What if the lord is too popular

"It's inconvenient to be a vampire, you'd better be a good human being, Tong Mo."

As soon as these words came out, the Bliss leader understood - the fact that he was left behind.

The memory flashed back to the day when I was a child, the mother committed suicide after killing the father who had an affair with the maid.

How was he feeling at that time?It should be as calm as it is now.There is no way to be born with a lack of emotion.

Speaking of which, Yuya Ubuyashiki became like this, and he also "indispensably contributed"!

Tong Mo stood with his back facing each other between two curtains, resisting the sunlight that might leak in through the gap, the warmth on his back gave off a nostalgic smell.

He lowered his eyes and smiled nonchalantly: "You're right, after becoming a vampire and then disguising as a human, I will reveal myself."

After all, whether the acting skills are good or not, you can get a clue from the eyes.

This unsophisticated remark is Tong Mo's way of reducing the embarrassment of each other, but when he noticed Yaoya's tense body instantly, he thought belatedly:

[Ah, it seems to backfire. ]

Yaozai turned his head back, looked over Tong Mo's shoulders and stared at the heavy curtains, and suddenly thought of something:

"When you and Wu Mi entered the door, the curtains should have been opened? Did he... have any reaction?"

Tong Mo changed the subject in a calm manner, "Mr. Wu Mi closed the curtains in a 'swipe', as if he was worried that he would die in the next second." There was a panic on his face that was incompatible with the indifferent posture, and he took a breath: "I never I've never seen such obvious mood swings in him."

After finishing speaking, the Lord of Bliss looked at the man in front of him from head to toe, and suddenly realized after covering his mouth: "Mr. Wu Mi..."

Yaozai's face was hidden in the shadows, and his expression could not be discerned, but the corner of his mouth that was smiling was full of meaning.

At night, rehearsals before the big show.

Yaozai stood among the piles of rocks in the backyard, recalling the countless bad things he had heard from believers.

What can't be loved, fight for inheritance, life and death...

Strangely, his heart was unusually peaceful.

Maybe it was the runaway run in the Bliss Sect that exhausted all the negative emotions in his body.

This is not good, like a soldier who forgets to sharpen his gun before going into battle, and will die.

Yaoza racked his brains to make waves of emotions, whether it is distress, fear, anger...

In the end, the picture in his mind was accidentally fixed in the room where he was once a prisoner—the left hand was handcuffed to the bed, allowing someone to do whatever he wanted.

Under the bright moonlight, two red clouds rippled on Yaoza's cheeks.The emotion of shame is like silk spun out tirelessly by silkworms, turning into an airtight cocoon to wrap him.

It's one thing to like someone, it's another to be forced to be helpless.

In short, he was deliberately "humiliated" by that guy!

In this situation, the system that claims to be the incarnation of justice jumped out and spoke bluntly:

[Mibashiki-sama, didn’t you break free from the handcuffs easily later?So you are not forced to fight back helplessly, but voluntarily...]

[Shut up, Xiao Tong. ]

Ubuyashiki Takaya quickly pressed the mute button to prevent the system from fighting with him.

But what he said was overwhelming, and it became a strong catalyst, making Yaoya's body temperature higher and higher, and the fair skin exposed outside the clothes was stained with a lovely translucent powder.

finally-

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

The strong wind rising from the ground carried flying sand and rocks, and passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows that were close at hand at an extremely fast speed.Fortunately, the glass was strengthened, and it was not broken, leaving only deep cut marks.

Oni Wu Tsuji who entered the villa happened to "witness" this scene, opened the door with his hands behind his back, and walked towards Yoya Shiki, who was squatting on the ground panting for breath, with a gloomy face, and stared at him condescendingly for a while:

"Is this the result of your training all afternoon?"

According to Tong Mo, this guy left the Bliss Sect after 2 o'clock.

Yaozai seemed to have just discovered Wu Mi's existence, raised his dusty face, his red eyes flashed away in surprise.

"You can't expect me to be self-taught."

"Hmph." Wu Mi sneered coldly: "I'm self-taught, if you can't do it, it can only mean that you are an idiot."

