[Zhongyingmei] Vampires also want to fall in love

"The location here is pretty good. It must be beautiful to watch the sun rise from the small platform tomorrow morning."

Bruce was very interested in the structure of the tree house. He politely refused Judy's continued follow-up. He patted the protrusion on the tree trunk similar to the "elevator button" and manipulated the tree house back and forth several times before losing interest.

Warlock sits on a stump-like bench to organize his luggage. The clothes are just a cover. The real important thing is the tiny sealed electronic eye hidden in the pocket of the clothes. These small things can help Warlock understand the situation as quickly as possible. Island secrets.

"I'm going to do one in Wayne Manor, looks cool doesn't it?"

After turning the tree house around, Bruce sat next to Warlock, and watched Warlock pack his luggage and pulled his suitcase over.

Warlock has never been to Wayne Manor, but he has read the aerial view of Wayne Manor in the newspaper. It is a manor that fits the Gotham style. cold.

It's hard for him to imagine what kind of painting style it would be to install a tree house in such a manor, but this is Bruce's interest. As the owner of the manor, Bruce has the right to transform the manor into what he wants.

Just when Warlock was imagining what it would be like to install a tree house in the manor, Bruce had quickly packed up all the luggage and put them where they should go.

"Warlock, do you need my help?" Bruce felt a little itchy looking at the messed up luggage by Warlock, and asked Warlock to clean it up by himself.

Warlock came back to his senses and saw that Bruce had all packed up, and he was just starting to feel a little embarrassed.He is actually not very good at taking care of himself. When he was a child, there were nanny maids and housekeepers at home. When he was in hell and studying abroad, Cain also let his servants take care of his life. He hardly took care of himself.

"It's funny, I'm really not good at this."

Schools in the UK teach students how to live alone on the philosophy that you don't have to, but you have to, because you can't make sure the housekeeper and maid are always there for you.

Warlock only learned superficially in England, and after he learned how to use power, he never packed his luggage by himself. If it wasn't for Bruce by his side, he wouldn't have been trapped next to the luggage for so long.

Bruce knew that Warlock was not good at just looking at the things in the luggage. After getting Warlock's permission, he went straight to his hands, folded the shirts neatly, hung the suit flat next to his clothes, and sorted some bits and pieces into categories. Send them where they should go.

"I didn't know it before. Later, when I was studying outside, I gradually learned to live alone. There are some things that don't need to be brought out at all. I may want to use them before I come out, but in fact, most of them are brought back. "

There was a small half of the things in Warlock's luggage that Bruce didn't think was necessary at all. He didn't sort them out and closed the box directly.

"I can learn a lot when I come out with you." Warlock smiled with his eyes bent. Bruce's way of packing things made him feel inexplicably familiar. There was also a person in his memory who would carefully pack small packages properly.

Bruce raised his head and met Warlock's eyes, with a smile in his gray-blue eyes. In his impression, it was the first time that Warlock smiled at himself so purely after he came to Gotham. This clean and pure smile reminded Bruce of Key The young man of the Ma tribe who relied on himself.

Now that angelic boy has matured, mystery and contradiction coexist in him, and he has an unparalleled attraction.The refracted light dazzled Bruce, and the two fell into silence at the same time, an atmosphere of tension and tension spread between them.

"Hey, it's nothing." Bruce looked away first. Warlock's gentle mystery has a great attraction, and it will be magnified when the two are alone. He has to restrain himself.

Warlock stood up and stretched his body, and walked to the small platform, where a hanging chair made of vines hung from the extended ceiling.The hanging chair can sit three adults at the same time, and Warlock discovered the special design of the hanging chair when he sat on it.

The hanging chair looks ordinary, but in fact the sides are high and the middle is low. The people sitting on it will move towards the middle because of the sag of the vines, until the people sitting on it are crowded together.

As Bruce came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe and drying his hair, he saw Warlock admiring the view on the platform with his back turned.

