[Luzhong] How to raise a foodie at home

Compared with the original place, the new residence is much smaller. It is in a remote mountain, and the surrounding scenery is good. There is a big pond at the door. Although the sparrow is small and complete, it still has everything it should have.

After Wang Yao stayed, Natasha left without saying hello, and Levis, who was supposed to come, didn't come either.There are also two low-ranking vampires guarding the gate in the residence, coercing and luring Wang Yao, but no matter what they say, they won't let Wang Yao go out, it's really like keeping a pet in a cage.

Wang Yao, who was so bored and was about to have a problem, started to let his mind fly, and with his hair loose, he was playing with the hair tie that Ivan had given him earlier.

Could it be that Ivan's head wife came back and treated herself as an outhouse for the golden house to hide?

Then Wang Yao was overwhelmed by his brain hole, the outside was burnt and the inside was tender, and when he tied his hair, he almost dropped the hair rope into the bloody glutinous rice cake in the pot.It takes a long time for the rice cakes to be steamed and formed in a steamer. Wang Yao turned on the fire and went to his room to take a nap.

Wang Yao, who was resting in the room to let go of his energy, suddenly heard two muffled noises from outside the door, and instantly regained his energy. For some reason, he felt that the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and his muscles all tensed up.

This is the sound of a gun with a silencer installed.

Wang Yao held his breath and didn't dare to miss a sound, but the silence outside was terrible, the vampire guarding the gate didn't even make the sound of struggling or falling to the ground.

There is a plan, there are means, and the action is clean and tidy.

There were footsteps hitting the ground approaching and far away, obviously looking for someone, and the target must be himself.The footsteps gradually approached again, Wang Yao took off his shoes and bare feet to minimize the sound of the action, and pressed his body against the door to hide in the blind spot of the person entering the door.

There are no weapons in the room, the only thing that can be used is a few wine bottles on the shelf.Holding the wine bottle in his left hand, Wang Yao listened carefully to the sound of approaching footsteps, and at the moment when the door hinge was completely opened, he smashed the wine bottle on his head with all his strength.

Wang Yao was not used to using his left hand, and the point of force was not aimed at the temple as expected, but hit the Tianling cover. The broken glass and scattered wine splashed up.

But that's enough time.

Wang Yao controlled the uninvited guest's gun-holding hand with both hands, unloaded his gun with the ingenuity of anti-joint, then immediately stepped back and pointed the gun at him.

"Don't move, or I'll beat you to death." Wang Yao's blood was surging, and he didn't dare to relax for a moment. He didn't feel much pain when he stepped on the glass and dragged a bloodstain.

The man's hair was blond, and he leaned against the door without moving. Dark red blood flowed from his brow bone to his eyes, and a large swath of blood covered his eyes.But he didn't listen to Wang Yao's warning at all, and stretched his hands above his head.

"I told you not to move your hands..." Wang Yao's voice trembled, the muzzle of the gun was always aimed, but he didn't dare to shoot casually.

"Brother, you are really still alive." The man was not afraid of Wang Yao's threats at all, and the wig he took off slipped to the ground, revealing the same black hair as Wang Yao.

"What?" Wang Yao was a little dizzy.

The man was not afraid of the gun in Wang Yao's hand at all, so he blocked the muzzle of the gun with his body, and hugged Wang Yao tightly in his arms.

"Brother! I'm Jialong." When the man hugged, bloody tears stuck to Wang Yao's cheek, which was still warm.The voice was full of fiery emotions, seven points of excitement and three points of grievance, regardless of the appearance of rushing forward, it gradually overlapped with a vague picture deep in the memory.

The fog of memory was dispelled bit by bit, revealing its original appearance.

He is Jialong, his younger brother who was brought up since childhood.

Usually serious, with a cold face, occasionally the corners of his mouth will be faintly moved when he is happy.

In Wang Yao's memory, he saw Jialong crying only once.At that time, Wang Yao was seriously injured and was sent to the operating room and managed to survive. In the ward, he was still young, and he endured the whole journey by the hospital bed. Finally, when he touched his head, the tears from the embankment burst wet Wang Yao's face. Sick clothes, crying heart-piercingly.

He also has a brother who is one year younger, named Wang Haojing, and a younger adoptive sister named Lin Xiaomei.

He has a warm home in the Eastern Continent, where he has lived for thirty years.

"Jia...long." Wang Yao unconsciously chanted Wang Jialong's name, the blood all over his body rushed into his brain at a high speed, as if an electric drill had resisted his temples and stirred his flesh and blood at full speed, tinnitus occupied all hearing , The air in the lungs is about to explode.

What else, what else! !

I must have forgotten something! !

The lack of blood in his limbs made Wang Yao fall to the ground, and he waved away Jialong's hand. Wang Yao closed his eyes and searched for the broken memories in his mind, trying his best to connect them into a complete line.

