Take your fangs, thanks

The current consul of the Moonlight Court, Hansen Dewar, stood up from his seat, and he walked in front of William, his face wrinkled like a piece of bark soaked in rain.

"We follow the rules, William." His voice was aging. He had existed in this world longer than some countries had been established.

The life cycle of a vampire, from birth to adulthood, only takes 18 years, and then they will maintain a youthful appearance for a certain period of time. After this period of time, the speed of aging is as short as growing up—he needs to rest, just now Like many humans, vampires hope to have a peaceful old age.

William stared at him like a dormant snake: "You are the rule, Dewar is the rule."

"William!" Hansen scolded, "The Moonlight Code was born for the continuation of the vampire race. We follow this system just to keep changing. The opinions of the Senate represent the opinions of more vampires, although... although I also I hate this reform regulation so much! But follow our rules, I can object, but I have no right to interfere with its effectiveness."

William didn't speak, he just looked at the elder in front of him coldly.

According to the long-standing tradition of the Moonlight Court, the majority vote of the Senate determines whether the regulations are passed or not. Now, the de Winter family has won half of the votes for the revised regulations, and their friendship with the gray boundary led by Ivan means that These half-blood vampires will also support the generation of regulations.

Although half-blood vampires have always had no decision-making power in the Moonlight Court, but it is hard to guarantee that their involvement in the interests of a certain family will cause them to change their votes - the passage of the regulations is almost a foreseeable fact.

"No family can stay on this stage for too long, and we are the same." Old Hansen sighed, and he patted William on the shoulder, "We have worked hard, and since we have not succeeded, don't get into more trouble .”

"You might as well say that you have had enough of sitting in this seat!" William knocked off Hansen's hand, "The next one to replace you is me, me!" He growled, turned and walked out, The little black bat flapped its wings twice in the air and followed.

The Dewar family disagreed with the regulations, and once the regulations were passed, it meant that their power would also be emptied. What's the use of sitting in the position of chief executive at this time?The majority of the Senate is in the hands of other families, and this seat seems to be empty, just a puppet.

Then in the next change, they gave up this seat again, and the humiliation they suffered was like a fire burning in the bottom of their hearts, burning their hearts all the time.When William thought about it, when Rigoletto grabbed his neck, he felt his teeth itch. He underestimated the strength of Derwent's next generation. It turns out that the natural thing like blood has such a great influence!

But what good is brute force?Just force them to give up the power under their hands.

……

On the other hand, the de Winter, who are being held grudges, don't know this. They are planning a family trip to make good use of this rare Christmas break.

"Let's go to the Snow Mountain!" Arman excitedly suggested that his current college life is really boring. Speaking of it, it's all because he chose a history major. Turn over all kinds of historical materials in the day.

God knows, if possible, he would rather choose a major in science and engineering. Doing experiments is more comfortable than looking down at books for ten hours, especially since those knowledge can't get into his head at all.

But there is no way around it, Alman's science level seems to have not improved over the years.

At the dinner table, Alman complained: "Sitting there every day, I feel like I have become a mushroom."

"Why don't you join the sports team?" Josh asked curiously. He really didn't expect Arman's college life to be like this. He thought that with Arman's character, he would definitely become a football player or something in the future. Boxers, ah...any sports player anyway.

"Vampires are not allowed to be involved in the field of sports. This is a rule." Arman looked as if he had been poked in the foot. "Otherwise, all the awards in the world will be contracted by vampires."

This is true.

Since Josh became a vampire, he experienced exhaustion and maladjustment for the first few days, and then he could obviously feel that all the functions of his body were improving, whether it was speed or strength, they became stronger. It used to be much bigger.

Josh picked up the glass on the side, which was full of blood like everyone else at the table, not strawberry juice anymore.

In fact, Josh still felt a little pity, after all, after becoming a vampire, those delicious fruits were a bit tasteless in his mouth.Thinking like this, without paying attention, his fangs hit the wall of the cup, making a light "ding".

"Ah..." Josh frowned and rubbed his mouth. He had given up fighting with these fangs, they were always disobedient.

"Still can't put it away?" Rigoletto kept paying attention to Josh, and he finally spoke after being silent for a long time.

