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The environment of the hall is gloomy, the dark red sofa and the murals stand out in color, just as abrupt as the gaudy lips of the vampire in the darkness.

The golden curly ears yawned with their mouths open, bored with the situation of being always silent today, and a pair of sharp canines reflected all the light, becoming the only light the hunter could see.

Andre has lived as a vampire for too long, and it is almost his instinct to explore human emotions and semantics. An expression, a hint of a word has nowhere to hide like baked black bread behind a glass window, so I misunderstood Ryan The possibility of the meaning in Sri Lanka's words is extremely low.

In the darkness, Andre could clearly see the hunter's expression. The frozen, meaningless expression made him a little uncertain for the first time.

In this psychological warfare, the hunter took the top spot by mistake.

"You don't have to be responsible for the impulsive decision." Andre moved his eyes back. It is hard to tell whether there is relief or regret in the dark golden pupils, but the cold aura contained in them is obvious.

Cold treatment is the worst way to communicate, and Lioness can swear that he did not intend to treat such a ridiculous proposal with such an attitude.

"It's not impulsive." Lioness finally uttered four words, and Andre closed his eyes and stroked Mass, not waiting for the next word.

The idea of ​​providing Andre's blood appeared almost inexplicably. It may have arisen from Andre's first loss of control during the black market, or it may have arisen from the moment when Andre lay lifeless in a black coffin.

This idea is an unexpected effort, but also an expected rationality.

"The vampires have disappeared from human vision for too long, and we know very little about vampires. I need your help." Lyons said, "The first reason why you don't raise vampires is that you can't find a long-term stable source of supply. , and the second is that you... don't want to fall into the vortex of killing for the sake of desire."

Andre sneered, the laughter was short and long. After the original sound dissipated, the echo lingered around the hall until it reached the high roof before bursting like a bubble.

"I don't think it's necessary to remind a hunter not to think too kindly of the blood race." Andre said.

"I've never felt that the blood race is friendly," Lioness was not affected by the sarcasm in Andre's tone, "but for me, I can't find a reasonable explanation for your behavior other than this reason."

"You escaped the blood hunting dungeon, but only caught a female rabbit for dinner. You would rather drink the blood of the gods than lay hands on ordinary humans." Lyons kept giving examples, as if he was arguing to himself, "I won't talk about it. The morality of the blood race, but at least you have a bottom line that does not conflict with human values."

Andre pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth drooping coldly, the cold fingertips made Mass unhappy, he turned his head and licked the master's stopped fingers with his tongue with tiny barbs.

Humans and vampires have never been two completely separated species. The latter was born of the former and preyed on the former.Andre once said that newborn blood races will always have doubts about their belonging, but in fact, this confusion and anxiety will accompany them throughout their lives.

What bottom line, what dignity, but the fear of not being willing to become a monster.

Only a small number of late-transformed vampires will accept or indulge in the cruelty and morbidity of the vampire nature. More vampires will feel disgusted when they first suck blood but are attracted. past.

Unfortunately, Andre was not one of them.

Andre's hidden eyes flickered twice, and he said, "You think too much, Hunter."

"I don't want to talk about these illusory things with you." Lyons said without entanglement with Andre, "Providing you with blood is a win-win thing, I need your help, and you have regular blood supply, don't worry Out of control because of the thirst for blood. We can even control the time and quantity of eating to achieve the purpose of making the desire more controllable."

"You seem to be as interested in the matter of the blood of God as I am. Derek has already extended his claws to the Blood Emperor and the entire tribe. The people behind him will only be more ambitious. If the mainland is in chaos, it is impossible to live in seclusion .And you're interested in the human world, aren't you? There's just so much you can do when you're awake.”

Every suggestion of Lioness was extremely tempting, and Andre knew he was right.

Years of dormancy kept him away from the world, and he lost the opportunity to communicate with the outside world.If he could, he would never choose to sleep forever. Lioness put the best plan in front of him, so there was no reason to refuse it.

"If you don't agree," footsteps came from behind, and the human body temperature approached the body, bringing subtle air flow.Lyons' voice rang in Andre's ear, changing the momentum of the previous negotiations and becoming stronger, "I will use the second wish."

Andre raised the corners of his mouth and laughed out loud, "Mr. Detective, do you want me to bite your neck and suck your blood dry?"

"It can only bite the arteries of the wrist, and the dosage needs to be controlled." Lioness corrected "seriously".

"Among the blood in the human body, only the one from the neck is the tastiest. As I said, I have requirements for the blood."

Lyons frowned, carefully considering the feasibility of such a dangerous request.

Andre had a prejudgment on the hesitation of Lioness' waist, and said empathetically, "You think about controlling your appetite too easily..."

"can."

The corners of the elegant and contented vampire's lips are cold and hard, and the raised eyebrows are like sharp blades, and together with the pupils, they shoot at the brazen human: "What did you say?"

"I said it's okay to bite the neck, but certain safety measures are required." Lyons said calmly.

"Do you know what you're promising?"

"My ears are not deaf, my mouth is not dumb, and my brain is functioning normally." Lyons looked back flatly, as if he just bought a red sausage at the market, "I hope to reach an agreement with you, and I will provide you with blood on a regular basis , as a reward, you and I will handle Matthew's commission together. Is it a deal?"

The high-quality leather backrest looks a little thin at the moment, and Andre feels that Reins is too close to him, and an ominous premonition that things have gone off the rails rises from the bottom of his heart, with dripping roses and gems, unknown and beautiful.

He never had too much contact and connection with human beings, because fragile creatures will be injured, die, and be afraid, and all the energy spent is the water flowing from the gaps in the bamboo basket, and there is nothing but a trace of dampness up.

But Lyons seems to be an exception.Because his reasons are too good and the benefits are too obvious, Andre can't even give a reason.

"...deal." Andre said, the vampire didn't have a frivolous smile at the moment, not relaxed or skillful, just like a king who occasionally loses, confused and embarrassed.

Reigns and Andre held outstretched palms, not half-satisfied, and said with a stern face: "Let's go to find Nord tomorrow. Matthew's letter is urgent, and things will change if it is too late."

The hunter acted decisively, only a simple handshake to celebrate the cooperation, and then explained the matter, and went back to the attic to pack his luggage.

Andre withdrew his hand and put it on Mass's head again, feeling a little ridiculous at his confusion.

For a disinterested "workaholic," it seems silly to delve into emotions.

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