Chapter 54: The Earl's Skinny 8

"Can blood cure?"
"No, but if Josh doesn't drink, she will get sick and die."
"But it's mother's blood." Josh Hillier cried and hugged Bertie. "Mom will die, too."
Bertie patted his skinny spine and reluctantly said the cold fact: "Josh, everyone will die."
Yes, everyone will die.
But Josh Hillier didn't expect the day to come so fast. Bertie did not die from taking blood for him, but was beaten to death by old Josh's wife Mary.
Eventually, the old Josh and Bertie were discovered by her. She knew the old Josh and Mary had been together, and knew that they had a child.
The child was very beautiful, with pure blond hair and very bright blue eyes, exactly like the sapphire on her expensive brooch, and it was even deeper and translucent. But the most important thing is that his skin is very fair and smooth, without a trace of scars, unlike her and her two sons, and not like the old Josh, his face and body are blood left behind after being rotten by sunlight. scar.
Mary thought that this might be because the annoying little hybrid had never been out of Black Swan Castle and had never been exposed to the sun.
So in the summer when there was no snowstorm in the Leeds Mountains, when the golden sunlight shone into Black Swan Castle again, she ordered her servant to drag Josh Hillier under the sun. The child's hair was more dazzling under the sun, reflecting a soft golden luster, and the sun fell in his translucent blue eyes, lining him as pure and cute as a little angel.
"Please! Madam Josh, he will die, my child, he will die."
In the blurred vision, Josh Hillier saw Bertie kneeling on Mary's skirt and begging her crying, but she kicked her coldly and ordered the servant to beat with a stick thicker than his leg. It was looking at her, as if beating on the steak that the count and his sons were enjoying—he saw it once when he slipped into the kitchen.
Blood splattered on Josh Hillier's face and body, and he was crying to crawl towards his mother, but his slender arms could not drag his body-his leg was also interrupted by Mrs. Mary, in order to prevent He ran away from the sun.
In the end, Bertie's body was smashed. She was lying on the ground like a pile of rotten meat, and her face was scratched by Mrs. Mary. The beautiful eyes were dug out and thrown to the ground.
Mary came to him and sighed, looking at his bleeding face and body: "It's really because I haven't been in the sun. I said, how could my brother's son be so beautiful?"
The people of the Hillier family were ugly. They drank bright red blood, but their hearts were black.
Josh Hillier was lying on the cold floor tiles, and he hadn't died in the sun all day, but he thought he might be dying too.
In the dark, he seemed to see a man in a black cape approaching him.
People living in Black Swan Castle are mostly brown hair and green eyes, such as Mrs. Mary, such as Old Josh, and his two brothers. But the man had black hair and grey eyes. His eyes seemed to glow with faint red fluorescence at night, like the devil that adults say, but he was not afraid at all, because he thought Mary Madam is more terrible than him.
"Sir, can you give me some of your blood?" Just as the man was about to walk away from him, Josh Hillier held his cloak by his hand and asked softly.
His voice was very small and weak, and he wondered if the man hadn't heard it, so he might really be dying here.
But the man stopped and crouched in front of him. In the dark night, he could not see his face, but he could hear the smile in his voice: "Poor little thing, I thought you were dead .Do you want my blood? Do you know what you are doing? "
You know, he's doing a deal with the devil.
Legend has it that it takes their soul, and the most precious things.
Bertie once told him that although his father, Josh and his two elder brothers, had endless wealth, he had something more precious than treasure, and that was love.
Now that Bertie is dead, he has no love, but he can still surrender his soul.
"Yes, I know." Josh Hillier's legs were sore, and his face and body were sore, which made him take a breath for a few words, "I want your blood, Mom said that blood can keep me alive and I don't want to die. "
"Then you're lucky." The man smiled lowly, stroking his eyes and hair with his hand, "Your hair and eyes are so beautiful, I'd like to give my blood for them."
The man cut through his wrist and dripped blood on Josh Hillier's lips.
For the first time in his life, Josh Hillier took the initiative to drink the taste he once hated. The man's blood was as hot as flames, poured into his chest, and made him cry, but the wound on his body was Heals as blood enters, including those broken legs.
