give me some blood

"Ann, I always feel that sucking blood is not good." I clutched my stomach.

"You want to condemn vampires, who deprive others of their lives to survive?" An raised his eyebrows, and his literary tone came out.

"No, I drink so much soup and water, I really want to go to the toilet." I looked at him with very innocent eyes.

"Go to the toilet, go to your sister's toilet." An kicked over.

"Where is the toilet in this castle, oh, please don't kick me..." I ran away.

"You're a vampire, you're a vampire, bastard, do you understand elegance? Nobility, don't you understand? It's impossible to go to the bathroom in a vampire novel, don't you understand?" Ann gritted her teeth at me.

"Then the blood race will stop screaming? It will suffocate to death." I looked back at Ann while making an escape posture at the corner of the corridor.

"Go away... Go forward and turn right at the end, how can I spend my life with you vampires who don't smell like vampires?"

The story should end when the main character dies. Where did this plot come from?

Here's the antecedent.

rain.

It's raining.

I am very warm.

warm.

The rain wet my face and my clothes were soaked, but I didn't feel cold, I just felt warm.

The amazing thing is that I can clearly see that this is an abandoned cemetery, crows stand on dead branches, and cross keys are randomly placed here.

It turns out that corpses also have feelings, so when they rot after a while, will I feel itching?

"Wake up, kid, wake up." Someone patted me on the shoulder. The voice was very familiar, maybe I heard it somewhere.

He actually made me wake up, actually made me wake up, not afraid of cheating corpses, this person is really nonsense.

Turned over and continued to sleep.

"Wake up and open your eyes," the voice continued.

I continue to sleep.

"You can't do this, look at me." Another voice came, this voice is so motherly.

"Boom..." This is an onomatopoeic word for attacking other objects with the lower limbs.

"Oh..." I hurt, and it turns out that corpses hurt too.

No, it turns out that corpses can also say whoops.

"Aren't you awake?" That naughty voice expressed great interest.

"You don't know, when Edward's palace let me watch him, it was impossible for me to drag him up to play cards all morning."

"Poof..." This is the second time the onomatopoeia of attacking other objects with the lower limbs appears.

"Ouch..." Oh, no, I yelled out this sound, it seems, oh, corpses can also yell.

"Can't you get up, can't you get up, can't you get up..." It seems that the body has been shaken, ah, why is this situation so familiar, how does it feel like every morning in Edwardian Palace, ah, no ,noon.

So out of conditioned reflex, he yawned at this moment.

It turns out that the corpse will...

"Mo, open your eyes for me, are you enough? Why does the corpse feel pain? The corpse is panting. Open your eyes and see what you are now." The voice became irritable.

"Ah? It turns out that corpses can also open their eyes." I spit out these words slowly, and then looked at An in front of me blankly.

"Report to the boss, he is awake." Behind An, stood Naize.

"It turns out that the corpse is so good, it can do anything." I turned my gaze back to my fingers, flexed and stretched, and found that it had no effect at all.

The two people on the opposite side seemed to have black lines on their faces.

"I'm not dead?" I reacted.

The faces of the two people on the opposite side were covered with black lines.

"Ann." Naizawa said.

"Yes." Ann replied.

"Pull it back," Nize said.

"Yes." An nodded, extremely obedient, with dogleg happiness shining in her eyes.

Ann, at the same time, the world is cheap, why are you treating me like this?

I felt everything disappear again, this time, it was An holding my hand.

When I turned around, I was already in front of a huge black castle.

Naize was in the front, and An dragged me behind. The heavy black door slowly opened. I thought there would be a fire-breathing dragon coming out of it, but in fact there was only a pale butler who could be two meters tall.

The two-meter butler looks like a bamboo pole.

The inside of the castle was extremely dark, and the ground was covered with black marble.My wet clothes were still stained with mud, and when they landed on the smooth mirror-like floor, it felt like peanut butter was sprinkled on the jelly. Naizawa said he was waiting for us somewhere, and asked Ann to take me to change and wash clothes, and a bath.

I saw the huge and luxurious bathing pool I had seen in Ann's memory.

The bath has been filled with water, but there is no dense mist, and the water is cold.

I didn't realize something was wrong when Ann gave me my clothes.I was still wearing my white silk shirt. What was unusual was not that there was mud with an unknown smell on it, but three holes, three bloody holes.The skin under the cut was intact.

