Armand sat down at the bar, not paying attention to the various looks focused on him. He leaned his elbows on the counter and looked at the working humans with interest.
If it hadn't hurt his appearance, Tan Zhao would have wanted to roll his eyes: "Of course it's difficult, but Chinese doesn't really suit you. You can speak French and I can understand it."
The two of them conversed as if no one else was watching, and they jumped from Chinese to French. This was too demanding for the melon-eaters. They had known Brother Lee for more than a year, and they didn't even know that he was so good at French!
Regular customers all think they can do it, but looking at the aristocratic temperament of this customer, it turns out that handsome guys hang out with handsome guys. Hey, just sitting down and chatting is an ultimate enjoyment.
It's not that no one wants to strike up a conversation, but... this person's temperament is too unique, so unique that no one dares to approach him. This is a living flower of the high mountains that no mortal can easily touch.
As for Lee, well, this one is not a mortal either.
Tan Zhao glanced at the melon-eating crowd who "only dared to watch from a distance" and said with rare thoughtfulness: "Would you like a drink?"
Armand raised his head and revealed his foggy eyes: "You should understand that I can't drink."
Tan Zhao smiled: "If you don't try it, how will you know?"
This blood clan prince is indeed lingering with the aura of death from the inside out. Tan Zhao has never been a very curious person, but this time he chose to take the initiative to test. In the final analysis, it was the scourge of Cyril who taught him the knowledge of the blood clan elders.
meeting and the importance of the prince.
Armand made a gesture of your own convenience.
Tan Zhao has learned about all these foreign wines during this time. He is an expert in wine making and knows best which wines are best at what time. This time he did not make a well-known cocktail on the market, but instead
Taking advantage of his five hundred years of ignorance of worldly affairs, he began to act as he pleased.
After some fancy cocktail making, a glass of gradient thick fog ice appeared on the bar, the color of which looked like Armand's eyes.
"please."
As mentioned above, the only thing that can kill vampires is holy water. Like irradiating sunlight, eating anything other than blood will only make vampires suffer, but will not cause death.
Armand raised the glass and shook it slightly. The broken ice cubes hit the wall of the glass, making a pleasant collision sound: "What's the name of this?"
"Whatever, please taste the latest work."
The vampire's sense of taste is only for blood. It's like ordinary people's barbecue skewers. They can't smell it, and it tastes like they're eating dirt. Armand's memory as a human is already very shallow. If he doesn't recall it hard,
, he almost forgot even his own name.
This is undoubtedly a glass of strong wine, with a strong fragrance and an incomparable sweetness, just like the clear scent of grass in the air after a thunderstorm.
Armand's unwavering face showed a moment of confusion. It was like the perfect mask finally had a crack. Although it was very small, you couldn't pretend it didn't exist.
"I really didn't find the wrong person."
Tan Zhao washed the mixing container, and the smile on his lips twitched: "Should I say, thank you for the compliment?"
Probably because wine can speak louder than words, Armand did not hesitate to praise this time: "Of course, how did you do it?"
How to do it? This is probably related to Chef Qi who was raised by the family in his previous life. As a ghost, Qi Lingan no longer belongs to the human world. Of course, he cannot enjoy the food of the human world, but a chef cannot season it himself. This is the same as salted fish.
What's the difference? For this reason, Tan Zhaopao's special department searched ancient books for a long time, pioneered and innovated, and tried a method to make ghosts eat food without "offering and burning incense."
Vampires are ghosts too. The only difference is the tare weight and gross weight. Tan Zhao tried some changes and it seems to work pretty well.
"Exclusive secret recipe, if I tell you, I will lose my job."
The dynamic music in the blues bar suddenly became softer. This was the music that was about to close. Upstairs, Cyril finally cleared up his messy mood. He put on his hat and was about to apply for the proper identity documents for the prince.
However, as soon as he walked downstairs, he saw on the bar... Oh Minato!
Cyril was stunned on the spot, but when he saw the adult about to drink, he finally couldn't help but rushed down quickly. But obviously, Cyril was not so courageous to stop Armand, he didn't even give advice.
I dare not say that the fourth generation of vampires are humble and humble online, and can only pay for drinks to save the last bit of dignity.
Fortunately, Armand didn't care about this. He drank up the rest of the wine in the glass. In fact, he only tasted the taste. When the wine reached his mouth, it had already evaporated quickly and did not enter his body.
stomach.
This night, Tan Zhao earned back the money he paid for renting a house, and also bought a luxury car by the way.
The next day, Tan Zhao slept until about three o'clock in the morning when his little ancestor stepped on him and woke him up.
"My game! Cancel it!" The hot chicken is not addicted and will delay its fun!
Tan Zhao pinched the little guy squatting on his chest with a palm: "Little ancestor, pay attention to the balance between work and rest. You work six hours a day, and the electricity bill costs money!"