"What's your name?" The man asked him.
"Josh." Josh Hillier replied, "My name is Josh."
At dawn, the man left.
Josh Hillier was covered with blood, and he dragged Bertie's body away and buried her in the snow. Under a tall coniferous tree was a bunch of beautiful golden ice flowers. Josh Hillier picked the most beautiful one and put it on her grave: "May you be as white and beautiful as snow, my mother."
Black Swan Castle is very large and there are many empty houses. The owner of the castle will only be happy, regardless of the occasional theft of slaves or some other unfaithful behavior. They are rich enough anyway.
As long as it is not discovered by the owner, except for the distress of how to obtain blood, Josh Hillier knows how to live in the castle. Fortunately, the man came to see him every night in the dark, provided him with blood, and taught him how to use magic with his prayers. But he has a quirk that they can only meet in the dark.
But even though he had never seen him like this, Josh Hillier felt he was deeply in love with him.
"Why don't you let me see your face?"
"Because I don't want others to see my face."
"I swear, I'm alone."
"That's not OK."
Josh Hillier sighed again: "What's your name then? We have been together for so long, but I don't know your name."
"I can't tell you yet, my dear little Josh."
Even though the man was so defensive, Josh Hillier still secretly saw the man's face hiding behind a bookshelf on a moonlit night. He drew him by magic. Except for him, he could not see what was painted on the painting.
He named him "Wind", because in his opinion, a man is like the wind, and he doesn't know where to go from and to. He just stays by his side for a while, and then leaves silently.
When he was fifteen, he could not help but complain to the man: "Why is your blood so bad?"
The man said, "Because there is a bright smell in my blood."
"I hate light," Josh Hillier said. "It hurts me."
The man pondered for a long time and suddenly asked him: "Can I taste your blood?"
"Of course." Josh Hillier handed his wrist to the man.
The man bit his wrist and smiled: "It's a unique taste. Do you like your blood?"
"like."
"Then you wait for me, and when I come back, you will definitely like the taste of my blood."
"Okay." Josh Hillier quickly agreed.
"But don't forget me, my dear Josh."
"No, I will never forget you."
But the man never returned, and no one provided him with blood. Josh Hillier began stealing the blood prepared by his servants for the old Josh, Mary, and two young masters, and it was not long before they were found.
Mary was surprised to find that the child she thought was dead was still dead, and there were no scars on her body. He was like a teenager who exuded the most beautiful gems and flowers in the world, so delicate and beautiful that he could not move his eyes. Maybe there is some magic in the blood on his body that can make people look so beautiful. The despicable old Josh family began to plan to kill him and take the blood from him, but in turn was killed by Josh Hillier.
Josh Hillier inherited the title of Old Josh and became the new owner of Black Swan Castle. He found the servants who tortured Bertie tortured his servants, drank their blood, and drained their blood to bathe— —He wanted to see if the blood was hot, otherwise how could they do that?
Because of this, his reputation as the "Count of Fairies" spread, but Josh Hillier didn't care, his soul had already been sold to the devil, and his heart was black. And whether he wants to admit it or not, he is also the blood of the Hillier family. He is as bloodthirsty and cold-blooded as everyone in the Hillier family. People like them will never be qualified to stand in the sun. under.
Even the person who has been living in the dark is unwilling to stay with him for a long time and desperately wants to leave.
He is clearly a human, but like a blood race, he needs to drink poor blood to survive, and some advanced blood races can walk like ordinary people in the sun, but he can only hide in the cold Leeds day after day Accompany the snowstorm.
So after knowing that a holy knight who might have wanted to kill him came, he didn't take him away immediately, but left him-this life has no meaning to continue.
He looked at the Paladin's gray eyes and black hair, and couldn't help but ask him, "What's your name?"
"Reeves, my name is Reeves, Lord Josh," he replied.
Reeves means "the breeze blowing through the valley".
Josh Hillier was silent for a while and said to him, "Stay here and be my servant."
"Yes." Reeves looked up at him with a smile, "I will be the most faithful servant around you, and your life will be above me."
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Su Jinzhi woke up very sad the next day, not only because of the dream that was too real last night, but also because of the pain in his buttocks.