While he was bathing, Warlock moved the treehouse up a little more, almost to its highest point.The height of this tree is one of the best on this island. The tree house passes through the branches and leaves of other trees to the top. The crown of the tree is at the foot of the tree house.From a distance, you can see waves rushing up to the beach and then receding. The sound of birds chirping and the sound of the waves is extremely harmonious.

Bruce had already seen what Warlock was admiring, and now it was the man admiring it that attracted him.

Warlock's figure is not muscular, with only a thin layer of muscles on his body, and the overall look is a bit slender, but Bruce will not forget the huge energy hidden in Warlock's slender body.

"Have you finished washing?" Warlock turned his head when he heard the movement, and saw Bruce who was casually wearing a belt and showing a large chest.

I had seen Bruce's naked upper body early in the morning, but I couldn't help but be attracted by his muscles when I saw Warlock again.His eyes moved to the gauze on Bruce's shoulder, and Warlock remembered what he had forgotten.

"God, I forgot that you were a wounded person. You should have called me just now. The wound wasn't wet, right?" Warlock regretted it a little. He should have remembered this earlier, and he had forgotten how neatly Bruce packed his luggage. Bruce was still wounded.

Bruce reassured: "It's not that serious. Zi Gongdan didn't hurt any key parts. The doctor said that two months of rest will be enough. I paid attention to the wound and it won't affect this vacation."

The expression on Warlock's face gradually became serious. In the past, Batman was an idol in his heart, and it was more of a symbol. He could applaud Batman's perseverance and endurance.

But after the image of Batman overlaps with Bruce Wayne, Batman becomes a living person. As long as he is a human being, he has limits. The way Bruce doesn't take his injuries to heart is dancing on Warlock's nerves.

The night after Bruce's surgery, Batman appeared in Gotham. Warlock was absolutely sure that the smell of blood he smelled that day was not left on the gauze, but the fresh blood that flowed out after the wound opened due to strenuous exercise .

"If you can really rest here these two days, it's worth coming here."

Warlock muttered under his breath, and leaned over to examine the bandages on Bruce's shoulders carefully.There were some faint blood stains on the bandage, and there were wet marks around it, probably because Bruce accidentally got wet when he took a shower just now.

Bruce could feel Warlock's breath on his chest, his slightly hot exhalation was like a flame warming his slightly cold skin, and his whole body tensed up uncontrollably.

"Have you brought medicine and a new bandage? It's time to change the dressing. I can help you with the medicine."

Warlock's voice seemed to be far away from his ears, Bruce wanted to say that he could do it, but his body uncontrollably pointed to the portable medicine box on the bedside.

He heard himself say, "That's your hard work, Warlock."

He didn't realize what he had promised until he sat on the bed, his bathrobe slipping off to reveal his entire upper body, and Warok cut the bandages with scissors.

Warlock's movements are very careful, and he treats Bruce like a fragile animal when he administers the medicine. This precious attitude makes Bruce very uncomfortable.He had long been used to the process of bandaging the wound, whether it was bandaged by himself or Alfred, it was a very common thing, and it felt completely different from what Warlock gave him.

The blond hair was attached to Warlock's ear, and occasionally fluttered against Bruce's body with Warlock's movements. The fluffy hair was like a small brush brushing against Bruce's heart, making him tickle.

Bruce's eyes have been focused on Warlock, so intense and focused that Warlock's hands holding the scissors are trembling.After cutting off the excess part of the bandage, putting away the scissors and the wound medicine, Warlock finally relaxed. If he looked carefully, he could see that the ears covered by the blond hair were dyed a light red.

"Excellent, if I were to take the medicine, I would definitely cry out for pain, but you have persisted."

Bruce blinked and put the bathrobe back on. This time he carefully fastened the buttons and belt completely, "Do you know how the media described me? The worst skier in America, the worst Avid extreme sportsman."

"I'm used to the feeling of being hurt. It's strange when I don't have any injuries on my body. And, if possible, I hope you will never experience the pain of taking medicine. This feeling is not good."

