On the price to pay for changing the plot

This room is not big, but although the sparrow is small and well-equipped, there are still things that should be there. Seeing him enter the kitchen, Fu Heng simply threw his legs on the sofa. The TV opposite was turned on and was broadcasting a program. People must not care, but now he is playing a 400-year-old vampire who has slept in a coffin for [-] years, so he naturally knows nothing about these high-tech products.

Dylan was very fast. When he entered the living room with the boiled blood clot, he saw the vampire laying on the TV, poking it with his hands, muttering: "How did humans get in? Could it be?" I have been sleeping for so many years, humans have evolved so fast?"

"Pfft!"

Dylan couldn't help laughing, and stood next to the vampire with his pockets in his pockets, staring at the back of his head and smiling, "Ata, it's time for you to eat."

"..." Fu Heng immediately became serious. He glanced at the man arrogantly, stood up straight, picked up the bowl in his hand, and gracefully scooped up the blood clot and stuffed it into his mouth, damn it!It was really unpalatable, tasteless at all, he swallowed it reluctantly, returned the bowl to the man's hand, and refused to take a second bite.

This vampire is really a picky eater. It doesn't drink human blood, and dislikes the blood of livestock. How to raise it in the future will be a problem. Although pure-bloods don't need to drink human blood for three meals a day, they still need regular blood supply every time. If you don't drink it, its combat effectiveness will definitely be weakened, or in the long run, it is very likely that it will starve to death.

Dylan returned to the kitchen as if nothing had happened, stayed inside and never came out. Fu Heng walked around the wall, counting his steps, and after a circle, he was also tired from playing, so he went straight back to the room where he woke up and fell asleep.

"Ata! Do you want to try this?"

Dylan's teasing voice came to his ears, he sniffed the air, the fragrant smell permeated his surroundings, and the vampire's nature couldn't restrain it.

Dylan opened a bag of red liquid and fanned it with his hands. The vampire lying on the bed moved towards him without even opening his eyes. His bright red hair followed his crawl Moved all the way.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, the inside was scarlet, and the bloodthirsty ferocity of the beast was unmistakably obvious. He leaned over with all his strength, grabbed the bag, and licked it with his tongue in a hurry. Halfway through the lick, his body shook , with a little clarity in his mind, when he saw what he was eating, he threw it out in a panic, with a face full of bewilderment.

"Hey, don't be afraid, it's not blood, it's imitation blood," Dylan opened another bag and put it in his hand, stroking the back of his head to express comfort.

Fu Heng licked it suspiciously, and tasted it carefully. It was indeed not blood, not as sticky as human blood, and less fragrant. Damn it!What is he saying? !Whether human blood is fragrant or not is none of his business!

A certain vampire who was bought by a bag of imitation blood lay quietly on the man's lap, letting him caress him.

Dylan looked down at the vampire who was intoxicated by the aroma of the food. His nimble tongue slid softly into the mouth of the pocket, stretched and retracted, unconsciously provocative. His eyes were gloomy, and he wanted to taste the tongue the taste of.

"Well, it's gone," the vampire, who was not full, licked up the last drop of liquid in the bag, and looked at him eagerly.

Those eyes were so straightforward and cute, twisting an arrogant vampire into a cute little one, Dylan couldn't hold back the cuteness, so he quickly tore another bag for him, took his body and sat on his lap, lest he Lying down is uncomfortable.

The vampire was all focused on the food, but he couldn't see anything else. He ate in a 360-degree manner, which made Dylan laugh non-stop. This little guy is so cute!

"I want more," Fu Heng spread his hands towards him expressionlessly, he threw the bag just now on the ground mercilessly, and there was still no juice left on it.

"I'll just bring you two bags, wait a minute, I'll get them for you," Dylan put him back on the bed and turned to go out.

Fu Heng grabbed him, jumped off the bed, and impatiently pushed him to the door, "I'm going too!"