The moment he woke up was a little stunned, because the scene from last night's dream was vivid, as if it were yesterday's scene, something he had experienced in person, not a memory named Josh Hillier.
It was his memories.
But this is just his illusion.
It was only a long time for Su Jinzhi to return from this emotion, only to find that the nightdress that had been crumpled by them last night did not know when he was taken off by Reeves. He lay on the quilt, his chest The neck is full of kisses and traces of light red, which are very obvious on the white skin.
But yesterday's focus was not on his upper body. Su Jinzhi suddenly felt a little afraid to wear his own pants.
Reeves slept beside him, with a hand around his waist, his face buried next to his neck, and the heat from his breathing made him tickle. If he had changed before, he didn't know that Reeves was to save the general goal. He would probably slap in the past, but now he wouldn't dare to borrow one hundred one.
"Master Josh, are you awake?" Realizing that the teenager's breathing has changed, Levi's also woke up, leaning his elbows on the bed and trying to kiss the teenager, but Su Jinzhi turned his head subconsciously and avoided it. His kiss.
For a few seconds, Livingston smiled, and went down from Su Jinzhi's large soft bed to wear the man's clothes, and then he lifted up his face mask that was thrown on the blanket last night and asked Su Jinzhi: "Master Josh, Would you like me to continue to be Reeves, or to be your 'wind'? "
Why does the total goal of salvation always give him propositions? Su Jinzhi is in pain.
In particular, the overall goal of this world's rescue will not only kill people, but also fine-tune them. Last night, he "raped."
Su Jinzhi was thinking about how to answer Reeves's question. As a result, Reeves had already put on his mask during his silence, took a new shirt and clothes, and walked to the bed, pinching his chin and kissing irresistibly After a while-still a tongue kiss.
"I'll be your 'Reeves' during the day, and will you be 'the wind' at night?" Reeves licked his lips and asked him with a husky voice.
"Go away." Su Jinzhi considered it for a moment, and responded to Reeves with a word that was not so unpleasant and would not be stung. Don't look over to the other side of the bed.
"But you asked me to be your personal servant. I have an obligation to stay with you at all times."
Su Jinzhi: ""
The pit he dug for himself was so deep that he couldn't get out.
"If you don't refuse." Reeves smiled and hugged him from behind, biting his ear gently: "I'll take it as you promise."
Su Jinzhi couldn't get out of bed today. Last night, Reeves broke his waist and broke his leg. So Su Jinzhi suspected that he might have a fake lower body.
When Reeves went out to serve him breakfast, No. 1 appeared: "Oh, host, are you still alive?"
"I'm dying," Su Jinzhi said grimly.
Number One said, "Isn't this dead yet?"
Su Jinzhi asked No. 1: "Did you already know that Reeves is to save the general goal?"
"Yeah." No. 1 admitted generously. "Did I keep reminding you to comfort him and stabilize him? Why, he hit you again? Fate, I said it was fate."
Su Jinzhi now can't figure out which one is No.1, one sees the red one and one sees the white one. He doesn't like both.
"Then I have seen his true face now, why is there no task progress bar?"
No. 1 laughed coldly: "Oh, naive, do you think it is so easy to punish the world?"
Su Jinzhi: "That means that I will continue to be beaten by him?"
"It depends, and see if he strangles you." No. 1 said, "If you haven't died, the chances of going through the mission are still very high."
Su Jinzhi suddenly felt that the second wife chose one of them. He still chose the one that saw Bai. It hurts buttocks. It's better than going back to the red and white ones and being beaten again.
Reeves was very efficient. He soon announced to the people in Black Swan Castle that the earl had two personal servants. He continued to serve the earl during the day and replaced it with Agri at night. People in the castle lamented Mr. Reeves is different. He can keep his heart after the Count has a new love.
Su Jinzhi was lying on his luxurious soft bed, drinking the nectar brought by Reeves. Today's blood is provided by Asian slaves, strawberry flavor, sweet and sour, and the traces on his body are very suitable.
"Master Josh, are you okay?" Reeves sat beside him holding a poem. "Shall I read a few poems for you?"