Warlock was stunned by Bruce's eyes. This look was exactly the same as that night when Batman made him shift the focus of his life. It was hard for Warlock to imagine how a person who was getting new injuries every day hoped that others would be happy. Don't get hurt.Perhaps in Batman's eyes, every injury he suffers is for the sake that no one will be injured again in the future.

There were no modern entertainment facilities in the tree house, and the two sat for a while before realizing that they had nothing to do. In the past, the two had already been fighting criminals in the streets and alleys of Gotham.

Bruce lay down on the bed directly, half-jokingly said: "I haven't enjoyed such a quiet night for a long time."

Lying on the other side of the bed, Warlock joked, "President Wayne's nightlife has always been very rich, won't it be boring here?"

There is a long distance between the two people, and one person can still sleep in the middle, and the two people maintain a distance from each other. The two people were too close just now, and something almost got out of control.

Bruce was lying on his side, and he could just see Warlock turning his head to look at him. After thinking about it, he said, "It doesn't feel bad. Actually, I don't have a nightlife every night. The media always likes to exaggerate the facts."

"Most of the time, I stayed at Wayne Manor, with Alfred and Dick. Now that Dick has gone out on his own, there are only me and Alfred in the manor..."

"Dick? Do you mean Richard Grayson? That excellent police officer, his transfer from Gotham seems to have dealt a big blow to the Gotham Police Chief."

"It's him. The child always has his own ideas when he grows up. He can't wait to flap his wings and fly away from the nest, leaving behind his poor old father."

Bruce's tone was mixed with pride and sadness. Rationally, he knew that Dick was right to leave, but emotionally he couldn't accept it. Fortunately, Batman's rationality always overwhelmed his emotionality.

"The age difference between you and Grayson is not really two generations apart. This kind of old father's mentality... And to be honest, why would you give him such a nickname? It's not very elegant."

"I didn't come up with the nickname, it was given to him by the Graysons. It was very important to him."

"Is that so..."

"Speaking of which, the Gotham newspapers have reported on you a lot, and I have hardly seen them report on your private life. This discriminatory treatment is too obvious."

"After all, you are a Gotham baby. My private life is so good that there is nothing to report. And they don't report anything. I remember once the Gotham Daily introduced my friend on the front page for three consecutive days. and the enemy..."

"Yeah, there's still me. I occupy a lot more space than Coppert. I didn't expect the media to define you and Harvey as 'destined' opponents."

Bruce chuckled a few times in a suppressed voice. He had already seen that there was something tricky between Warlock and Harvey, and those reporters who claimed that they had no secrets to hide from their eyes didn't see anything.

"...Ah, what Prosecutor Dante said. He is a good person. If it weren't for our differences in political ideas and status, he might have become a good friend."

Later, Warlock's voice became sleepy, and his voice faded away a little bit, and finally the word "friend" could hardly be heard if Bruce hadn't been paying attention.

Warlock closed his eyelids sleepily. Before he fell asleep, he was still thinking about why he was so sleepy today. He should be an extremely active blood race in the dark.

The vines intertwined on the windows of the tree house are curtains, which cannot block the moonlight and breeze outside.The clear light hit Warlock's cheeks, casting a layer of radiance on his face, his thin eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and his lips were extremely pale against his fair cheeks.

Bruce's eyes shifted from Warlock's lips downwards. When he protected Warlock last time, he felt that Warlock was not very strong. He roughly recorded his body values ​​through his clothes, and now he can check his recorded values ​​directly. error value.

As he watched, Bruce's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the last thought he remembered was that Warlock's sleeping face was too quiet, and even his breathing was shallow.

……

The sun shone on the bed through the gaps in the vines. Warlock was naturally afraid of the sun, so he turned over to the shadow side, knocked his head on the rough bed and slowly woke up.

Looking at the watch on the wall, it was past seven o'clock, and Warlock yawned and sat up.As his sanity gradually returned, the bewilderment on Warlock's face that hadn't woken up gradually disappeared, and his expression became a little more dignified.

Turning around to look at Bruce, Warlock found dumbfounded that Bruce had wrapped himself in a thin blanket like a silkworm baby.Judging by his posture, he might have rolled over at night, but now he is lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

A little worried about Bruce's wound, Warlock poked Bruce lightly, and Bruce, who was disturbed, rubbed to the side, proving that he didn't want to be disturbed.

