After the collapse of the character set, the villain ran away overnight [Quick Transmigration]

After breakfast the next day, Shi Yu stayed in the house to play with William.

These days, I just think about filling my stomach, and I haven't been with the baron for a long time.

Lord Baron always has great preference and tolerance towards him.

After seeing the flying saucer in his hand, he paused, and glanced at him helplessly, his emerald eyes were full of accommodating.

Shi Yu: "..."

Well, it's me who wants to play.

Fortunately, the Lord Baron was very supportive, and after a back and forth, Shi Yu was sweating all over his body, and asked it enthusiastically, "How about we go downstairs to play in the garden?"

The pure black wolfhound flicked its tail, the long tail wrapped around his ankle naturally, and followed him towards the garden.

As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into the passing butler head-on.

The butler saw the flying saucer in his hand, his eyes froze, and he said stiffly after a long time: "Mr. Shi, are you...?"

Shi Yu said, "Ah, I'll take Mr. William down for a walk."

"..." The housekeeper struggled to ignore the casualness in his tone, "Well, it's like this, there are a lot of people in the house now, why don't you go down when there are fewer people?"

Shi Yu was taken aback for a moment, saw the difficulty on his face, and nodded: "Yes, are there many people in the house today?"

The housekeeper said: "Yes, there are some guests."

Without asking any more questions, Shi Yu turned around and took the wolf dog back to the bedroom, waiting patiently for the guests to leave.

However, for some reason today, the guests did not leave until dinner time.

It was dark after dinner.

He sat by the bed regretfully, hugged the wolf dog and acted like a baby: "What should I do, I didn't take you out to play today."

The wolfhound carefully licked his temples, and gave a gentle "woo" twice, as if coaxing his unhappy master.

Shi Yu was immediately healed by the gentle William, and he ruaed a couple of times while holding it: "Then let's go play tomorrow!"

Flicking his tail comfortably, the baron leaned against his arms and let out a "woo hoo".

……

The night is getting darker.

Shi Yu lay lazily on the bed watching TV.

He really has nothing to do in this world. In the first two worlds, he could still bully and bully the protagonist to find a sense of existence. This time, he couldn't even find the task object.

There was no boiling water in the room, he was a little thirsty, and carefully walked away from William. The pure black wolf dog opened his eyes in a daze, his eyes were full of sleepiness, but he wanted to go out with him.

"It's okay," Shi Yu said with a smile, "I'll go get a glass of water, and I'll be right back."

The wolfhound raised its eyelids and was about to get up when it suddenly sniffed at the tip of its nose, then slowly nestled back on the bed.

It looked worriedly at the back of the young man leaving, thinking of the protection of the masters for the young man, suppressed the willingness to follow out.

……

Today is another full moon night.

Unlike other planes, there are also full moons every month, but this plane can have two full moons in a row in a single month.

A hundred years ago, the trigger of the Human Blood Race War was also because of the restlessness of the Blood Race on the night of the full moon. The restlessness lasted for three days and gradually got out of control. The Human Race had no choice but to fight back.

The small dining room at the end of the corridor had no lights on.

Recalling this period of history, Shi Yu walked into the restaurant, and scented tea was being brewed in the thermos teapot in the restaurant, and the faint fragrance of flowers wafted in the air.

He went over to get a cup of tea and was about to leave when he suddenly smelled a fishy smell different from the scent of scented tea.

This fishy smell exudes a fragrance that is sweeter and more seductive than scented tea.

The blood flowing normally in the body suddenly became dry and hot, Shiyu's eyes were covered with a white mist, his mouth was dry, and he unbuttoned his chest, fine sweat oozed from his forehead, and he vaguely noticed something strange.

... This scene is too familiar.

The full moon, the restaurant, the cannon fodder for drinking water, and the main character Gong whose instinct destroys his sanity.

Isn't this the scene he wore that night?

Then this one who is hiding in the restaurant today...

The heart beat suddenly faster, Shi Yu tried hard to keep his drowsy brain awake, the protagonist's attack... probably the protagonist's attack!

