Can I have a bite [Interstellar]

Under the scorching sun, most of the students got a time-out to rest. Usually they were lying in the shade and gasping for breath, but at this time they were all looking at the students who were still training on the training ground.

"Are you here for training or to twist your waist." Berlin stepped heavily on the waist of a blood clan who was lying on his stomach and doing push-ups.

"This is the standard posture. Next time you stand on your upper body, I will directly crush your waist." His voice did not fluctuate at all, but he just narrated calmly, which made people break out in a cold sweat, but two or three of them The mixed-race humans somehow managed to do it much faster than the vampires.

Berlin looked at the big wall clock in the distance: "There are 20 seconds left. If you can't finish it, don't eat tonight. It's a waste of food. As an army, we must save resources and unnecessary consumption for the planet."

All students: "..."

When the time was up, only 11 were completed. Berlin's eyelashes drooped, he squeezed the beer can in his hand, raised his arm, and threw it into the trash can with a "clang" sound. The muscles of his raised arm were tight and powerful, The students on the ground were afraid that the beer can would be thrown on their heads and their heads would explode.

Looking at the students stretched all over the ground, Berlin: "Did I ask you to stop when you haven't finished? Did I ask you to rest where you finished?"

All the students immediately cheered up.

Berlin frowned slightly: "The quality of the students in this class is terrible."

All students: "..."

Horrible humans... but so handsome, it's just a blast!

This night, all the students in the Berlin team did not eat, no matter whether they finished or not.

When Berlin came out of the military academy, a figure was leaning against a big green tree. He stopped for a while, and was stopped by Gordon when he passed by.

His eyes were red, which seemed to merge with his red hair. For a moment of being stunned, Berlin raised his light blue eyes to look.

"Gal Carraway." With a growl of gritted teeth, he punched Berlin hard and pushed him against the tree trunk, "You are still alive, you think I won't recognize you if you change your appearance! "He was the one who replaced Arnold in Xingdu. Until today, his training methods, the tone of his movements, it's not him or someone else!

Berlin waved Gordon's hand away lightly, seemingly inadvertently, but full of irresistible power.

"Sir, His Majesty the Prince is waiting for you at Fort San Guro."

The spaceship sent by Lorenzo to take him back to Fort San Guro has parked ahead.

Berlin brushed past Gordon and onto the ship.

"The guilty will be punished!" Gordon roared behind Berlin: "Thousands of dead souls are restless, you are a sinner!"

***

The smell of blood in the whole room was so thick that even if all the windows were opened, it couldn't be dissipated.

When Berlin came in, it was obvious that His Excellency the Prince had just finished his meal, and there were several corpses of blood races lying on the ground. Their horrific faces and blood-stained mouth corners were terrifying, and even the sword-shaped earrings on his ears were a little more creepy. .

Berlin thought of the corpse of the former blood prince in the book hall.

Lorenzo stretched out his tongue to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his bloodthirsty face slowly faded away, and he returned to his usual innocence with a smile on his face. The servants cleaned up all the corpses on the ground.

"I'm back, how are you still getting used to the first day of military school today?" He smiled, and carefully wiped each piece with the handkerchief handed over by his servant. In this respect, he was very similar to Berlin, but no longer It's Darren who was soft and sticky before.

Berlin: "I'm tired." Then he planned to go upstairs.

"Wait." Lorenzo called to stop him: "Din with me."

Berlin turned around and stared at Lorenzo's red eyes that hadn't calmed down: "I think you've finished your meal, I really don't have an appetite for you."

"Oh." Lorenzo laughed, threw the handkerchief back into the hands of the servants, and signaled them to go out. He walked slowly towards Berlin, not missing the disgust on Berlin's face: "Hate me like this?"

Berlin did not speak.

Lorenzo: "Tonight, I want to sleep with you."

What responded to him was the sound of Berlin going upstairs and closing the door.

The old butler walked to Lorenzo's side, bowed his body and asked, "Your Majesty, do you need medicine?"

"No, he won't be fooled a second time, that's all right, never mind, tonight." He pondered and continued: "Let Ukila come over."

"Yes."

Berlin woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. His throat was so dry that his whole body was burning. He turned on the light, got out of bed and drank a glass of water, and the dry and burning feeling disappeared.

He sat on the bed with the cup in his hand and stepped on the carpet with his bare feet. After a while, he put down the cup and slammed it back on the bed. His pale eyes stared at the ceiling of the bed. He suddenly seemed to remember What, suddenly got up from the bed, walked a few steps to a mirror in the room.