He stretched out his hand and pulled Yaoya up from the ground with strength that could almost break his arm.

Yaozai frowned, gave Wu Cang a very unconvinced look, and muttered:

"If you have the ability, you should let me see it with your own eyes instead of talking big. Otherwise, how would I know if you are lying to me?"

"I'm not that boring. Where's your stone?"

Yao Zai took out Wu Mi from his bosom and threw it to him casually, handing over the fingernail-sized pebble.

Wu Mi raised an eyebrow:

"If you want me to demonstrate, I should have the attitude of demonstrating, and hold it well."

"..."

Yaozai did as he was told, but doubts abounded in his heart.

Based on the understanding during this period of time, it is impossible for Wu Mi to obey anyone's orders, it is better to say that he is the only one who orders others.

Yaozai was on guard secretly, his eyes wandered around without any trace, not missing the nasty curve of his lips.

"Ah."

The sneer was a fluttering hummingbird passing by the ear, and then—

"Bang!" The stone in the palm burst suddenly, flying towards Yaozai like a piercing arrow.

He is fully capable of teleporting to dodge, but he just tilted his head, allowing the sharp fragments to wipe a few bloodstains on the side of his face.

Yaozai is well aware that self-esteem is as good as nothing, once encountering resistance, it will only intensify the torture of the other party.

Even this process of coming and going is a waste of time.

The sweetness in the air awakened the vampire's instinct, and Yaoya felt the wetness of the wound creeping in.

He was startled, and reflexively looked at Wu Mi's slightly narrowed pupils, where a flexible and bright red snake was reflected, spitting out a letter, using half of his face as a map, and climbing wantonly.

Yaozai wanted to raise his hand to wipe the blood.

"Do you dare to try again?"

"..."

The blatant threat made Yaoza feel like a cicada, and he didn't want to resist stubbornly, but didn't cooperate.

There is no doubt, obedience is also synonymous with evil intentions.

Well, although Yoya Ubuyashiki is indeed like that.

He licked his lips and pretended to be impatient: "Isn't it alright?"

"To shut up."

"So, what can I do to control my power like you?"

"Shut up and meditate."

"Meditate on what?"

Wu Mi suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, grabbed his breath with icy eyes, and said word by word:

"Imagine the bloody enemy in front of you, dying. Imagine the arc of blood rushing out of his body, and then you will know whether to cut his left hand or his right hand first."

Yaozai's body trembled, and his thoughts turned in his mind:

[It's so perverted. ]

"Really perverted?" Wu Mi imitated his tone and retorted: "If I was really perverted, I should directly engrave words into your skin."

"Even so, it still can't meet your standard for me. I may only have pupils that are about the size of the stone you gave me."

Wu Mi was silent for a while, and looked at him seriously, as if thinking about the feasibility of the proposal.

"In my mercy, I can carve my name into your pupils, if you want to try."

"Do you want me to see you?" Yaozai covered his left eye and looked at him through his fingers, "No need, I'm afraid of pain."

"Hmph." It was obvious that the other party provoked the desire and easily destroyed it, Wu Mi looked worried, "It's really useless, what can I expect from you?"

Yaozai smiled and approached, "I hope I will attract more powerful believers. Isn't that why you let me be on the show?

"Just relying on you and Tong Mo playing tricks..."

While speaking, Yaozai's cold index finger pressed against Wumi's forehead without warning, and he was startled.

"what are you doing?"

"Shh, I just want to prove that I'm not playing tricks."

Yaozai closed his eyes reverently, his fluffy eyelashes trembled like the injured wings of a butterfly, and matched with his own handwriting on the cheeks, the flamboyant and bright red "ghost" character was so pure and gorgeous, it couldn't be more square.

Wu Mi took a tight breath, temporarily shelving the idea of ​​punishment, and wanted to see what kind of medicine this guy was selling in his gourd.

After a while, seeing Yaozai opened his eyes, Wumi's neck was tilted slightly, and he asked arrogantly:

"What's your opinion?"

"Certainly feeling a lot of negativity."