But Wang Yao couldn't do it.That crucial clue was shut by a locked door.

Why do you get hurt?Who did it?Why can't I remember it myself? ?

It hurts, it really hurts, just like that time.Wang Yao's right hand propped up the floor to barely maintain his balance, and the glass shards pierced deeply into his palm, in exchange for Wang Yao's sanity that almost collapsed.The feeling of vomiting that followed caused Wang Yao to kneel on the ground and retch continuously.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Jialong was terrified by Wang Yao's appearance, took Wang Yao's arm and helped him to the bedside.

Wang Yao held his right hand tightly, the glass shards almost penetrated his palm, the pain could awaken his will, and the bright red blood snaked down his arm.

"Brother? What's wrong with you?" Wang Yao finally heard Wang Jialong's voice vaguely in his ear, and his sight regained clarity.

"Jialong, I'm sorry for you." Wang Yao swallowed hard, trying to calm himself down quickly in the vortex of memory, "There is medicine in the room, treat the wound first."

"Brother, your mental state is very strange, maybe they abused you?" Wang Jialong said.

"No, but my memory has a problem. I just remembered what happened with you just now." Barefoot, Wang Yao pulled out a few larger pieces of glass, and found a medical kit to treat Jialong's wound, " My memory seems to be blocked, you know what I mean?"

"I know your memory is damaged. We'll find the best doctor when we go back. It doesn't matter if I didn't get hurt. We have to leave here immediately. Now is the best time." Wang Jialong sprayed the wound with disinfectant spray and asked Wang Yao to ask Escape, "As long as you leave the Northland area, you will be safe."

"The best time? What does this mean?" Wang Yao said.

"There has been civil strife in the Northland all year round. The old nobles who were defeated by Braginski have made a comeback. Today is the best time for the Presbyterian meeting. They don't have the energy to pay attention to you, so the guards are very lax. I can break in so easily. "Wang Jialong said.

"Civil turmoil, isn't Ivan and the others very dangerous?" Wang Yao stopped.

Wang Jialong sighed, turned around and said, "Brother, there's no way they don't know who you are. If they know who you are, why didn't they send you back?"

"I know. But I was rescued by them, and Ivan took good care of me." Wang Yao said.

"Northern land used to be the strongest combat power of vampires. Because they raised a large number of healthy people as blood slaves, the higher the combat talent, the more powerful the blood. Our royal family is good at fighting. Your blood can make vampires fight One hundred." Wang Jialong took Wang Yao's shoulder, "Brother, wake up, you are his spare blood bag, how could he be kind to you!"

"But Ivan didn't ask for my blood." Wang Yao's eyes fell on the red hair rope that Ivan gave him by the bed.The hair tie, which Ivan had recently given him, had a gold and red ornament on it.

"How are you sure he didn't take it? You disappeared on the border of the Northland, and then appeared in Braginski's manor with amnesia. Even if they didn't use your blood for a while, if you are in their hands, Ivan will You can handle us at will." When Wang Yao moved, Jialong noticed the scars in the shadow of the neckline, and then found that the movement of his right hand was not very natural, "What's the matter with your wounds, and the right hand... ..."

"I don't know. I don't have any memory of this period, it's been like this since I woke up." Wang Yao shook his head.

Wang Jialong cursed in a low voice: "Let's go, I brought too few people this time, if I don't leave, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."

"I...I want to go back." Wang Yao picked up the hair rope that Ivan bought together in the shopping district, held it in his hand, and unconsciously turned the decoration, feeling that something was different. When he turned around, he found that the back of the decoration was too much A small hole, the position of the suture is very unnatural, as if it has been taken apart and put back together.

Wang Yao forcefully opened the inner decoration along the gap, revealing a faint flash of bug.

Wang Jialong grabbed the hair rope, pulled off the ornament and crushed it to the ground, "Go quickly."

"You go back first. I have some things to deal with, and I want to go back." When Wang Yao got up, he lowered his head slightly, his face was just hidden in the shadow of the sun, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Brother?" Wang Jialong said.

"Xiaoxiang, be obedient, everything will be fine." The light in Wang Yao's eyes was warm and firm, quietly burning a fire that would never go out, as if he had been told thousands of times before carrying out the mission, "Trust brother."

Before Wang Jialong could speak, they felt a different breath at the same time and felt uncomfortable.In the warmer season of spring, the surrounding air suddenly turned cold.

Wang Yao didn't feel cold but felt hot. His body's fighting nerves were reawakened by this breath, like a long-abandoned stove suddenly gaining sparks of operation.Almost subconsciously, Wang Yao protected Wang Jialong behind him.

The door was knocked open, and the whistling airflow carrying ice and snow almost knocked people over.

"Don't go!" Natasha stood at the door.This always proud and tidy girl is now dressed in messy clothes, and her body has countless wounds.

"You must stay here, Wang Yao."

——tbc——