"Bruce, wake up? Get up and tidy up and we'll have breakfast."

"Alfred, there is no meeting today, let me sleep a little longer." Bruce muttered from under the blanket, with sleepiness and a bit of coquettish meaning.

Different from Bruce Wayne's tenderness and lingering, different from Batman's cold and deep, half asleep Bruce's voice is like a rainbow refracted by the morning dew, each taste has a different charm, trembling Warlock's calm Heart.

There was no answer for a long time, Bruce struggled to open his eyes to release himself from the seal of the blanket, and what he saw was not the conscientious old housekeeper, but Warlock Dowling.

Remembering every time he got up, Bruce licked his dry lips.I slept so well yesterday that I completely lost my vigilance. Warlock saw the side of me lying on the bed, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

"Did you rest well yesterday?" Warlock was considerate and didn't mention Bruce's mistaken identity. "The environment here is really good. It's rare for me to sleep until dawn."

"You wake up for a while, I'll go wash up first, and then I'll go to the sanatorium for a stroll, the cafeteria is over there. And yesterday I read the activity list and said that there will be activities at 09:30, which looks quite interesting."

Warlock went into the bathroom with the toiletries, and the first thing he did after turning on the tap was to put on the glasses that were on the sink.

His original plan was that after Bruce fell asleep last night, he could control the electronic bee through the glasses to explore the secrets of this clubhouse. Who would have thought that he would fall asleep without knowing it.

The plan has changed, now only when one of the two people is in the bathroom can they really have independent space, he will go through the information discovered by the electronic bee last night during the excuse of washing, and give Bruce time to be himself by the way things.

Bruce was wide awake when Warlock went into the bathroom, his thoughts stuck by Warlock's last two words.

Waking up to dawn is normal for most people, but it has a different meaning for Warlock.The relevant information of Warlock Dowling in the Batcave clearly states that he does not need sleep like a human being, and his sleepiness here is enough to make the two of them raise their vigilance, not to mention that Batman fell asleep without being vigilant past.

"I seem to understand why those who have been here admire it so much." Bruce waited for Warlock to come out of the bathroom and walked in, but he didn't close the door so that the voice could be received by Warlock smoothly.

"Huh?" Warlock skillfully tied his tie, showing a high degree of interest in the topic Bruce brought up.

"The more high-ranking people are, the more things they think about. It's not easy to find a place where they can sleep peacefully." Bruce said something pointedly, and the snow-white shaving cream covered him with a slight sarcasm expression.

"If everyone can sleep peacefully at night, my job will be a lot easier." Warlock sat on a stake and boiled a pot of water, staring at the boiling water in the pot, and responded casually.

The sound of the razor disappeared, and Warlock waited for a long time before Bruce came out, and just as he was about to turn around, he smelled a not-so-strong fragrance.

"Have you used perfume?"

"Perfume? No, I only used aftershave." Bruce rubbed his clean chin and sat across from Warlock. "Is the smell very strong? Alfred said it's a light scent."

"It's okay." Warlock pushed a cup of hot water to Bruce.His five senses are much stronger than humans, and the smell of Bruce's body stimulates him much more than Bruce imagined.

"If you don't like it, I'll wash it off later." Bruce said indifferently, looked at his shoulder and suddenly smiled, "Fortunately, I haven't changed my clothes yet, otherwise it would be troublesome if the smell gets on my clothes. I didn't bring extra clothing."

Following Bruce's line of sight, Warlock also noticed his wound, and asked, "Do you need me to help you change your clothes, you don't look very convenient."

"Of course, if you don't find it troublesome."

Unlike Warlock's regular shirt and trousers, Bruce brought a variety of clothes. What Bruce pointed out to Warlock was a yellow-green beach sleeve shirt and beach pants.

"I know that there is a large beach with a particularly beautiful scenery. We can go there for a walk or soak up the sun. If I am younger, I can also play with water guns."

