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Layers of thick black curtains are always drawn tightly to block the sunlight outside. Near the left side of the bed is a dark coffin, which looks heavier and colder against the white plush carpet.

The Duke sleeps in a coffin most of the time, and only occasionally chooses a big bed. He said that although blood races have no temperature, they will recall the feeling of warmth. Just like humans, they are all contradictory bodies.

Celt picked up the boy and put him in the coffin. The young and thin body was wrapped in a black blanket, and the boy's white chest was covered with hickey marks and teeth marks of different shades. Two little red beans were swollen due to torture. There was still some moisture left on it, and the two well-proportioned legs were slightly clamped, covering the puddle of water below, and the boy's blue eyes were stained with a layer of mist at the moment, and he was looking at him quietly.

He saw his own shadow in that pool, and this feeling was undoubtedly subtle. In his eyes, it was like a delicious food exuding a tempting smell.

A pale and cold hand raised his chin, rubbing his thumb lightly, "Honey, this coffin is very suitable for you."

A chill came up from the tailbone, and he looked at him silently, "Selter, I'm a little cold."

He knew that the coffin he was lying in was unique and the most luxurious in the entire blood race, but when a living person lay in it, that feeling...

Selt raised his eyebrows lightly, stepped into the coffin, turned over with silence in his arms, switched positions, stroked his neck with his palms, and rushed in again.

The lid of the coffin closed with a muffled sound, the field of vision was pitch black, only the cold breath of the man in his ear, no temperature, no heartbeat, no pulse, only the rough panting of desire and his own thumping The sound of the heartbeat is extremely real.

Shen Mo blinked his eyes, sweat dripped down, he brushed away the wet hair on his cheeks, gasped softly, moaned softly, his chest rose and fell with some difficulty.

The two kissed in the dark coffin, the tongue-twisting voice was clearer, and the wet tone was extraordinarily obscene.

The cold nose rubbed against him, Celt rolled up his tongue, sucking the secreted saliva, this feeling of gnawing made it difficult for Silence to breathe, he patted Celt on the back, wanting to say something, and all that came out was broken groans.

"Vi, breathe."

The low and hoarse voice hit the eardrums, and many tears secreted from the corners of Shen Mo's eyes. He opened his mouth to breathe, like a fish short of water, greedily sucking in the little oxygen in the coffin.

"S...Selter...cough..." Silent buried his sweaty and tear-filled face in Celter's chest, he wasn't sure if there was any snot or something.

A gentle and magnetic voice sounded in the closed coffin, "I am here."

Celt kissed Silence's neck, his strong desire for warm blood clamored to pierce the skin underneath, he bit the beating pulse under his lips, did not show his sharp teeth, but imitated human beings, just rubbing back and forth.

The cold and hard thing buried in the body galloped unimpeded, and suddenly there was a jet of water gushing out amidst the sound of sizzling water. It was not as cold as the first time, but Shen Mu still tensed the muscles of his legs uncomfortably. Walter.

Selt moved him up a bit with silent hips, pulling his wet desire out to rub against his legs.

Covering his silent eyes with his hands, Selt's deep and slow voice revealed a hint of bewitchment, "Go to sleep."

Shen Shen twitched the corners of his mouth and found a comfortable position, "Selter, I think I might die from lack of oxygen."

His Excellency the Duke did not speak, but stared at the young man below him in the darkness, a light flashed in his blood-red eyes, and he touched the back of his neck with his hand.

The coffin fell silent.

Silent woke up in Celt's arms, which is very unscientific, but it was true, and what made him speechless was that the saliva from his mouth wetted a piece of Celt's dress.

"I feel so sorry."

"My lord, it's better to put Mr. David down." Hena wore a dark red robe that seemed to have never been changed, and today her lips were painted with lipstick of the same color. She put on a pair of white socks with a black bat pattern on them. Pass it over, and say respectfully and seriously, "In this way, His Excellency the Prince may not knock over his beloved red wine."

Silence watched the man grab his feet, trying to put socks on him, he began to struggle to kick his legs, the other's grip was tighter, the two stared blankly.

"Food should look like food, and listen to what I say in the future." The Duke put white socks on the boy's white feet. He raised his eyes and stared at the boy for a moment, "My dear Wei, your blood It's mine, the body is mine, the mind, the soul, it's all mine."

"Yes, the great Mr. Selt." Mo Mo put his foot in Selt's palm obediently, and he said, "I'm yours."

The joy in His Excellency Duke's deep eyes flashed away, he fiddled with his soft hair, and kissed his neck with his cold lips.

Seeing this scene, Hena and several blood clans all lowered their heads, and there was something incomprehensible hidden in the cold breath.