Before the words fell, Wu Can's eyes suddenly darkened.

Is it really like what Tong Mo said, Yozai Ubuyashiki can detect the secrets in people's hearts.

If so, did he also see through his own fears?

"For example?" Wu Cang asked without changing his face.

Yaozai rarely hesitated.

"Are you sure you want me to tell?"

"Don't make me repeat the same thing."

Yaozai looked at him like a treasure: "You are very arrogant and like others to submit. But if you are too obedient, you suspect that the other party is plotting something wrong.

In addition, you are irritable and jealous, and your eyes are also..."

pat—

The sudden crisp sound brought the unfinished words to an abrupt end.

"Are you finished?"

"..." Yaozai rubbed his red palms and sighed: "Look, you are really narrow-minded."

Wu Can's expression was gloomy: "You're still alive, that's my magnanimity." He smoothed the folds of his sleeves and said, "And the vampire technique that requires contact to absorb non-physical objects just now reflects your incompetence."

"..." Yaozai's lips parted, the words of retort were in his throat.

"If you can't learn lettering, you can't sleep, do you hear me?"

"..."

"What's your answer?"

"understood."

Wu Mi in the room was holding the book without reading a page, and his attention drifted out of the window from time to time.

Yoya Ubuyashiki sat on the boulder and meditated with his eyes closed, his brows were still furrowed.

Wuyou couldn't help thinking, if he hadn't stopped just now, would he really say something that touched his own scales?

If the situation develops like that, can he kill the killer?

"boom!"

The familiar loud noise interrupted his hypothesis, and he followed the reputation to witness the distressed silver-haired elf under the moonlight, and the bright red character "ghost" on the side face was lifelike.

The haze in my heart clears the clouds and sees the sun.

Even Onimai Tsuji is more tolerant of belongings that have branded their own marks.

"What a useless fellow."

He complained coldly, but his upturned thin lips expressed a completely different pleasure.

I can't live in peace all night...

The next day, the sky was clear.

Wu Mi went to work, and not long after leaving, Yaozai who was sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly sat up.He took out a shard much smaller than a fingernail from under the pillow and threw it out.

If you use a magnifying glass to follow the parabola passing by at low altitude, you may find a few strokes on the stone, a portrait of a man—

The narrow eyes and slightly sunken cheeks resemble a medieval vampire count.

The moment the debris climbed to the top, Yaozai squinted his eyes, and with the burst of sparks, only a pile of phosphorous powder was left lying in the trash can.

He put on his clothes quickly and thoughtfully, and the system immediately reminded him:

[Master Yaozai, it’s safer not to go out on a sunny day, right? ]

"It's because it's sunny that I'm going out. Have you forgotten that Wu Mi said last night that the blood ghost technique that can only be obtained through contact is a sign of incompetence?"

So in order to prove that he is not incompetent, he must absorb something else.

Like... sunshine.

Yaozai smiled, and sent a private message to Mori Ogai.

[Mr Mori, I drew a portrait of you. ]

after a while...

[Mori Ogai: Really?let me see. ]

[Yaozai: The painting is not good, so I ruined it. ]

[Mori Ogai: ... Did you deliberately tease me while I was eating? ]

Mori Ogai waited for a long time but did not wait for Yoya Ubuyashiki's reply.

Sure enough, this guy is still holding grudges about what happened in the Bliss Sect, so he was playing tricks on purpose, right?

After this, the bread and juice on the table became tasteless.

He was angry and funny.At this time, there was a slight noise from the bathroom.

Mori Ogai frowned, touched the gun on his waist and approached vigilantly.A blurry figure was reflected on the frosted glass.

Is it hostile?

He slammed the door open and looked at the lover who suddenly appeared in front of him in disbelief. _Jiao caramel hall_

"Good morning, Mr. Mori. I think it's because I didn't get to see you with my own eyes that I didn't draw enough."

Yuya Mibuyashiki said, smiling like a flower: "But before I go out here, can I trouble you to draw the curtains in the room?"

The author has something to say: Sen Duan: Suddenly I have an appetite for breakfast again.