Waste material cannon fodder, he just wants to survive!

Boss sat up, his whole body was dim, and his red eyes were particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

He raised his left hand, scratched the palm of his hand with his nails, closed his eyes and began to search for Ran Heming's location.

After a few minutes, he opened his eyes suddenly, and he found it.

In an instant, he disappeared in place and appeared in the study. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he deliberately left a letter to the housekeeper before leaving.

there.

During this period of time, Ran Heming figured out Aim's attitude towards him,

After planning to have a good communication with the other party, Ran Heming didn't resist the other party so much, and even sat down to chat with the other party calmly.

"How did you die in your last life?" Ran Heming asked.

Em's body was visibly stiff to the naked eye, but quickly returned to its original shape.

"Why does Heming want to know this? But if you were me, I would tell you the truth." Em said and looked straight at Ran Heming, "But will you reward me for what I said?"

Ran Heming was stunned by this question, and then he remembered the bread just now, and said with an idea: "I can make delicious ones for you."

As he expected, Em had a look of joy on his face, then quickly disappeared, pretending not to care and saying, "I've eaten anything delicious."

"But Perth hasn't."

Boss has never eaten?

Em was a little shaken, "Then I can think about it, if you're lying to me, never get out of this room."

Ran Heming heaved a sigh of relief, he guessed right, Aim was only possessive to him, he didn't like him, those attachments were just his unwillingness.

"Then can you tell me how you died?"

"Killed by Perth, I killed Hill, he killed me."

Perth killed Em?

Hearing this answer, Ran Heming was startled, but did not react.

Perth actually killed Em.

But Perth didn't seem like he would hurt innocent people, and Em didn't seem like he would offend Perth either.

Ran Heming's pensive reluctance to accept this fact made Aim unhappy.

Why would that dirty vampire gain his trust? He's just a monster who only knows how to eat human blood, isn't he?

Em was so jealous of Boss, so jealous that he wanted to kill that thing right now.

"What are you questioning?" Em approached suddenly, his voice became low and hoarse, "His hand passed through my body abruptly, taking away my heart."

This description is so bloody, Ran Heming felt that he could smell the fishy smell.

Even if Perth would kill Em, it must be because the other party did something that made Perth angry.

Ran Heming looked directly into Em's eyes, and said these words in succession, "It must be because of something that happened, so Boss killed you, didn't he?"

Em suddenly laughed out loud, shaking his shoulders, Ran Heming's scalp was numb from the laughter, suddenly he raised his head to look at Ran Heming, and said word by word: "You are right, he killed me because I imprisoned you about you."

Imprison me?

Ran Heming was stunned when he heard Aim's words, but he quickly realized that he was also being imprisoned now. Boss could kill Aim in his previous life, and he can still do it in this life.

He couldn't let Em die in front of him, but it was impossible to ask the other party to let him go, so he could only persuade the other party to let him go.

Before Perth came.

From the moment he ate bread, Ran Heming felt that Aim's mentality was the same as that of a child who can't act like a baby, so he changed his mood and treated him like a brat—following the other party's wishes.

"You tell me the truth, and in exchange I'll make you something delicious." "What if it's not delicious?"

"I won't lie to you, will I?" Ran Heming approached the small kitchen prepared by Em. When he saw the messy pots and counters, he knew how difficult it was for the other party to make white bread.

Only then did Em think of the kitchen he hadn't had time to clean up, and the remaining consciousness deep in his heart made him feel ashamed, and finally said a little angrily: "If you dare to laugh, I will kill you."

Ran Heming pretended not to hear that sentence, and talked about his own affairs, "It was the same when I first made bread, it was worse than this."

"Later, I worked for a month and finally learned how to make good bread." But before he could fulfill his desire to eat bread every day, he transmigrated into this world.

Ran Heming didn't tell the other party this sentence.

While talking, he didn't stop the movement of his hands. After cleaning up everything, he started to do what he had to do.

This is the first time that Em has heard Ran Heming take the initiative to tell his own story. It is different from the other party in his eyes, gentle and kind, and more clumsy.

But this clumsy appearance was so novel that he couldn't help but want to get closer.

Aim leaned forward slowly, his hand reaching out to Ran Heming's.

This move frightened Ran Heming, he dodged subconsciously in panic, but worried that this move would irritate the other party, he adjusted his tone and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I want to see what you're doing." Em replied flatly.

After hearing this, Ran Heming breathed a sigh of relief, he thought it was the other party's sudden curiosity that made him do this.

But he was too close, and he could clearly smell the faint scent of grass and trees on the opponent's body.

"Then you stand far away, so I can't move."

"Okay." Em obediently stood at the door of the kitchen, quietly watching the busy figure.

The atmosphere suddenly became warmer, as if the relationship between them had been like this from the beginning, there was no estrangement, and there was no imprisonment.

Em stood at the door and thought, it would be better if there was no blood in the way.

His gaze drifted to Ran Heming involuntarily, his eyes restrained and somewhat greedy.

Ran Heming's back was numb when he was looked at, and when he saw Aim's eyes, he was stunned, like a child who wants candy, his eyes are obviously eager, but he is suppressed.

But he is not the Virgin, and he will not soften his heart.

He turned around and continued with his business.

What he makes is very simple, which is the kind of bread similar to pizza, and he makes French fries out of potatoes on the ground.

The smell of food came out of the kitchen. He took out the baked bread and put it on the plate, and took out the baked French fries and put them aside.

Ran Heming looked out the window, the sunlight came in, leaving a mottled shadow beside the window.

It's a fine day.

"Taste." He handed something to Em.

There was food on the plate that he had never seen before, but it smelled delicious. Em took a few curious glances before reaching out and picking up a piece of bread and putting it in his mouth.

The salty taste spread in his mouth, and there were other tastes that he didn't like, which were very fragrant and delicious.

"Is it tasty?"

"Well, delicious." Em replied subconsciously.

He chewed the food in his mouth, and a warm current flowed through his body, which made him feel very satisfied.

This was the most delicious bread he had ever eaten, and he felt a sense of satisfaction deep in his heart.

He had never felt this emotion before, as if he had slept enough and felt comfortable all over.

Thinking of this thing that the vampire had never eaten, Em's eyes became bright, like stars.

[The author has something to say: I'm sorry, but I was really tired a few days ago. 】