Under the light, in the mirror, his pale blue eyes were filled with pure black, his facial features seemed to be blurring, gradually becoming delicate and stern, and there was a faint hint of red at the end of his eyes.

The effect of the medicine... seems to be invalid. He stared at himself in the mirror and came to a conclusion. From the time since his last injection of the medicine, from the garbage area to the present, he took a deep breath. It seemed that he had to inject it again, otherwise Well, according to the situation, I'm afraid he won't be able to maintain his current appearance for long, maybe he can solve all the problems before then.

Across a wall, Lorenzo pressed Uquila against the wall, pinched her neck tightly with his fingers, buried her head in it, and swallowed, Ukira's face was as white as paper, for a while, Loren Zuo Cai let go of her and wiped the corner of his mouth.

The sucking went so far this time that when Lorenzo let go, Ukira slid to the floor.

"It's too bad, it seems to be overdone." Lorenzo said with a slight smile, but this woman, he smiled, the strength is still considerable, after all, Ukira knows how to take care of herself.

She killed more than 600 virgins and drank their blood to maintain her beauty, which was indeed useful, although her appearance seemed extremely ugly to him.

The old butler took Ukira out of the house with his servants, and Lorenzo drank a glass of scarlet wine before walking slowly to the next room in Berlin.

Turning the doorknob, it was locked as expected.

Berlin opened his eyes almost instantly, the glass was cut bit by bit, and the sharp nails were like sharp daggers.

In the dark room, the horrifying sound of cutting made it extremely strange.

Berlin sat up, looking at the figure by the window without any waves in his eyes.

Lorenzo retracted his black nails, and the cut glass fell down, creating a big hole, and he walked in slowly.

"Baby, I agreed to sleep with you tonight. Why did you lock the door? It made me blow a cold wind outside at night. Come on, let me warm up." Big bed.

Move it, move it again, move it to the side of Berlin.

Berlin lifted the quilt, and when Lorenzo posted it, he got out of bed: "If you like to sleep, then go to sleep." He stepped on the plush carpet with bare feet, and unscrewed the door in the room. Light, walked to the sofa, crossed his legs, and leaned on the sofa with his limbs stretched.

Lorenzo: "Why, are you so afraid of lying in the same bed with me?"

"When do you think Lunes will drive you out of Fort San Guro?" The sudden sentence made Lorenzo's eyes flash.

He got up from the bed and walked to the side of the sofa, watching the fan-like thick eyelashes fluttering up and down, he smiled, knelt at the feet of Berlin, grabbed his bony fingers, and intertwined with them: "He wants If I really want to go against it, I'll just get kicked out." He laughed so hard that his teeth showed, "As long as I'm with you." His voice was soft, and Berlin looked in a daze and saw the obedient and obedient Douhuaer.

After a while, Berlin pulled out his fingers: "Lorenzo, you are now the blood prince." His expression was cold, domineering and alienated.

Lorenzo looked at the empty palms, and raised the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner. He raised his upper body, knelt on the sofa with one knee, and held Berlin in his arms. He lowered his head, as if he wanted to engrave Berlin's appearance in his heart: "If I wasn't the blood prince...Gal, would you abandon me like a pig again?"

"Slap." Berlin punched him in the face, and Lorenzo's face was reflected in his pupils: "I owe you my life, and I, Carraway, will pay you back."

Lorenzo tightly clenched Berlin's fingers, his eyes were scarlet like blood: "Okay, you pay me back yourself."

The breath is anxious, and the four eyes meet.

Berlin: "Darren, in the final analysis, without me, you would have died in the garbage area, what are you relying on to tell me this?"

He struggled violently to pull his wrist back, but he didn't pull it out at all. Lorenzo pressed it tightly against the armrest of the sofa, and his whole waist was pressed back against the corner of the sofa. .

When Lorenzo was not smiling, his whole face was terrifying, like a bloodthirsty ghost: "What am I relying on? What do you think I am relying on!"

What is relied on, what is relied on is his guilt towards him and the friendship he has had for many years.

Dylan and Darren were slowly brought up by Cal. He taught them everything. When he took them to the battlefield, they were crushed under the ruins due to misjudgment. Under the condition and time that he could only save one, he chose to save Dylan.

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~~ Ah!Suddenly I really want to write a quick passage (I am half-hearted)