The restaurant, which was already without light, became even darker due to blurred vision. He wanted to put down his teacup in the dark, and went to find out. He never thought that what he had was no longer a dining table.

"Bang -" sound.

The teacup was split, and the clear sound resounded in the silent restaurant.

Shi Yu's mind went blank.

The next moment, he heard an indifferent and gloomy male voice: "—Who?"

The strong fragrance of scented tea covers most of the strange smell.

The man sat on the leather sofa in the dining room for people to rest, with a dangerous and terrifying aura, like a beast that chooses to eat people, with a violent and cold murderous aura.

It was exactly the same as the oppressive feeling I felt the night I wore it.

Shi Yu opened his eyes wide in a daze, but his sanity was gradually eroded by the thicker smell of blood in the air.

He swallowed violently, just wanting to taste the taste of this fresh blood.

It smells good.

...so sweet.

The lower bloodlines will never be able to resist the temptation of the ancestor's bloodline.

The instinct of the blood race excited him.

There was itching between the teeth, and two small and sharp fangs slowly emerged from the head.

He supported the kitchen counter and subconsciously walked towards the leather sofa.

Sensing the approach of a strange blood race, the man on the sofa warned with a hoarse voice, full of hostility: "—Get out."

The little blood race that suddenly broke into his territory was so stupid that it was still walking towards him.

The man's eyes under the drooping eyelashes were gloomy, indifferent and cruel.

—he wouldn't mind teaching the newly converted little vampire a lesson.

The nerves in the deep sea of ​​fire are whining in pain, and the desire/desire to destroy everything is about to swallow the last sanity.

A trace of scarlet flashed in the man's eyes, and he raised his eyelids coldly, his vision was already as thick as ink, and he couldn't see anything, he could only feel that the lifeless newborn blood was still approaching him.

——It’s really courting death.

He thought coldly.

Instinct was clamoring for him to tear everything in front of him, yearning for blood and killing.

Pale and slender five fingers hang down by his side, blood is rushing.

The moonlight shone golden and bright afterglow from behind the window, he tried his best to suppress the violent killing intent in his body, and the next moment, he felt a shadow pressing down in front of him.

……

Soft and slender arms wrap around the neck.

Breathing out scorching hot breath, the newborn little blood race silently squeezed into his arms, sat on his lap, rubbed and hummed coquettishly, it was soft and soft, with hair feathers hanging down his neck, the breath he exhaled was even stronger than The scent of flowers in the air is even richer and more charming.

The body's protective mechanism was like an empty wall in front of him.

So tolerant and obedient, let him approach her until she sat in her arms.

With difficulty, he regained his sanity.

The blood clan who was on the verge of eruption stretched out his hand subconsciously, with a murderous intent between his tyrannical and gloomy brows, but the palm of his hand was protecting the young man's back, patting his back carefully.

Instinct was clamoring.

His mad thirst for blood and war.

He wanted to tear everything apart, and this little blood who dared to sit in his arms would be the first to die.

——I really don’t know what to say.

There was a bloodthirsty sneer on the corner of the mouth of the scarlet-eyed vampire.

In the next second, I suddenly felt a burst of wetness from the clothes on my chest.

His brain fell into a momentary blankness. He remained motionless. It took a long time to recover from the sudden panic. He raised his hand and subconsciously touched the face of the little blood in his arms. He felt the warm water with his fingertips, and he froze completely. , exhaled hoarsely and patiently, hugged the person in his arms and said in a low voice: "...Why are you crying?"

The little blood race didn't speak, and hugged his neck and cried silently.

He is so pathetic.

Such a small group, sitting in his arms was tightly imprisoned by him, only showing two soft and weak arms.

That delicate and soft cheek might not be as big as his slap, and the flesh is tender, like coagulated milk. He didn't even dare to amplify his strength, so he could only droop his hands irritably, and said under his throat, "Why are you crying?"

At this moment, all the bloodthirsty killing intent and impulse in his mind were covered by the tears of the person in his arms.

He was bored and just wanted to know what he was crying about.

