Wen Muqing looked over, and the wolf was about to pounce in front of him.

Suddenly, a man flew from the side, and the silver dagger pierced the wolf's skin.

Whether it's a wolf or a vampire, they hate silver items the most.

Seeing the person coming clearly, Wen Muqing's heart jumped, and he hurriedly separated Hicchikli from the wolf.

"What are you doing here?"

Hicchikli's eyes were grim, and he pursed his lips and did not speak.

Wen Muqing sighed, snatched the silver dagger from Hichekli's hand, and rushed forward.

The damage of the silver dagger to vampires and werewolves is irreversible, Wen Muqing felt that the burning in his hand was terrible, fortunately, there was a layer of wooden shell on the outside of the dagger handle, otherwise his hand would have been worn before he could swing it twice.

Now it's just a matter of speeding up and finishing quickly.

After injuring three or four wolves, a gap was created in the encirclement, Wen Muqing threw the dagger, picked up Hicekli, and flew out at a very fast speed.

The speed of the vampire was on par with that of the werewolf, Wen Muqing was worried that the other party would catch up, so he didn't dare to slack off for a moment, and he didn't slow down until he entered the Black Forest.

The palms of his hands hurt, Wen Muqing didn't look at it, and he was definitely burned.

Blood Castle.

Wen Muqing directly put Hichekli on the bed, closed the doors and windows, and went to the basement with a smoke.

Wen Muqiu was studying the medicine for the improvement of the Holy Son's blood, when suddenly the door of the research room was knocked open, and Wen Muqing walked in slowly, almost falling to the ground.

"Brother!"

Wen Muqiu hurriedly ran over and held Wen

Muqing, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Muqing's already pale face turned even paler,

"Hand... Help me with a treat.

Wen Muqiu opened the palm of Wen Muqing's right hand and saw that it was burned, gradually corroded, and gradually blackened.

"This is, this is a sign of damage to silver.

Wen Muqing's eyes gradually turned red, and his nails turned blood red, constantly wheezing.

Wen Muqiu's heart jumped, this is the characteristic of not drinking blood for a long time, overusing magic power, and reaching the limit of his body.

"Brother, you need to drink hot blood to replenish energy!"

Wen Muqing shook his head and closed his eyes,

"Don't speak, let me rest for a while."

Seeing Wen Muqing like this, Wen Muqiu was so angry in his heart

, "If you don't drink blood, you will die! Your injuries can't heal themselves, what are you insisting on?

Brother, be sober.

Wen Muqing sighed,

"Can you cure your hand? "

You!"

Wen Muqiu couldn't speak when he looked at Wen Muqing's stubborn eyes.

"It's hard to treat, the damage of the silver to the blood clan is irreversible, and I can only temporarily relieve your pain.

Wen Muqing nodded,

"Hurry up." Xixi

wiped her tears in the sea of knowledge

, [Daddy, the palm of his right hand will be so ugly in the future, and he can't recover.]

[It's fine.]

[But ugly.]

[It's not ugly, it's in the palm of the right hand, and no one usually sees it.]

Wen Muqiu poured some medicine into Wen Muqing's palm, and the pain was indeed relieved a lot, and the corrosion had stopped.

Wen Muqiu saw that he really couldn't persuade Wen Muqing, and he also recognized the reality

, "Brother, why do you have to be that blood servant?"

In the eyes of vampires, humans are food, and Wen Muqiu never imagined that the ancestor of vampires would like humans.

It's as outrageous as people who fall in love with fried chicken thighs and even want to sleep with them.

Normal vampires don't have this brain circuit.

Wen Muqing also knew this truth, and didn't explain too much,

"You have a unique taste as your brother."

Hicchikli obediently stayed in Wen Muqing's bedroom for three whole days, trying to open the door or leave through the window, but it was firmly closed from the outside, and it was difficult to move an inch.

Hicchikli lay on the bed, his mind kept thinking of Wen Muqing's burnt palm, how was he? What did he do?

On the fourth day, Hicekli couldn't wait any longer, and knocked on the door.