"You can play water guns now if you want, but I don't think the morning is a good time. The activity list specifically requires us to wear formal clothes to breakfast."

Warlock hung the beach suit back on the hanger decisively, took out a suit, grabbed the shirt at the shoulder and shook it lightly, and the shirt lay flat in front of Bruce.

Bruce put his right glove in by himself, slowly put his left glove into the sleeve with Warlock's help, and complained in a low voice while buttoning up: "There is no one who wears a formal suit early in the morning, and it's not for a meeting. God, no one will really To be on stage while we're having breakfast, it's horrible."

The end of Bruce's eyes drooped, his cobalt blue eyes reflected disbelief, and there was a little grievance in the depths, his already thin lips were pursed, and his whole face was saying that he was unhappy.

Warlock chose a tie that matched the suit jacket and handed it to Bruce, explaining: "After all, they sincerely invite you, so you have to show some face. And we have two full days, enough to relax."

Bruce lowered his head and put on his tie silently. When he was young, he liked to let Alfred tie the tie and bow tie straight, as if that would show that he was mature enough.

After putting on the Playboy mask, he quickly forgot his tie-tying skills. A bum must never be restrained by a tie, and the inability to move his left hand a lot gave him an excellent excuse for not being able to tie a tie.

Warlock watched Bruce take five minutes to tie his tie and made a mess of the collar he had just flattened. He couldn't help sighing, "Do you need my help? I still have a problem with a tie." set."

Bruce stretched out his arms towards Warlock without any embarrassment, and when Warlock approached him, there was some turmoil in his heart.

Now he has a wound on his left shoulder, and he is not wearing a bat suit, standing in front of Warlock without any precautions. This is not something Batman would do at all, but he did it. I don’t know why his brain clearly told him Warlock would not hurt him.

Warlock skillfully fastened Bruce's tie, and flattened the collar of the shirt by the way. The snow-white collar was dazzlingly white, and Warlock wanted to leave something on it.

When the fingers smoothed the folds of the collar and slid to Bruce's chest, a big hand covered his hand. The temperature of the palm was higher than that of Warlock, as if a fire had ignited the blood under the sebum. Warlock was touched by Bruce's palm The place started to burn.

Warlock's eyes swept over Bruce's Adam's apple and chin, and stayed on the thin lips, which were still wet after drinking water, exuding casual temptation.

"You're very good at tying ties, for yourself and for others." Bruce didn't let go of Warlock's hand, his tone extremely calm.

Warlock felt the chill on the back of his neck, and the inexplicable throbbing in his heart slowly subsided. He took his hand out of Bruce's hand, organized his words carefully and said, "If you lived in England since you were a child, you would be very good at these things."

Bruce's hands tightened unconsciously, and he also pulled away from the wonderful emotional fluctuations. He adjusted his tie in a concealed manner, and the cool touch on his palms did not dissipate for a long time.

The two looked at each other, and they both saw a little embarrassment in each other's eyes, the puzzlement and vigilance in the subtle atmosphere just now, and the lowest level of dangerous throbbing in the eyes.

"It's time to go." Bruce coughed lightly and walked in the front, pressing the drop protrusion of the tree house.

Judy has been waiting under the tree house for a long time, and she is responsible for taking the two guests to the center of the clubhouse, "Your Excellency Dorian, Mr. Wayne, how did you rest yesterday?"

"Not bad." "Not bad."

Bruce and Warlock replied in unison, and avoided looking at each other.

Judy looked at Bruce, then at Warlock, sensitively aware that the physical distance between the two was much farther, but the spiritual distance was more than a little bit closer.

She walked in the front with a mysterious smile, and said as she walked: "The guests who come to us can always find what they are missing here, and the two of you can feel it slowly."

"Missing something? Sounds esoteric, any examples?"

"For example, love for nature, love for family, empathy, kindness, dreams and initial aspirations, etc., everyone is different."

"I have always believed that everything in this world is equivalent. When you gain something, you will lose something. What do you need to pay to find what you lack?"

