Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

Chapter 538 The Bishop’s Vampire Bat 25

In order to prevent his treasure from being discovered by interested people, Wenjiu always puts his little bat in his pocket every time he goes out.

Of course it was the same when I left the Holy See.

So all the way, no one noticed anything unusual about him.

He just put one hand in his pocket and gently massaged his little bat.

Soft and waxy feeling.

It was like pressing into his heart.

Make him feel more and more comfortable.

What happened after that was just like Wenjiu planned. They did find a place to stop far away from the central area.

There are not many people in the town.

Life is more comfortable.

Everyone just thought they were new residents, and they did pay some attention to them because of their appearance. But later a vampire came to seek revenge. After Wen Jiu killed the vampire in front of the residents, few people bothered them anymore.

After all, in such a remote mountain village, vampires usually don't visit.

So people don't know how scary vampires are.

All they knew was that the warm wine that took out the vampires looked horrible.

This misunderstanding is not a bad thing for Yan Feng and Wen Jiu. They don't care about this situation, or to them, it would be more pleasant for them if the ordinary residents could care less about them.

Knowing that Wen Jiu had left the Holy See, more and more vampires came to seek revenge on him.

But no matter which one it is, the final result is that it turns to ashes in the sun.

Over time, even those vampires no longer bothered to visit their place.

The years are long.

When I calm down, my life is very simple.

But both of them are getting used to and adapting to this simplicity. Over time, after giving up fighting completely, they all felt that there was nothing wrong with such a life.

But when the years stretched to a span of several decades, the problem gradually emerged.

Yan Feng is a vampire.

After all, his race is different from humans.

So no matter how close they looked on the outside, the problem that time could not leave any traces on his face slowly emerged in front of the two of them.

In order to prevent those around him from noticing the problem, Yan Feng gradually reduced the number of times he went out. In the end, he simply stopped going out, as if he had taken the initiative to imprison himself in the room. I usually just sit in the sun through the window and don't even bother to open the window.

Wenjiu completely adopted a tacit attitude towards his approach.

Firstly, this behavior is indeed safer for them. Secondly, it was because he always wanted to trap Yan Feng in the house, just like when they first met.

If Yan Feng could be imprisoned in bed forever and unable to even get up, he might be more satisfied.

Yan Feng also understood this.

So he kept it up obediently.

Just like this, another few decades passed.

Warm wine is getting older and older.

The body also became worse than before.

So Yan Feng began to refuse to drink blood.

He told Wenjiu that even if he never eats anything again, he can stay with Wenjiu until the end of his life.

He didn't want to drink blood anymore.

Even if it is his favorite food, the greedy bird can still control himself even if it hurts his lover.

But what he said was that when Yan Feng wasn't watching, Wen Jiu would still cut his palm with a knife. Just like they did every time, let the blood flow directly down the palm.

Whether it was to allow his wounds to recover or not to waste the blood, Yan Feng could only honestly lick the blood that flowed out.

Then no matter what he said, Wenjiu would not change.

Because in his eyes, as a dying human being, the only help he can provide to his lover is the blood on his body.

If he doesn't even have this, how can he be worthy of Yan Feng's love for him?

In this way, when Wenjiu's life span reached more than seventy years old, he had already ushered in the end of his life.

Sitting on the rocking chair, letting Yan Feng lean in his arms.

Wen Jiu hugged Yan Feng and patted him gently, and suddenly murmured: "I have been thinking before, I have done so many things that are sorry to God, and why the punishment God gave me will never happen in my life. Arrive. But now I suddenly understand that I misunderstood, and the punishment has been there from the beginning."

Yan Feng blinked: "What does this sentence mean?"

"This is the situation now," Wenjiu sighed and said: "I fell in love with a vampire, but I don't even have the ability to become a vampire with him. Other humans can become vampires as long as they are bitten. A fellow vampire. Or even if it's a little bit worse, if I can become your blood slave, I can share life with you."

"But either way, I can't do it."

"It turns out that the gods have predicted the situation of my life since I was born. So I thought it was a special gift for me, but it was actually the biggest punishment for me..."

Wenjiu said.

The light in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

To him, human life, old age, illness and death have always been a despair that he can never escape.

Yan Feng, who was always watching him by his side, knew this better than anyone else.

only……

"Even if that is God's punishment for you, I have a way to break this punishment."

Yan Feng straightened up slightly, then gestured his arm in the direction of the warm wine, and said, "You can give your soul to me after your death, so that the soul can always be by my side. Even if the body dies, the soul will not If it goes away, we will still be together."

He said it very seriously.

Wen Jiu laughed: "Is this your special ability that is different from other vampires?"

"That's right!"

Yan Feng nodded: "Your lover is so special. Do you suddenly like her more?"

"No," Wen Jiu shook his head: "I have always liked her, and my love has no end."

When he finished speaking, he followed Yan Feng's request and pressed his fingers on the rosary on Yan Feng's wrist.

Then, following Yan Feng's question, he answered yes, and the contract between the two people was successfully concluded.

Warm wine hugged Yan Feng.

Once again, someone leaned into his arms.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "Yan Feng, if possible, can you promise me something?"

Yan Feng blinked.

Wenjiu smiled and said: "I don't need any natural death, and I don't want to waste my last benefit to you. So you drank my blood, right? I guess there isn't much left in this body." , but it will always make you drink full again.”