"Anyone?" no

one responded, and Hicekli was a little worried that Wen Muqing had forgotten about him.

The uneasiness in his heart gradually expanded, inexplicably, he was anxious and irritable when he couldn't see him, and he was even more worried that Wen Muqing would leave him.

"Is there anyone?"

vampires have a strong sense of territory, Wen Muqiu lives in the basement, can't see the sun, and sleeps every day when he closes the coffin, happy and comfortable.

Usually he doesn't go upstairs, after all, it's his brother's private space.

Vampires are used to living alone, and the elders have other things to deal with with in the Bloodline, except for the ancestor who follows the ancestor when he first wakes up, and has his own residence at other times.

Wen Muqing's body was on the verge of its limit, so he could only sleep first to slow down his energy consumption.

Wen Muqiu is hurrying to make medicine, and it is best to suppress the werewolf's genes, so that his brother will taste better when he drinks blood.

Heatekeli's voice was a little louder, Wen Muqiu moved, he seemed to hear other people's voices

, and glanced at his brother who was sleeping in the coffin, Wen Muqiu planned to go upstairs to see the situation.

Hicchikri pressed the doorknob, but still couldn't open it, and was thinking about it when the door was opened from the outside.

The person in front of him had silver hair and ice blue eyes, Heatekli was stunned for a moment

, and asked, "Is the injury on your hand okay?"

Wen Muqiu's eyes were cold, and he took a step forward and walked out of the shadow area,

"How do you know that my brother is injured?

He can't be injured to protect you, right?"

Hichekli took a step back, the person in front of him looked like Wen Muqing, and he was standing in a dimly lit place just now, and it was indeed easy to admit it.

"Wen Muqiu?" Bloodhunt and Wen Muqiu

have been fighting for several years, and it is impossible not to know each other.

Wen Muqiu leaned closer to Heatekeli, his eyes full of anger

, "He must have been injured to protect you, I really want to kill you."

Hichekli knew that Wen Muqiu was Wen Muqing's younger brother, and besides, he was indeed injured to protect him, so he didn't take any chance, so he stood there and didn't resist.

When Wen Muqiu saw Hicchikli's obedient appearance, she instantly felt bored.

What can he do if he is angry? His brother drank the blood of this blood servant, could he still kill Hicchikli and cut off his brother's only ration?"

Wen Muqiu was so angry that he turned in circles, and kicked the door with his eyes out of sight, intending to leave.

"Wait, Wen Muqing, is he okay

?" Wen Muqiu was angry, already annoying, this blood servant talked a lot

, "It's not good! I'm dying!"

Hicekli was stunned,

"How come?"

The wound in the palm of his hand should not be fatal.

Wen Muqiu sneered

, "How could it be, he was dying of hunger, he had slept for so long, he hadn't eaten since he woke up, and now he was dizzy."

Hicchikri felt his heart clenched by a pair of invisible hands

, "Why don't you eat?" "Why

else

? He wants you to be a blood servant, like a big beast, who would rather starve to death than bite someone else, I really don't understand what he is insisting on?

If it weren't for keeping you, I'd have killed you right now."

Hearing this, Hicchikli's heart ached even more, and he said in frustration,

"My blood ... He couldn't drink it.

Wen Muqiu rubbed his head and kneaded his beautiful silver hair into a chicken nest

, "I know, isn't this making medicine to improve your blood quality?"

Wen Muqiu said, and walked out of the door, slamming the door shut.

Hichekli pressed the door, his eyes were eager

, and he asked, "When will I see him again?" "When

my medicine is finished, your blood quality has improved, and now he can't wake up, he must fall asleep, otherwise his energy will be consumed too quickly, and he will die in a few days." With

that, the door was completely closed and locked again.

Why did Hicekli's heart be empty, why did

he only drink his blood? Even if his blood could not be drunk, he would only drink his blood if he was about to starve to death

? What was the reason why people were so hungry that they gnawed on the bark of trees, and they were so hungry that they had to endure their sleep?

Hicchikli's head throbbed and ached, and he tried to recall the memory of his vacancy.

Intuition, that memory has to do with this reason, and it has to do with that dream.

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