Warlock raised a new question. Equivalent exchange is the second truth he learned after awakening his bloodline. No matter whether it is a human being, a god or a demon, it is impossible to obtain anything without paying a price.If something doesn't have a clear price tag, there's more behind it than anything of value.

This question seemed to really confuse Judy. She tilted her head and thought about it for a while, but she couldn't figure it out until she got to the clubhouse.

"Most lives in this world don't realize the principle of equivalent exchange, or they don't realize what they have paid at all. Many things can only be felt precious when they are lost."

Bruce took a few steps in Warlock's direction, closing the distance between them, and whispered in Warlock's ear.

Warlock moved his ears, he always felt that Bruce was too close to him, and his breath touched his ears when he spoke: "What do you think you are missing, I feel that I should have everything."

"I... I didn't expect it either." Bruce hesitated for a moment, but didn't say his guess.

Bruce's hesitation was too obvious, Warlock shrugged his shoulders and stopped asking, "Then we still have time to think, and I really want to know what I'm missing."

……

"Harry, new toys and nourishment are coming, you really don't want to go out with me to have a look? There are many good men who come this time, maybe there is a type you like." Ivy said from Harley Taking the wine glass away from his hand, he looked at her worriedly.

Harry looked at Ivy with drunken eyes, threw herself on Ivy, and said in a crying voice: "No, Ivy, I just want my pudding, and that weird guy who suddenly appeared ruined my pudding. This world There is no better man in the world than Pudding, he just wants to play with the little bat, but that weirdo ruined him, and my little Pudding is gone. I want to avenge Little Pudding, I can't find the guy."

Ivy hugged Harry and patted her on the back to comfort her, thinking of the mess between the clown Harley Quinn and Batman only felt a headache.

When she brought Harley Quinn out of Arkham, she stopped by to see the clown. The clown was arranged in the medical center in Arkham, and four doctors surrounded him every day.

The clown is in a strange state. His body is still alive and his brain is responding, but he just can't wake up, as if someone has taken his soul away.His body will have a stimulated stress response, laughing, roaring, and curling up. For the convenience of the doctor, the clown changed into diapers and bit his bones to prevent him from incontinence or crushing his teeth.

Such a clown can't help but make people sigh. The clown who once brought panic and laughter to Gotham has become a useless person. From the bottom of my heart, Ivy feels that the death of the clown Yiqiao is much better than now.Harley broke down when she saw the clown through the surveillance camera, refusing to believe it was her little pudding.

"You can't do anything like this now." Ivy stroked Harley's hair reassuringly. When she wasn't around the clown, she wasn't in the mood to take care of herself, and the twin ponytails began to fade, revealing her true colors.

"The people who came this time include the new mayor of Gotham, the playboy Bruce Wayne, and many powerful people. These people have huge energy in their hands. Conquer them, and you can pass them power to find the one you want revenge on."

Harry's crying stopped abruptly, and his eyes gradually brightened, "You are right, I have to find that person first."

After cheering up, Harley had a smile on her face, gave Ivy a big hug, and began to rummage through the room.

"Where's my foundation and lipstick? Let me see... ah! Ivy, Ivy, did I bring makeup with me when I came out of Arkham?"

Harley rummaged through all the cabinets in the room but couldn't find what she wanted, so she turned to Ivy like a gust of wind.Ivy looked at Harry indulgently, and took out a bunch of bottles and jars from behind.

"When I picked you up, there was only one of you. Your cosmetics should still be in the cell. Next time we have a chance, we will go get them together. You can use mine first these few days."

Ivy picked and picked out a small bottle of red liquid, poured it on her index finger and slid it over Harry's lips, and the face that looked dull without makeup immediately became lively and colorful.

Harley sat obediently in front of Ivy and let Ivy smear her face, just like Ivy's favorite blood spider, being obedient in front of Ivy and crazy in front of strangers.

Putting down the mascara, Ivy held Harry's face to appreciate her masterpiece, leaned over and pressed a kiss on Harry's forehead, and took out two identical masks, "Okay, my little madman, let's go pick the prey together Bar."