Behind the simple and heavy gate is a magnificent hall, hundreds of candles are burning, and there is a small pool in the center, which is filled with expensive wine, and the mellow aroma is overflowing in the flowing air. Exquisite snacks, looking around, are all handsome men and beautiful women.

Beautiful and elegant, they are blood clans that frighten people and make the Holy See wary.

All the blood races stopped talking, and moved their eyes to the thin and tall figure who walked in at the door with lazy and casual steps. They bent down at the same time, saluting respectfully and gracefully.

The pores of Shen Mo's whole body stood up, and being looked at by dozens of indifferent eyes, it felt like ice was scratching and pulling on his body.

The original lifelessness of the hall was broken by the fresh blood, and the eyes of those blood races were full of desire, but the fear from the depths of their souls made them dare not act rashly.

The human being held in the arms of the gentlemanly and elegant Duke is as thin as a kitten, and those eyes are noble blue, which is the blue sky they hate but yearn for.

Walking in front of a man in a black robe, Celt lowered his head slightly, "Father."

Shen Mo wanted to get off Celt, but the arms holding him were like two pincers strangling his waist. After being helpless, he could only bow his head respectfully and vigilantly greet him.

Prince Sirlanya has a high position in the entire blood clan. Under his leadership, the blood clan has maintained peace for as long as 3000 years, which is enough to prove his leadership and jurisdiction.

The old prince waved his hand to silence the other elders. He glanced at the silence, paused for a few seconds, and then looked at Celt, "Son, have you made up your mind?"

"Yes, father." Selt hooked the corners of his lips slightly, with a clear arc rising.

Shen Mo frowned slightly, did he overlook something.

The old prince didn't say anything else, but overturned the red wine in his hand, and the crisp sound echoed strangely in the hall.

The terrifying momentum struck, Shen Mo held his breath, and splashed a lot of red wine on his body. He instinctively hid in Celt's arms, feeling that the handsome prince in front of him wanted to kill him.

Hena strode forward with several blood clans, all of them looked alert, and the other blood clans dared not show their anger.

"Father, you frightened him." Wiping the red wine on the boy's body with a handkerchief, Selt's face was filled with cold anger, and the air pressure around him gradually dissipated, sweeping the entire hall for a while.

It was the first time Shen Mo saw this proud nobleman showing an expression other than a gentleman's. He lowered his eyes and acted surprised.

"Son, he's not the most suitable candidate." The old prince's originally gentle gaze became sharp, and he looked directly at Silence, and took a few meaningful glances.

Shen Mo still lowered his head, despite all kinds of indifferent eyes scrutinizing him, he guessed that the blood race who had lived for thousands of years might become suspicious.

It should be doubting his loyalty to Celt.

"Father, it can only be him." Celt turned around and said to all the blood races, "Let me introduce to you, David, my heir." Facing the calm and clear eyes of the young man, Celt slowed down his laziness. The tone dragged on, "It will also be my only companion."

The vampires began to applaud, the surprise on their faces had already subsided, and now they became numb.

Mo Mo showed a stunned expression, staying in Celt's arms. After a long silence, he lowered his eyes to block the emotions in his eyes.

On the way back, I passed the woods outside the castle, where there were two knights, who were looking around nervously with their guns, as if they came with some kind of mission.

The sky suddenly darkened, countless blacks approached, and the screams resounded loudly, becoming more eerie and terrifying amidst the crow's rough and hoarse cry of "Wow--Wow--".

In the blink of an eye, the two living men were left with only a pile of skeletons, with a little bit of meat residue attached to them, which were devoured by agile black bats, including the eyeballs scattered into the lawn.

Mo Mo's stomach was churning so badly that he vomited all the food he ate at the reception, and finally he could only lie on Celt's shoulder and retch.

"Clean it up." Celt ordered and left in silence.

Since that incident, Mo Mo has mental problems. He often lies on the bed before going to bed, and when he wakes up, he lies in the coffin with Celt. Hallucinations appear one after another. When he walks in the sun during the day, he will subconsciously bow his head, always feeling The sun above his head burned him, but it didn't.

Lying at the window and looking at the leaves falling with the wind outside, Shen Mo stretched out his hand to catch one, and put the leaves in the thick books, this is something he must do every day, it is so boring that he wants to scold something.

After he proposed to see Akin with Celt and was rejected, he gave up completely, wandering alone in the lifeless castles and manors during the day, and learning the etiquette of the blood race with Hena at night, which was boring and boring.

In the entire castle, he was the only one who ate human food, which made Slovak feel a little irritable every time he went out to buy food in the town.