The brain is groggy, even more irritable than when he was unable to kill.

...how can you cry so much.

The clothes on his chest were soaked.

He wanted to pinch his jaw coldly, forcing him not to cry anymore.

No one dared to be so presumptuous in front of His Excellency the Prince. This fledgling, fragile little blood was really daring.

The little blood in his arms, whose cheeks he wiped with a tissue, was not at all oppressed by his coldness and power. He sobbed and knelt up, his hair brushed his fingertips, knelt on his lap unsteadily, and was pinched by him. Supporting her waist, she commanded in a hoarse voice, "Don't move around."

The little blood clan hugged his neck without moving, and said to him in a low voice, "cool."

The leather sofa is really cool.

Especially the restaurant is still blowing cold wind.

The prince was in a bad mood, and wanted to throw this delicate little vampire down, but he held his body with his palms more carefully, even touched his palms, and he was relieved when he felt that the temperature was normal.

"What on earth are you going to do?"

After the voice fell, a warmth came over his shoulder.

The button of the shirt was flexibly unbuttoned, and the slender, white fingers lightly brushed across his collarbone. The little blood race really didn't have any self-awareness, and hugged his neck nimbly and rubbed it up, exhaling hot air between the lips, nestling in the Panting in his arms, he said, "I want to try..."

He finally spoke a long sentence.

The voice is hoarse and soft, and the breath exhaled between the opening and closing of the lips is sweet and soft, like melted honey, which is more attractive than anything else.

His Excellency the Prince pulled his lips and smiled coldly. There was a cold chill above his pale and hard features, his black hair hanging down covered his eyebrows and eyes, and a dark light flashed in the depths of his scarlet eyes.

...It turned out to be Xiao Xiang's blood.

Xiao wanted the power of the ancestors.

audacious in the extreme.

The next moment, the shoulders and neck were licked by something wet and soft.

The greedy little blood was lying on his shoulders, supported by his waist, biting his flesh with his immature fangs.

The bewitching aroma is hidden under this piece of hard flesh, and the blood flow under the blue meridian is rapid. The little blood did not bite the flesh, and did not taste the sweet sugar water. He was so anxious that he shed tears and listened to the sound on the top of his head. The indifferent man said impatiently, "Crying again?"

He choked up and wiped his tears on the man's clothes, his voice was thin and soft, weeping with grievances: "I can't bite."

The man's voice was even colder: "Don't bite."

He cried even more suddenly, clasped his neck tightly and refused to let go, licked the flesh on the blood vessel, and bit down hard, this time not only did not bite, but the fragile fangs were crushed in pain.

"Um……"

He pressed against his neck, tears were hot and burning, and the burning man's already irritable and impatient nerves were throbbing more and more. He couldn't bear the dryness, so he simply raised his hand to cut the flesh on his neck, and the warm blood instantly Flowing out, it exudes a seductive aroma like a delicacy in the world.

The aggrieved and crying little vampire was taken aback for a moment, then slowly knelt up, hugged his cheek and rubbed it affectionately.

The cheek flesh on the side of his face was soft and warm, in stark contrast to his cold, temperatureless skin.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his eyes impatiently.

The wound on the neck was quickly touched by the soft tip of the tongue, and the little vampire hugged his neck contentedly and began to suck blood. His body was trembling, and thin sweat slipped from his fingertips drop by drop. He didn't even suck blood slowly. Take a sip and take a breath... How did such a fragile one survive to this day in the blood clan of the jungle.

He closed his eyes, fiddled with the black hair of the person in his arms, and sneered: "It's really weak."

The author has something to say: the first ten people who guessed the identities of the two people in this chapter will give out red envelopes

The first confrontation in the next chapter (the Shura field is coming!)

The personalities of the two people will be different in each world, but they are generally the same. Don't be fooled by the appearance

In this chapter, I want to be socially awesome, giegiegie

明天见～感谢在2021-09-2415:40:35~2021-09-2418:45:37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 who threw mines: think A4;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles from the dust and escape from the world;

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