Really didn't know how to hide it at all, Dylan scratched his nose and pointed to the refrigerator, "On the second floor, you are not allowed to take too much, only two more packs are allowed."

Of course, Fu Heng only heard the first half of what he said, and he filtered the second half automatically. He opened the refrigerator, took three or four bags in each of his left and right hands, and hid in the kitchen, locking the kitchen door by the way.

"Ah~"

Dylan smiled and sighed. One second he was a cold-blooded aristocrat, and the next second he was like a child protecting food. There is really nothing to do with him.

An hour passed, and there was no movement in the kitchen. Dylan looked at his watch. It was almost eleven o'clock. He walked to the closed door and knocked, "Aita! Come out!"

"..."

no sound?Could it be escape? Thinking of this possibility, Dylan hurriedly stomped. Fortunately, the door was not very strong. He kicked it a few times before being kicked open. He rushed in and saw the vampire lying on On the ground, holding a bag of imitation blood in his hand, he reluctantly let go.

"What's the matter?" Dylan picked him up, sat down on the stool a few steps, and asked while pinching that monstrous face.

"I have a stomach ache……"

"..." Dylan murmured. After drinking so much imitation blood, it's no wonder he could bear it. Fortunately, he is still a noble blood prince, so he didn't even have any temperance.

He thought about it for a moment, sent the vampire back to the room, then went down to find a bowl, cut open his wrist with a knife, drew half a bowl of blood before stopping, wrapped up the wound, and took the bowl to the bedroom.

"Hey, it won't hurt after drinking it," Fu Heng held up the convulsed face, and put the bowl to his mouth.

A dying vampire smelled the fishy sweetness, and couldn't help secreting saliva, swallowing and asking him, "What is this?"

Dylan saw that he was half-dead and still had time to ask questions, so he simply poured a bowl into his mouth, being tough and rude.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The vampire choked on a mouthful of blood, and Dylan patted his back lightly to make him feel better.The sweetness reached his heart, and his stomach didn't seem to hurt much anymore. After becoming a vampire, his nose was particularly sensitive, and the taste in his mouth was exactly the same as that of the man in front of him. He lost his mind because of the delicious taste, " You smell so good..."

Dylan looked calmly at the vampire in front of him, the gorgeous eyes were dark black and now turned red, his head followed his scent spontaneously to the wounded arm, and tentatively pressed his tongue against it , the fangs in the mouth protruded, he lowered his head and gnawed off the bandage on it, piercing the teeth bit by bit.

"Baby, you can't bear it if you drink too much of my blood." He held the vampire's thin chin, which was still licking hard, and pressed a kiss on his lips, "Sleep, you have to rest... "

The next night, Fu Heng woke up, no stomach pain, even the hunger disappeared, he got out of bed and went to the living room, the light was still on, Dylan was sitting there alone watching TV, when he came out, he called He waved, "Aita, feel better."

"Well," Fu Heng said vaguely, he couldn't remember what happened yesterday, he only remembered that he almost sucked his blood, "I was rude yesterday."

Dylan raised one arm and put it on the back of the sofa, just the part of the wrapped arm was exposed, "It doesn't matter."

Fu Heng saw it in his eyes, and felt even more guilty towards him in his heart. Of course, the main reason was that he was afraid of his future in this world. Could it be that he really wanted to become a blood-sucking monster?That's terrible!

"Aita, Aita, you're in a daze again." Dylan turned off the TV, stretched his arms, and yawned with his head up, "I forgot to tell you, I'm going out tomorrow, and I'll take the food for you Get ready, it's too hot outside tomorrow, don't run around outside."

"……Um."

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The ancient castle stands in the dark night, many pairs of blood-red eyes are hidden in it, a man sits on a stone pedestal surrounded by thorns, his maroon hair covers half of his face, revealing the thin rose lips and sharp edges and corners underneath. Thin chin, "My dear brother, long time no see..."