Fengli struggled hard, and finally hugged his beloved game console and ran to play mobile games.
Tan Zhao:...suddenly experienced the vicissitudes of being a parent.
Mr. Tan spent a while living through the vicissitudes of life, then he lay on the bed and ordered takeout. After washing up, the takeaway boy also arrived. He turned on the social news and ate takeout, and as he watched, he ate the werewolf's melon.
Foreigners are so arrogant in China, so of course local news is at the forefront.
Obviously, Huo Jinli also knew about this, and he called Tan Zhao directly.
"What's wrong, Mr. Huo, didn't you say you don't want to see me recently?"
At this sound of wanting to be beaten, Mr. Huo controlled his emotions and then said: "You saw it, you must have seen it! How could they be so..."
Tan Zhao could hear the other party's worry: "Are you afraid of their violent disobedience?"
"No, they've escaped!"
It was because he knew that he was bald. After he confessed to his mother that day, he made an overseas phone call to his grandfather. After hearing his description, his grandfather immediately asked him to find a pure-blood werewolf.
Then, everything was like a wild horse running wild, unable to be pulled back.
Who knew that a pure-blooded werewolf was so deceitful that he was caught as soon as he came down from the mountain, and even "escaped" directly before he could catch anyone? The surveillance video captured everything. The Huo family spent a lot of effort to smooth things over, but
After the werewolf escaped, he swam into the sea with the fish and couldn't be found no matter how hard he looked.
"Oh, then why are you calling me?"
This probably has nothing to do with him.
However, before Mr. Huo could say anything, there was a knock on the door. Tan Zhao turned on the video doorbell, and three familiar wolf faces appeared on the screen.
Tan Zhao was silent for a moment, and after finishing his last bite of fried buns, he very calmly said to the phone: "Master Huo, congratulations, you don't have to look for a needle in a haystack anymore."
Huo Jinli on the other end of the phone was completely confused: "What do you mean?"
Tan Zhaoze had already hung up the phone neatly, and sent his location to Mr. Huo. Then he glanced at Fengli, who was angry with him, and opened the door with a click.
"It's you."
It's an Eastern European language. Tan Zhao can understand part of it. Simple vocabulary like this is not difficult to understand. But there is obvious surprise in these words. Why didn't he know that he was the one he was looking for before?
"Is something wrong?"
Tan Zhao pressed his feet against the door and tried his best to act like an ordinary person meeting a stranger.
System: ...Host, don’t embarrass yourself, it’s not like that.
[I don’t believe it.]
The werewolf standing in the center position is Abner. He is about 1.9 meters tall and about thirty years old. He has a wild nature all over his body. When he looks at Tan Zhao, his eyes are full of scrutiny.
The two sides stood in a stalemate at the door, while Huo Jinli was hung up on the phone. After receiving the shared address on WeChat, he finally couldn't help but put his keys and went out.
Fortunately, Meidu Home was easy to find. He ran all the way up, and the werewolf's excellent physical fitness was brought into full play.
Then, he saw Shen Huanying standing at the door with a sad face.
"What happened?"
Tan Zhao pointed inside and led Huo Jinli into the rental house.
In the rental house, the three werewolves were pointed at by Fengli with the Fengli staff, looking like they dared not speak out in anger.
"Oh shit! Shen Huanying, are you the reincarnation of Doraemon!"
Tan Zhao: "...Sorry, no."
In fact, he was also very helpless. These three werewolves came to his door and tried to kidnap him. Before he could take action, the game was already banned. Some angry little ancestors took advantage of the situation and stepped on the werewolves with a wind raccoon staff to vent their anger. This
If he hadn't covered up the surveillance camera quickly, he would have scared the security guard downstairs to death.
"Where did you find them?"
"You might not believe it, but they came to us on their own initiative."
Huo Jinli nodded: "Yes, I don't believe it."
The werewolf had outstanding physical strength. Even though he had been chased away by the little ancestor for a while, there was still no obvious injury. The three of them were not moving at the moment, but they were afraid of the powerful aura of the little cyan beast.
Yes, as a beast, pure blood is more dominated by animal instincts than mixed blood, and naturally can feel the terrifying aura of this little beast more. In contrast, as a mixed-blood underage werewolf with the blood of two countries, Mr. Huo is
Can't feel it at all.
"We have no ill intentions towards you."
This English was too much for my ears. Tan Zhao argued for a while before he finally understood: "But that's not what you just did. Please give me a reason to believe you."
The three werewolves looked at each other, as if they had not seen Huo Jinli at all, and only said to Tan Zhao: "You are the prophet of our tribe who has been waiting for thousands of years."
Tan Zhao was not yet surprised when Huo Jinli shouted directly. He turned to look at Shen Huanying and felt unbelievable. How could this be possible? This was impossible! Isn't this too hasty?!
"What do you mean, prophet?" Tan Zhao was keenly aware that he seemed to... have an extraordinary identity.