Quick Travel: All the villains in Redemption want to fall in love with me

Wen Muqing woke up from the coffin and stretched lazily.

[Sissy, Daddy has to go get your dad's blood drawn tonight.] Xixi

hugged the little potato chips and watched the play

, [Come on, Daddy!

] [Where did you get the potato chips?]

Xixi hid the potato chips behind her

, [I, I...].

Wen Muqing sneered,

[Stealing my star coins again.]

One by one, they are all spoiled.

This time, Wen Muqing was extremely cautious, and the little bat was outside the window of the church, secretly observing inside.

It was dark in the room, and the sound of steady breathing could be heard, and I should have fallen asleep.

A needle suddenly appeared in the arms of the little bat, tilted its head, and I don't know if the success rate of using the form of a bat to draw blood is high?

But it is always more secretive than a human.

The little bat nodded affirmatively, yes.

There is a ban in the church, and high-level vampires can't enter, but Wen Muqing is an ancestor vampire who has lived for hundreds of years, and it is easy to enter.

In the blink of an eye, the little bat disappeared on the spot, and reappeared in the house.

Wen Muqing shook her wings beautifully.

And how can you call trespassing when you enter your own room? In the future, the whole church will be our vampires.

That's right, starting from seducing the Holy Son and expanding the territory of the vampire, he is really a good ancestor with a career.

The little bat carries a large needle on its back and approaches the person on the bed.

As the Holy Son, Hicchikli also has a particular sleeping position, lying flat, with his hands folded on his abdomen, and he looks peaceful.

[Daddy, Daddy's sleeping position is no different from being in a coffin.]

Wen Muqing nodded in agreement, isn't this the sleeping position of their vampire coffins? It's just that they have their hands crossed in front of their chests, and it's pretty much the same.

Just the arm is exposed, easy to operate.

The little bat was holding the needle and wondering where to prick it when the vampire's instinct for danger caused it to jerk back.

A silver light flashed from where he was just now, and Hicekli sat on the bed, holding a silver dagger, and sneered at him

, "Ancestor, I didn't expect you to dare to come tonight." "

It was actually discovered, and the little bat stopped disguising itself and became a humanoid.

Wen Muqing glanced at the silver dagger in Hicchikli's hand

, "You want

to kill me?" Hicchikli's eyes were grim

, "Isn't it obvious?"

[Woo woo, Daddy, Daddy wants to kill you.]

[Hmm.]

[Isn't Daddy

sad?] [What's there to be sad about?] I knew Ah Jiu's reaction when I kissed him.

Don't look at Ah Jiu, who is usually gentle and considerate to him, but in fact, he is a person who loves and hates clearly, and he is decisive but not cruel.

Wen Muqing smiled, "You think you can hurt me with this?"

Hicekli was stunned, and when he was shocked, Wen Muqing

kicked the dagger out with a side kick, and pressed Hichekli on the bed.

"Let go!" Wen

Muqing sneered,

"Let go of you? As

he spoke, he bit down on Hicchikli's neck, and the blood could not be drunk, but strawberries could be grown.

"I heard that tomorrow is the baptismal conference, and I hope you will go with the traces I left for you.

Hiczekeli bit her lip, her brow full of anger, her hands and feet crushed by the vampire on her body, unable to move.

Don't turn his head in grief and close his eyes, how could he have suffered such humiliation?

Suddenly, his arm hurt

, "What are you doing?"

Wen Muqing shook the needle in his hand, and he had already finished drawing blood

, "Looking forward to the way you will be sucked by me in the future, the liquid secreted by the vampire's fangs will help the fun."

The appearance of the cold Holy Son in estrus must be very good-looking.

Hicchikli's pupils shrank suddenly, and he struggled but still couldn't move

, "Guard, here!"

Wen Muqing blocked the noisy mouth with his lips,

"I hope you will be my blood flutter next time we see you." The

voice fell, and the person disappeared.

The bedroom door was opened, and a group of guards broke in

, "Your Highness, what happened?"

Hicchikli buried himself in the quilt

, "It's a nightmare, it's okay now, you guys go out." The

guards looked at each other, His Highness the Holy Son had been a little abnormal these days.

The head of the guard slowly approached the bedside

, "Your Highness the Holy Son, are you sure

you are okay?" Hicchikli's heart beat like a drum, covering the marks on his neck and collarbone, and he must not be found to be able to detect the traces of desire on his body

, "I'm fine, don't you understand? I'm going to rest now, there is a baptism conference tomorrow, are you responsible for the delay?"

