Fast travel: blacken the boss, stop and don't run

Chapter 299

I am hidden.

Thousands of years ago, I fell into a deep sleep, and two years ago, I was awakened by someone with a heart.

They knelt before me and begged me to lead them to restore the splendor and glory of the vampire clan, but I refused.

The smoke of gunpowder ignited and the flames of war roared. They thought they could make a big battle, but it didn't take long for them to withdraw their troops and get back together.

Boring, boring.

But when I woke up this morning, I found a series of weird things——

bed.

I've been sleeping in bed for a while, but this morning, I looked at my double bed and thought, why did I order a double in the first place?Also, I always feel like something is missing from my bed.

Of course, this is not weird yet, and what follows is what confuses me.

After washing my face, brushing my teeth, and getting dressed, I went out very naturally, went to the hypermarket with ease, bought pork ribs, pork, beef, chicken, and vegetables, and returned home quickly.

After putting the purchases in the refrigerator, I warmed up the milk, fried the eggs, and cut the bread.

Putting milk, fried eggs, and bread on the table, I... froze.

what am i doing? !

I don't eat human food, but I can do it, and it's extremely proficient, as if... I've done it countless times.

Heck!
I thought, I need to sleep.

I went to the bedroom, the one with the coffin, I opened the coffin lid, looked at the cold and hard coffin, I ran to get the quilt, put the quilt into the coffin, and then lay down comfortably... bedding? !

I forced myself to sleep, but looking at the place I subconsciously vacated, I felt like my head was going to explode... Why do I have to make a space?It was as if there should be another person lying in this coffin.

I have insomnia.

one day,
Two days,

Three days,

four days,

On the fifth day, I escaped from the house where I lived for two years. I always felt that if I stayed any longer, I would not be able to resist killing people.

Why do you want to kill?
I do not know.

I went to see Cohen, the current patriarch of the vampires, to discuss conjuration, but he shook his head and said, "Sorry, my lord, I don't know anything about conjuration."

Don't know anything?
With a slight movement of the fingertips, the blood blade flew out and pierced his wrist. I said coldly, "How dare you lie to me? As I remember, you are the best at spells."

Cohen smiled, very brightly, "My lord, sometimes memory can be deceiving."

Memory can lie?
I sneered, "Cohen, are you a wizard?"

Cohen didn't care about my sarcasm at all. On the contrary, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and he asked back, "My lord, did you come to me because you were confused?"

Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
Several blood lines shot out, entangled his limbs, and dragged him roughly. I looked cold and murderous, "What do you know? Tell me!"

Cohen didn't show any fear, he looked at me with pity, "My lord, even if you kill me, I won't say anything about it, I promised her to keep the secret for her, my lord..."

Pity turned into malice, Cohen paused every word, "You, really forgot about her?"

she?
who is it?

"You, really can't remember her?"

The heart that has been dead for thousands of years seems to be gouged out bit by bit with a sharp knife. It hurts, it hurts, and in the pain of bone erosion, I am sure that I have forgotten a person, a person who is very important to me.

"Sir, you..."

The sharp nails pierced Cohen's chest. I curled my lips and sneered, bloodthirsty, "If you don't want my heart to be dug out, just tell me, who is she?"

(End of this chapter)