Su Jinzhi glanced at him and said coldly, "You read."
Then Reeves really read him a few love poems and looked at him and laughed. I don't know who wrote those poems, and the words used were explicit and flirty, and Su Jinzhi's goosebumps were all heard.
After reading the poem, Reeves came over and kissed his face again: "Does Lord Josh like it?"
Su Jinzhi answered him absently: "Like."
Reeves laughed again, and kissed his face affectionately: "Does Lord Josh like poetry? Or do I like me?"
The familiar voice of the man was very low, gentle and hoarse, and the laughter came from his throat lowly. Su Jinzhi felt that his ears were a little hot, and his cheeks became uncontrollably hot.
But he said, "I don't like you."
"But I like Lord Josh." Leavis threw the poems on the quilt, and held Su Jinzhi's head in both hands and kissed.
Su Jinzhi was a little embarrassed. How could this person start a marriage if he didn't agree?
But he couldn't deny it himself, he seemed to have so little heartbeat. But why is this? Is it because Reeves looks exactly like Song Mingxuan? Or is it because they are so similar in appearance, sound, and habit that they let him transfer Song Mingxuan's likeness to Levi's?
Su Jinzhi thinks that love is a difficult puzzle in the universe.
Beasts are driven by their breeding instincts to find healthy and suitable mates for mating. Mating, they do n’t care about loyalty or other problems, and they do n’t care about the physical or physical pleasure. Some males try to prevent females from struggling She would even clasp her neck with her teeth to ensure a smooth mating.
And some humans will be conquered by the flesh, the body, the sense of pleasure, and they will surrender under the nature of the breeding beast. So what exactly separates humans from beasts?
If we can say that something that can closely associate two people can only be called "love" when the physical, physical pleasure, and the purpose of reproduction are set aside, can this kind of thing only appear in Among similar species?
Is it because our species are different, because our love will cause death, and because we can never touch each other, are we destined to be together?
Su Jinzhi did not know where these thoughts and ideas came from, but they just appeared in his mind at that instant.
This seemed sophistry, like a point of view that someone had tucked it into his head, but he remembered it carefully, but couldn't remember who said it to himself.
Su Jinzhi carefully thought about how he liked Song Mingxuan, and finally came to a somewhat sad conclusion-because Song Mingxuan was gentle to him, and he couldn't bear the loneliness.
Human beings are gregarious animals, and in the final analysis, they are just high-level animals, and they still retain some instincts of beasts. It is too easy for him to have a beautiful, strong, and daily relationship with an extremely close person.
I'm really a scumbag.
Su Jinzhi thought horribly that it was not long before his dear Abba died, and he was about to empathize.
While sleeping at night, Su Jinzhi stopped Levis out of the door. He hasn't sorted out his feelings for Song Mingxuan, and he doesn't know what he thinks of Reeves now. He just knows very clearly that he doesn't hate the closeness of Reeves, and when he and he make love. There was also a sense of pleasure. He couldn't even control his despicable idea of ​​forgetting Song Mingxuan's restart.
Su Jinzhi's mind was full of this matter, so he didn't notice that Levis had a somber face after he was rejected.
"Well, it's a pity that No. 1 is off work, and No. 0 is not there." Su Jinzhi sighed long, at this time if someone could accompany him to speak.
Who knows, at this time, some tender electronic sounds of No. 0 suddenly sounded: "Master, I am here."
Su Jinzhi was surprised: "Zero #are you there?"
"Yes," Zero responded crisply. "I'm on the night shift for Brother No. 1."
Su Jinzhi asked it: "On duty? Do you also have jobs?" What is the work of Intelligent AI?
Zero said: "It wasn't there before, but now it is. Brother No. 1 is a bit busy today, so I'll take care of him."
"On duty for him, your relationship with No. 1 is really good." Su Jinzhi sighed, "but I'm a little curious, do you have feelings?"
"Of course there isn't, how can we have feelings?" Zero asked back to Su Jinzhi in surprise.
The author has something to say: Who argued sophistry, you all guess?
Are there any angels watching the scum's wishes?
Fall in love with a wild horse, doomed to the green grassland
After I read it, my mind is full of words: If true love has color, it must be green.