There must not be any mistakes in the baptismal conference, as for the abnormality of the Holy Son, we can wait until after the baptismal conference, and the chief of the guard smiled

, "Okay, His Highness the Holy Son, we will leave immediately." As they

left, the door was shut, and the last of the light vanished into the bedroom, plunging into darkness again.

Hicchikli turned on the bedside lamp and got out of bed to the mirror, from his neck to his collarbone and even his chest...

Inexplicably, the panic in my heart is not anger, but an endless sadness.

As a holy son, you have to look at the face of the leader of the blood hunt, you have to be watched by the guards, and you have no freedom at all.

It seems that the power is great, but most of it is a false name.

Does he really want to be this holy son?

and now he is still being targeted by the ancestor of the vampires, and suffering such humiliation.

Hicchikli's eyes cooled, slightly obscuring the traces on his body.

Growing up, no one cared how he felt, and no one asked him what he really wanted.

The wind outside was a bit strong, blowing open the windows and setting off a cold gust of wind.

Ancestral Castle.

"Here you are, the blood of the Holy Son, how many days can you make medicine?"

Wen Muqiu shook the test tube in his hand, and looked up at the sky with his chin propped up,

"Probably... Five or six days, we have to see how much the bottom mutates into, and if it is serious, it may be half a month.

Wen Muqiu looked at Wen Muqing's face that instantly became serious, and chuckled

, "You don't have to be so serious, even if you make it quickly, it is impossible for the blood quality to change back all at once, and you have to wait for him for ten days and half a month."

You haven't eaten since you woke up, what, you want to starve yourself to death?"

Wen Muqing didn't speak.

"A hundred years ago, you chose to sleep because you were a picky eater and you were worried that your body would use up the energy stored in your body when you were born.

Although the energy consumption is slow when you are asleep, it has been hundreds of years, and you still use the little energy you stored when you were born, isn't this fun?"

Wen Muqiu patted Wen Muqing's shoulder seriously

, "Brother, you can't afford to wait, let's find someone to drink first."

Day by day, let me worry about it, and I don't know who is the brother.

Wen Muqing shook his head

, "It's okay, don't drink it." "

In the eyes of vampires, humans are food, and blood servants are things with their names on them, but at the end of the day, it's food.

What if you find someone to bite when you're hungry?

However, Wen Muqing didn't think about biting others, if he wanted to drink it, he would drink it, otherwise he would starve to death.

Wen Muqiu snorted, why is my brother a dead seed.

Wen Muqiu rarely showed a distressed expression

, "Brother, if your body continues like this, it will become weaker and weaker, and you may not be able to wait for the day when you drink the blood of that holy son." "

Blood is the source of vampires' life, including replenishing their magic powers, sustaining their health, and maintaining their health.

Cutting off drinking blood is like a human being drinking water on its own, committing suicide slowly.

What's more, the Bloodclan is in danger, facing the damage of Bloodhunt and Werewolves, and if you don't keep your magic full at all times, you are likely to die in battle.

Next.

In the holy church, liturgical music is played.

Dressed in a crisp white dress, with long jet-black hair in intricate and delicate braids, an ornate headdress, and silver rings on her wrists and ankles, Hicchikri walked step by step towards the center of the church.

"May the great life bless us and the baptismal assembly officially begins. "

The first baptismal item, the silver sword of Acri, the leader of the Bloodhunt. "

......

Wen Muqing hid in the corner outside the church, watching from afar, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked.

What an ambiguous mark there are under the clean clothes of the pure Son, only he knows.

It's exciting to think about.

Hicchikli felt that there was a gaze on him all the time, and unlike the believers, it was an extraordinarily hot gaze.

Following his instincts, he peeked to the side and vaguely saw a person standing in the shadow of the opposite house, dressed in black and wearing a hat, wrapped tightly all over his body.

When he met those ice-blue eyes, Hicchikli instantly recognized who it was—the ancestor of the Bloods.

With his fists clenched, he dared to show up at this time.

The Blood Clan is afraid of the sun, not to mention that it is all blood hunting here now, and once it is discovered, it will be difficult for even the Ancestor to leave safely.

Acri walked over to Hicekli,

"How do I feel the smell of the Bloods?".