……

The breakfast provided by the sanatorium was all vegetarian, and it was all green at a glance. Warlock and Bruce were arranged by Judy to sit at the table on the left.After writing down the meals ordered by the two, Judy went to pick up the meals, and the two began to observe the clubhouse without any trace.

The dining place is in the hall on the first floor. There seems to be no special dining place here. There are two rows of round tables in the hall, and each round table can seat four to five people.Judy's arrangement of them to the left seems to have a special meaning. The guests sitting on the left and the guests sitting on the right have completely different mental states.

In Warlock's impression, the guests who came on the same boat as them were all sitting at the round table on the left, looking around with great interest, waiting for the green leaf butler to present breakfast.The people dining at the round table on the right seemed to be at ease, enjoying their breakfast contentedly, and were not at all interested in the strangers on the left.

"The two guests have been waiting for a long time." Judy pushed the dining car over, and there were several plates full of it, and the eyes were full of green.

Warlock smelled the smell of plants, and almost all of these meals were made of plants, which were never in his recipes.

Not only Warlock, but also the guests at other tables began to discuss in a low voice. Before they came, they never thought that they would eat grass on vacation. Who knows if the grass is poisonous or not.

Bruce picked up a piece of green cake and opened it to observe carefully. You can also see the finely crushed rhizomes. This is the cake made by a special process after the plant is smashed, and it smells good.

The butlers did not force the guests to eat, and they smiled and introduced that the raw materials used in the food are absolutely safe and edible.

Seeing that Warlock was really repulsed, Judy whispered, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to eat, you can fish at the seaside."

The people on the right round table didn't seem to notice the commotion on the left, and they still ate with relish. Their food was not much different from the food of the guests on the left, the only difference was that they all had a glass of green unknown liquid in their hands.

"Eating plants can maximize the elimination of impurities in the body. What our club really focuses on is the 'source of life', which can fight fatigue, remove toxins and keep young."

The "source of life" in Judy's mouth is the green liquid that those people on the round table on the right drink. She seems to respect the "source of life" very much.

Warlock and Bruce looked at each other without making a sound. They had a premonition that the weirdness on this island had something to do with the so-called "source of life".

"Welcome all the guests to the Greenery Spa, and all the members. It's a great pleasure to see familiar faces on a new day."

Mrs. Lauren walked slowly to the front of the hall with a public smile on her face.She came out like a signal, and the people on the round table on the right seemed to come to life suddenly, and warm applause broke out.

Mrs. Lauren raised her hand to press down, and waited for the applause to subside before continuing: "New guests don't know much about the greenery. Next, I will introduce the business and functions of the sanatorium."

"The core of being green is embracing nature. Human beings living in the reinforced concrete world are being subtly affected. Various chronic toxins are eroding human life, and even eroding this beautiful world. The purpose of being green is to give human beings A piece of pure land..."

"This Mrs. Lauren speaks weirdly, like a crazy naturalist." Warlock whispered in Bruce's ear.

Bruce motioned Warlock to look around with his eyes. The green leaf butlers and the people on the table on the right were looking at Mrs. Lauren like a pilgrimage, with bright and pious eyes.Warlock seemed to see a green light in a trance, and the strange light disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"...The sanatorium will guide you to touch nature, experience another life, and give you one more choice. In fact, life can be more beautiful than imagined..."

"...I know that newcomers may not be able to accept the eating habits here for a while. You can try our special 'source of life' drink, which extracts the most essential parts of plants. It is safe and non-toxic, has detoxification and purification, and beautifies the face Health preservation, delay life effect..."

"...During the stay in the sanatorium, the club will provide a free bottle of 'The Source of Life' as a gift every day. After leaving the club, the 'Source of Life' will be sold in limited quantities."

Mrs. Lauren clapped her hands, and several young girls came forward with trays, presenting each guest with a bottle of "Source of Life".These girls are different from the Green Leaf Steward. They have green vines on their legs and arms. They look more advanced than the Green Leaf Steward, but their eyes are empty and lifeless without the green leaf Steward's agility.

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