The left chest, the right abdomen, and the back waist each have a knife, which can cause fatal injuries in a very short period of time. Very good, but I don't have any scars on my body.

Ann picked up my bloody coat and sniffed it lightly.

"Your blood must be delicious." An Yong said in a drunken tone.

I seriously don't understand why.

Nazawa saved me with magic?But what's the use?Besides, I should have been dead before, right?Magic cannot change the established death. An told me that this is the first law of magic.

"What's the matter? Can you tell me, Ann?" I asked him.

"The king will tell you everything." Ann shook her head, then gave me a push.

I couldn't maintain my balance all of a sudden, and I fell into the water.

I subconsciously let the pores of my whole body stand upside down to welcome the cold water, but then I found that the water was warm.

The cold water, here in my body, is warm.

I covered my heart and found a very weak but still beating heartbeat, pinched my wrist and found a barely detectable pulse, sank my head into the water and found that I could still spit out bubbles.

After washing and cleaning my body, Ann brought me simple and comfortable clothes and brought me to Naize.

Naizawa is drinking black tea.

The rain outside the window was still falling, and it didn't show any sign of getting smaller, so Ann stepped back.

"Sugar or milk?" Naizawa asked me.

"Sugar." I replied.

"Confused?" Naizawa handed me tea.

"Yes. It doesn't make sense for you to save me. Besides, I clearly feel that I should be completely dead." I took the tea and stirred it slowly.

"You still think you're alive?" The old fox Naizawa smiled. Some of his temperament was similar to Edward's or even better than Edward's. I felt my liver was trembling.

It was the breath of an old fox with a soft face and a hard heart.

I am not alive?So, did I become a vampire?No vampires gave me their blood, could it be, Nize or Ann when I was about to die?No, no, the wounds that have already been caused cannot be healed by becoming a vampire, and the three wounds on my body don’t even have scars, even the scars that were shot by the arrow before are gone.

"It's impossible for me to become a blood race," I shook my head, "Stop playing around in circles, I'm a zombie now?"

"I've never seen such a smart zombie," Naizawa laughed, "You can try it yourself." As he spoke, he seemed to draw a circle with his index finger, and someone like a housekeeper sent a five or six-year-old girl , the little girl stared blankly ahead with out-of-focus eyes.

"Mr. Fioria, this girl is too young, it's okay to give me an eleven or twelve year old, I feel guilty at such a young age, and I can't get hard." I looked at Naizawa's face and said to him explain.

Naize took a sip of black tea and thumped the table for joy, the image of the old fox was reduced by 20.00%.

I looked blankly at the gleeful Naizawa.

Naizawa was happy enough, so he hooked his finger at the little girl, and as if pulled by an invisible force, the little girl was dragged directly in front of us.

He grabbed the little girl's arm, looked into my eyes, and gently tore off the thin, tender and fragile skin of the little girl's wrist.

Fresh blood gushed out.

red.

Blood red.

Seductive smell and dreamy touch.

My soul trembled, and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Blood, that's blood.

"I turned into a vampire?" I couldn't take my eyes off the alluring red liquid, but these words came out of my mouth.

"That's right." Naizawa nodded, "Very good, you can maintain your sanity when you see blood. It is obviously such a good blood bag that most blood races will rush to drink it clean."

"So you turned me into a vampire?" I asked, ignoring whether I was being reasonable or not.

"No," Naizawa shook his head, "it's you."

I was at a loss and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Naize didn't know which mechanism was activated, and a piece of the floor on the ground disappeared. He threw the little girl down, and I didn't hear the sound of falling to the ground.

"Below is the kitchen." He explained to me.

"Well." I nodded, but it seems that this situation is not right, Grandpa Naizawa, you don't want to tell me, in fact, you just don't want to tell me, you just don't want to tell me, are you mean?

"You are a born vampire." Seeing that my eyebrows were about to cramp, Grandpa Naizawa said slowly.

Born, a vampire?

The author has something to say: the past two days are too busy and JJ twitches so I didn’t update it,

The daily update will be resumed today, and the chapters that have not been updated will be added on February 2th, trust me~(≧▽≦)/~啦啦啦

Today, my mother said that I am a wolf-hearted, dog-lunged rabbit, and a kind-hearted, disgusting and hard-as-iron face, ╮(╯▽╰)╭... I still know me...