NPCs are my food reserves

That voice penetrated the vast night and the dense crowd, and reached the prince's ears at once.

uncle? !

The prince hesitated: Are you calling me?

The prince, who had no siblings, froze on the spot.

At this time, a lively figure rushed across the crowd and rushed towards the prince, still yelling sweetly: "Uncle!"

Kongliu, who was lying alone on the window sill, had a dazed expression on his face.

The prince watched the figure getting closer and closer, the blankness on his face was exactly the same as that of Mo Wang.Just when the figure was about to fall on him, he moved a step aside in a jerk.

The figure disappeared.

But he didn't compromise, he rushed towards the prince again, and hugged him tightly.

With this hug, the prince couldn't break free, he was shocked: who is this?Why is there so much strength?

No, no, the person holding him is cold and has no sweet smell of blood. This is clearly a blood race.

... No, it's not.The prince suddenly realized something. He looked at the place where the bleeding emperor's coercion erupted just now, but only saw a confused kitten. Can a kitten explode the bleeding emperor's coercion?

This is obviously not possible, but what if it was the person in front of him who buried his head on his shoulder and rubbed hard.

The vampire doesn't know what the prince is thinking about, and he doesn't want to know what the prince is thinking. Now he just wants to bury his head on his uncle's shoulder and rub it.

Then, like human uncles and nephews, have a good chat.

The vampire sniffed, flashing back to his teenage years.

At that time, he was still a little fool. When other blood races relied on his own blood to thrive, he was still ignorant like a bystander living in his own palace. I know to say it.

But the advantage of being ignorant is that he didn't know he was bullied even if he was bullied, and he didn't realize he was bullied until he grew up and looked back on the past.

However, the reason for all of this may be that he grew up so slowly because he was too powerful.After all, chicken cubs can walk after birth, and human cubs are still a few years away.

I still remember that it was a dark afternoon, and the blood races took advantage of the dark sky to go to the corridor to get some air. Although he didn't want to get some air, but in order to follow the crowd, he also came out for a stroll.

A few vampires leaned forward and mocked his weak body, incompetence, talent and lonely figure like cannon fodder. He was a little injured, and he didn't know how he provoked them.

Thinking of the past, the vampire couldn't help showing a trace of nostalgia on his face.

Ah, because those days are really nostalgic.

After all, everyone who bullied him is dead.

However, for the rest of my life, I often have some faint regrets in my heart-should have been more ruthless when I first started, so that I can't forget it after decades of saving.

Although the above said that there is no major problem with the uncle, after all, it was not the uncle who drove those people away for him when he was being bullied, nor was it the uncle who supported him step by step to ascend to the position of the blood emperor.

He can have such a great achievement today, or rely on himself.

Well, thinking about it this way, I am really amazing.

But the vampire buried his head even tighter, as if about to punch a hole in the prince's shoulder.

Rao is a high-level blood family like the prince, and he can't stand it.

He wanted to carry this person back, but it was like a wishful thinking.

But the vampire had enough rubbing and burying enough, and finally he was willing to raise his head.

He carefully looked at the scar on his uncle's face that spanned half of his face, and couldn't help but frowned and sighed: "That's great."

"You are still the same as you are now."

The prince was at a loss, but looking at the young man in front of him, who was as bright as jade, and whose eyes were like red moons, he couldn't help but soften his gaze when he looked at him like this: "Which family are you from? Are you a junior?" Did you admit the wrong person?" His voice also softened.

There was also a bit of tenderness on the cold face.

He just thought, did he meet this kid somewhere, was he at a party?How come there is no impression.

And Anthony, who had never seen the prince so soft-spoken, was completely dumbfounded. The prince in his impression was either frowning or sneering, and his current appearance was weird and penetrating.

The vampire shook his head, and insisted, "How come, you look exactly like my uncle, and even the location of the scar is exactly the same."

This scar is also memorable.

At the beginning, he was playful and especially liked to run out during the day, but when this person chased him out foolishly, a scar was burned by the sunlight leaking from the wall.

The prince smiled: "That's impossible. I got the scar from the sun. How could someone be like me."

Unexpectedly, when the young man heard this, his eyes were complicated, as if he was looking at a simple fool: "It's you, you can't be wrong."

The prince continued to shake his head: "No, no, no, you must have mistaken someone. I don't have a nephew like you, and I'm not anyone's uncle."

The vampire pursed his lips, realizing that this was just a game.

Whether it was those who bullied him or the person in front of him, they had all disappeared.

But how could it be such a coincidence.

Even though he is an NPC in the game, how could he look exactly like his uncle? How could even the scar that was burned by the sun be exactly the same.

The vampire looked back and saw the black cat lying on the window sill, his eyes were fixed.

This is "Game of Negal", a game in which hell and human beings jointly play a grand game. The NPCs here are all played by hell personnel.Could it be... the uncle who plays the role is the uncle?

Then why are the scars all the same?

This is no longer a coincidence, this is a shining reminder!

The vampire's eyes suddenly became hot: "No, no, you are my uncle!"

Seeing that the little blood clan in front of him persisted in identifying him as his uncle, the prince lost his temper: "Okay, okay, then tell me why I am your uncle."

The vampire fell into memory again.

"Uh, because you asked me to call you uncle."

After these words were finished, the vampire was out of control, and memories flooded like the Yellow River.

"Although your level is lower than mine, it is wrong for me to call you uncle. You should call me respectfully... Forget it, whoever made you my uncle, I can only rely on you. Then, Our first meeting was quite fun, I was being bullied by a group of children, you stood up and stopped them loudly, and shouted: Shabi! It’s not too late for you to bully this kid when he grows up!”

"Ah, you were brave and fearless at that time, and you were a qualified blood race."

"Then, you insisted on asking me to call you uncle, and insisted on taking me to see the real life of the vampires. Do you know?" The vampire couldn't help but bring a trace of resentment as he spoke: "I have to participate in Seven or eight banquets, from morning to night, non-stop, why does Assi have banquets during the day, but then again, the wine is really delicious. But, I really really don’t want to participate in the banquet. Then you beat me up..."

Seeing the young man's sullen expression, the prince swallowed for some reason, and said with a dry smile: "Misunderstanding, how could I be such a person who doesn't care about the younger generation?"

The author has something to say: one day late!

So the little fairies who leave a message in the last chapter, this chapter and the next chapter will all get a 'late' red envelope.

然后……就是……明天可能万更……感谢在2020-07-1123:55:55~2020-07-1923:59:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of forget-me-not;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!