I didn’t expect that after becoming a ghost, I would have to sleep in a cemetery.
But the cemetery was struck by lightning before, so the tomb passage won’t collapse, right?
Speaking of which, I wanted to see my second uncle's, but Fifth Qiming took away my and Chaoyang's mobile phones. Now I can't even look at my second uncle's and their photos.
Ugh...why am I so miserable!
My palm was suddenly grabbed, and I turned my head to see Chaoyang's dark red pupils, reflecting my bitter gourd-like face.
I quickly cleared up my expression, grabbed him and walked south: "Let's go and see our new home."
Chaoyang suddenly laughed. I was feeling sad, and he laughed at me. I was so angry that I turned around and punched him in the chest.
Chaoyang didn't check anyone, so I punched him away...
"..." I quickly caught up to check. Fortunately, there was a construction site nearby and there were no people around.
The morning sun fell on the sand, with a smile on his face. I pulled him up and said, "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. It seems that the Fifth Qiming wants us to learn to control power."
"I'm fine, don't worry." His eyes, which were originally like wine, seemed to have been filled with blood. Although they were still so clear and gentle, they still felt fatally tempting.
I could smell the fragrance coming from under his skin again.
I was about to say let's go, but the crowd in the distance attracted me for a moment, and I turned my head in a whoosh.
A dozen meters away, in front of several parked mixers, there were several people working at the construction site, eating boxed lunches.
They wore safety helmets on their heads, their skin was tanned, and big beads of sweat flowed down their faces from the safety helmets they wore crookedly.
Chaoyang also looked over, and after a few seconds he spoke: "Is the man sitting in the middle too white?"
"Well, it's a bit unreasonable for migrant workers to be exposed to wind and sun every day and still keep their skin so white."
Chaoyang nodded and got down from the sand pile: "That person is still surrounded by them. It seems that he has a high status in this small group. He should not be a newcomer."
I closed my eyes and smelled the air deeply...wait! I don't have a dog's nose!
My thoughts drifted away for a moment and then came back, and I could clearly distinguish the smell of the blood of those people.
It smells like nicotine, alcohol, sweetness, and medicine, but the man in the middle is weird.
His blood smelled like a woman, but he clearly looked like a man.
Chaoyang pulled my hand: "Let's go first. For Nanjiang now, it's best if the two of us don't show up. The rest is the Nanjiang Immortal Sect Association."
"Um!"
I took one last look at the man.
He just happened to raise his head to wipe his sweat, and he lifted up his helmet, revealing a delicate and somewhat sickly little face, but with a simple and indifferent face, a smile like a sunflower.
Unlike Qi Nan, although both are sick, he really maintains the love in his heart.
strangeness.
This man is really strange.
We went to the southern suburbs cemetery with Chaoyang, but we couldn't find the entrance to the tomb, so Chaoyang smashed one out on the ground. After we got down, we saw that Fifth Qiming was really well prepared.
In addition to being a tomb, there are bedding, dining tables, TVs, computers, and refrigerators. A small tomb room was actually converted into a bathroom. The generator rumbled outside... This is for us to stay here permanently.
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Chaoyang was behind me and hugged me unexpectedly. He rubbed his nose on my hair and said in a somewhat aggrieved voice, "I can't help it anymore."
"Wait, wait a minute! I'm not ready yet!" I quickly pressed Chaoyang's hand holding my collar, my heart was beating fast.
Isn't it just sucking blood?
What is it dancing about?!
Although Chaoyang was unbearable, Chuyong always obeyed his master's orders. He immediately let go of me and looked at me eagerly.
I touched my nose and looked around with a guilty conscience: "I'll go first and take a shower."
He ran into the bathroom as if he was running away, stood in front of the mirror and splashed his face with cold water.
In fact, vampires don't sweat, and they won't be contaminated by other smells. Even if they are stained, my blood is enough to cover up other smells for Chaoyang.
But I just...why am I still a little shy?
After taking a hasty shower, I glanced at the old coffin next to the shower. The skeletons inside were almost weathered.
I opened the door and went out.
Chaoyang also changed into home clothes.
The relaxation and comfort he felt were incompatible with this lifeless tomb: "I'll take a bath too."
"..." This, this, this... why does this conversation seem to be about something?
I walked around him and saw him entering the bathroom and closing the door. Then I sat on the edge of the bed, hugged the pillow, and moved my shoulders vigorously.
If I were still human, I would be blushing right now.
The most disgusting thing is that Fifth Qiming actually put mirrors around the bed, and the top is as boring as him.
The sound of water in the bathroom lasted for about ten minutes. The moment the water stopped, I became nervous again.
The door of the bathroom opened, and Chaoyang came out wearing only a bath towel. He had a strong upper body and long legs. He was a slimmer-looking person when he was wearing clothes and taking off his clothes.
Oh my god, I have never seen such a beautiful... body in my life.
I turned my head hastily, and Chaoyang came over with a smile: "I thought you might want it too, so I didn't wear it for convenience."
"..." What words? What words are these? I want to see my lawyer!
Of course, I just cursed in my heart. In fact, I almost scratched the pillow: "Ahem, you... you come up."
Chaoyang said yes and went to bed. He was not embarrassed at all. It was as normal as eating and drinking.
He sat behind me, put his chin on my shoulder, and hugged me with his arms. I stiffened for a while, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
We all looked at the mirror in front of us, two pairs of dark red eyes looking at each other in the mirror.
Chaoyang is like a god who has fallen into a demon, and I am the one who made him become a demon. Thinking this way makes me feel relieved.
"May I?"
"Can."
When he finished speaking, I felt his arm tremble violently.
I looked in the mirror, and he was facing my neck like a treasure. He raised his hand and rubbed it uncontrollably. His two fangs were exposed, but he wouldn't move his mouth.
This is really painful for me.
I held him down, and the agitation factor belonging to the vampire was running wildly in my veins: "Hurry up, don't touch him."
Chaoyang smiled: "Okay."
When the fangs entered the skin, I felt an unspeakable sting. In the sting, my blood and his teeth seemed to have independent consciousness, and they were desperately entangled, pulled, and loved each other.
Chaoyang's arms tightened little by little, and I took a deep breath.
With the loss of blood, my brain's reaction gradually became sluggish, and something called emptiness was screaming in my body.
The sweet fragrance of Chaoyang's blood also floated out in the air. They seemed to be invisible and hooked the tip of my nose, but I couldn't get it.