Josh nodded, then thought for a while, then shook his head again: "It's not that I can't control it completely, I can feel that every time I take it back, I get more."

Rigoletto didn't say anything else. He checked the books on this situation, and it was written about this situation. For newly transformed vampires, it takes some time to adapt to these new physiological functions.

"Josh, Rigg, do you two agree with Arman's statement?" Mrs. De Winter sat at the other end of the table, elegantly cutting the roast meat on the plate.For her, as long as she is with her husband, she can go anywhere, and this trip is mainly for Josh.

In fact, in the past ten years, the Derwent family rarely organized family trips. When Josh returned home, Mrs. Derwent felt that her mood was jumping up, and she couldn't wait to tell her husband about the idea. Mr. de Winter has always been in favor of his wife's proposal, so the ten-day family trip was decided in this way.

"I can go anywhere," Rigoletto responded.

Josh followed suit and nodded.

Unfortunately, on this issue, Josh and Rigeletto have the same views as their parents. As long as they are with their lover, it is completely fine to travel anywhere.

So the decision just fell to Arman, the only single person in the room.Glad his family accepted the offer, he drank the blood from the glass: "Look, my two younger brothers are always good after this." He turned defiantly at Rigoletto Winking, Rigoletto focused on the grilled meat on the plate without looking up.

In the evening, Josh packed his suitcase. He hadn't packed his luggage for travel for a long time.During the period when I was staying at Anne's house, unpacking usually meant moving.

Josh spread all kinds of daily necessities on the carpet, and laid out a whole carpet. He sat cross-legged in front of a pile of things in some distress.

The door behind him opened, and Josh knew it was Rigoletto without turning his head—this was the most convenient point in his ability to discover vampires, they could tell who appeared beside them through various subtle scent changes .

There is no need to turn your head, which is simply more convenient for those who like to goof off.

"Rig, how much thick clothes do we need to bring?" Josh didn't know the weather conditions in the snow-capped mountains. The altitude is higher, so it might be colder.

Rigoletto walked to the window. It was already late when they returned from the de Winter couple's suburban villa to their apartment in the city.

Rigoletto undid the curtains, and a little black bat was disturbed by the movement, spread its wings and flew away from the window eaves.

The curtains are drawn and the apartment is cut off from the city.

Riglito picked Josh off the carpet and put him on the bed.

Josh exclaimed: “Hey, wait, I haven’t finished packing yet.”

"Sit on the side and rest, there are not many things to bring, I just put the two of us in one box." Rigoletto took over Josh's position and continued to pack.

Josh sat on the edge of the bed shaking his feet, and found that something was wrong: "Rig, don't you need to bring those down jackets?"

Rigoletto was a little helpless. Josh was smart most of the time, but sometimes he was a little dazed for no reason: "Did you feel cold after you became a vampire?"

Josh shook his head honestly, realizing that he seemed to be stupid: "Uh...it seems to be true."

"An ordinary thick coat is enough." Rigoletto folded the clothes and put them in.

"What about the food?" Josh started to think about things again as soon as he was free. Speaking of which, for vampires, food is the most difficult thing to solve. In other things, they can be like ordinary humans—or pretend It is the same as ordinary human beings, but only in the matter of food is the essential difference.

"The inn is run by vampires."

"Cool!" Josh sighed sincerely, "Sometimes I wonder how many vampires there are in this world, after all, I can see them wherever I go."

"Now you can look in the mirror and see a little stupid vampire." Rigoletto finally threw a few sunscreens in the suitcase, which is a must-have for going to high altitudes.

Josh was not convinced, and while Rigoletto was not paying attention, he dragged him to the front of the mirror: "Look, this is a big stupid vampire."

Rigoletto didn't intend to continue this childish game. He directly blocked Josh's chattering mouth with his own lips. The two kissed for a while, and they quarreled for a long time before they both fell on the bed.

"I hope we can always be like this, Josh." In the dark, Rigoletto wrapped one hand around Josh's waist.

"Hundreds of years?" Josh breathed out.

"..." Riglito's eyes fell on Josh in the darkness, watching Josh fall asleep, "A few hundred years is too short, Josh."

"Until I hold you and close the lid of our death in the coffin."