Selt picked up the boy lying on the bed, stroked his thin chin, "Wei, you don't eat much tonight."

He closed the book, sat up silently holding Celt's arm, and looked at him cross-legged, "Selter, can I move into the manor?"

Stretching out his hand to untie the boy's clothes, Celt kissed his neck, and there was no room for an answer in his throat, "No."

Shen Mo pursed his lips, and leaned his neck up to be licked by his wet, slippery and cold tongue. It had been almost a year, and he was used to this touch, but he still felt his scalp tingling when he saw the black bats hovering over the castle.

Sensing that the young man seemed to be distracted, Celt sucked the warm blood that came out, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wei, what are you thinking?"

The lips on the neck vigorously sucked the arteries, and the spreading numbness rushed into the bone marrow at an extremely fast speed. He lowered his eyes in silence, and said, "I'm thinking of you."

Vampires are sometimes simpler than humans. In their world, there are only desires and blood, and this one in front of him, although powerful enough to frighten, is unpredictable.

But it's just a man who has been lonely for a long time and longs for warmth.

These three words were short and ordinary, but they disturbed all the Duke's thoughts. He pulled the boy's legs away, leaned forward, and slowly invaded that wonderful place.

The blanket exudes moisture after sweating, and the silence has adapted to the darkness. He touched the man's cold lips, and without retracting his hand, he moved it up and stopped on the other's forehead, brushing away those sticky hair, " Celt, can I go out for a walk tomorrow? I heard that there is a small town outside the forest, and there is delicious almond tea in the town."

Most of the time, in bed or in a coffin, the smile on the vampire's lips will be real.

"Wei, concentrate." Celt's low and soft voice was full of helplessness, he raised one of his legs and put it on his shoulder, changing the angle and rushing himself deeper.

Mo Mo snorted softly, grabbed a strand of Celt's hair, and let out gasps of varying lengths following the rapid rhythm.

Two days later, Shen Mo followed Celt to the town, just the two of them, walking on the road, every time people passed by, Shen Mo would glance at Celt from the corner of his eye, he was a little worried that the other party would be affected by the heat of the sun burn.

Although I haven't experienced it, there are records in the book and Slovak's description, it is a torture that is worse than death.

"Mr. Selt, you are very charming today." Meeting the man's playful gaze, Mo Mo raised the corners of his mouth, "Look at the enthusiasm of the girls in the town."

The Duke handed the purchased almond tea to Shen Mo, and smiled at the people who looked over, but the smile in his eyes was towards the people around him, "Wei, can I understand that you are jealous?"

After taking a sip of almond tea, he walked silently and said, "Yes."

Celt followed him unhurriedly. The two went around the town, bought a lot of things, and attracted the hearts of the girls in the town. They looked up at the elegant smile, A dignified man with all manner of gestures will be inferior to his own looks, but he can't help but want to be spotted by the other party.

In April, Silence and Celt met the Holy See on the street. The leader was the one he had seen a while ago, and he rushed to block a silver-plated bullet for Celt in a hurry.

At that time, he only felt the endless flow of blood, which was completely different from the Celtic drinking in the past. This time, he really saw the gate of hell open to him.

But the moment he stepped in, he was pulled back by a cold and slender hand.

In the next few days, his injury was stable, and the expression on Celt's face was no longer lazy and evil. It was the darkness that made the dead blood race tremble.

There was deathly silence in the castle, and even Hena stopped running to the manor.

In the room, Selt stroked the boy's sunken cheek. After a while, the sharp nails scratched his wrist, and the blood gushed out instantly. Selt pinched his silent chin, with a hoarse voice, "Baby, open your mouth and drink it."

Mo Mo subconsciously backed away, but was pulled back vigorously, knocking over a few roses just picked on the way, His Excellency the Duke narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Don't make me say it a second time."

The delicate rose petals were destroyed by a force, and the remaining pollen fell on the feet, and a lot of blood splashed on the upper of the shoe. Silence retracted his gaze from the corner of his eyes, and lowered his head to lick the cold blood. He licked it lightly and softly. His tongue brushed the oozing blood, as if he was licking a popsicle just taken out of the refrigerator, but the taste was not sweet.

But this didn't affect his weird state of shivering when he licked it.

"Ding, congratulations Mr. Shen, you have achieved sharing, assimilation, and eternal existence with the target, and the current task progress is [-]% complete."

ten percent?Mo Mo almost spit out the blood that he hadn't had time to swallow, and he suffered internal injuries from that little progress.

"Wei, then..." The man's hoarse voice was full of tenderness that made people fall into it and refused to extricate themselves, "From today onwards, I belong to you alone."