Chapter 6: chapter6

In the noisy city center, an underground bar is full of noisy metal music, and the stage is dressed with male and female intoxicated swinging bodies.
The bartender Lyle wiped the glass, his eyes habitually stared at the stage, looking for prey that met his appetite.
Just before the early hours of the morning, a beautifully dressed teenager came in from the outside. It was an outfit that didn't fit into the underground bar, and even the clothes buttons were fastened to his neck. It was a lovely and conservative prey.
Lyle licked the teeth in his mouth and figured out how to start.
The young man's chin was slender and slender, and he looked calmly at the indoor environment, frowning and turning to whom to say something.
Lyle followed his eyes and saw the man behind the teenager, oh Satan, really a charming man, did you see the eyes of the hungry ghosts in the bar?
... wait, Jin Tong? !!
Lyle wiped the glass and hurriedly lowered the glass and walked out of the bar and walked towards the two.
"Sammer, is this the classroom you are talking about?" Asa stepped back, asking hesitantly against Mr. Butler's chest.
"Because the teacher who teaches you is here."
"Teacher? Here?" Asa looked at the maniacs on the stage with vigilance.
"Oh, what the wind has brought you." A tall man with short red hair hurriedly walked towards them with a smile on his face.
Samer put his hand on Asa's shoulder and said softly, "Look, here he is ..."
"Are you one of the adults above?" The red-haired man looked up at the dark-haired man taller than him, put a sweat on his clothes, and asked cautiously, "Oh yes, my name is Lyle. It's the bartender here. "
Asa listened to the other's words, raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Samer, as if to see his reaction.
Samer still smiled mildly, Asa hadn't seen the arc of his lips change since he knew him.
"No, I'm not even your kind." Looking at Lyle gently, Samer's gloss rolled slowly in the golden pupil hidden in the shadows.
The cautiousness on his face slightly converged, and Lyle looked at the dark-haired man with a doubtful expression, and said firmly, "This is impossible, your pupils have betrayed you, my lord."
"My pupil has to ask my mother, as for me, it's just the housekeeper." Sameer smiled mildly and answered Lier's question lightly.
Lyle stared at Samer's eyes tightly, then turned to look at the boy with his lips on the side, discerning the credibility of his words.
It seems that the adults above can only lead to their golden pupils only by anger and desire, even when they are eating, they are only blood pupils ...
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I confessed the wrong person." Lyle's original standing body resumed laziness, leaning against the wall and said lazily, "Not my kind? That is, you know I am ..."
"Yes, in fact, my master is your kind." Samer put down his hand on Asa's shoulder. "My master wants to visit and learn about blood eating."
Lyle glanced at his teenager and shouted in disbelief, "He is it? Oh no! How could the of darkness accept such a pure child!"
Asa looked expressionlessly at the man in front of him, he was quite sure that he had seen a regretful look in the other's eyes, what was he regretful about?
Lyle hurried around Asa a few times, "Can such clear blue eyes really turn red? Can such a small mouth really eat? Oh, the prey you fancy is really lucky! "I finished speaking irritably, and pulled the collar violently, put my neck in front of Asa, and urged," Come on, me? Ahhh! It hurts! "Weird scream.
Samer lifted him with one hand around Leir's neck, his dangerous squint staring directly at the other's tight pupils, and chuckling softly, "Please look for prey to show my master a demonstration, an 'elegance' How should your bloodlines eat? Remember, it ’s an elegant way of eating ... "
"Okay — okay." Lyle nodded horribly and horribly, and asked with a twitchy look after he was put down. "You, isn't it really one of those adults?"
Samael narrowed his eyes, categorically denying, "No."
Of course not.
Lyle walked in front of the two, with cold sweat dripping from his neck. The man who denied that he was a blood race was extremely dangerous. When he stared at his red-golden pupils, the whole body's blood seemed to be frozen and frozen.
People with this kind of power are not the three generations of blood races he can provoke!
Hurry up and fulfill the man's request and send them away!
Lyle shook his body and walked slowly, looking intently at the target, a target that allows him to eat gracefully--
"Which adult is he talking about? Are you really not?" Asa looked at Samal with a complex look and asked with a low voice.
"Of course not, I don't need to eat blood." Samer hooked his lips and raised his chin, his eyes squinted at the young man who only reached his shoulder. "Adults are the generation of pure blood aristocrats who live in the blood race. Of course, there are some like it. Live in human world. "
Asa stared at Samael with a dim look, and lowered his voice and said to the man, "I hope you haven't lied to me, Master." But he turned and walked away.
Samael looked at the back of the boy, paused, and tilted his head and asked, "Don't you want to know something about the bloodline community?"
"Its name is so straightforward. What do I need to ask?" Asa answered without looking back.
"..."
Lyer, who was farther away from them, had hooked up with a small man. He squeezed the other side in the corner and whispered something.
Samael and Asa found a hidden table nearby and sat down, just to see the sides of the two. After becoming a blood race, Asa's hearing and vision were surprisingly good. Even after a distance of nearly five meters, he still heard the close conversation between the two.
"Dear Miller, why are you here alone?" Lyle's voice was low, with some light temptations.
The lower body was close to the man's crotch bulge, and he moved forward and backward slowly to figure it out.
The man named Miller lifted his chin and groaned intoxicated. He groaned, "Well, waiting for you, ah!" Lyle rubbed his nose tightly against Miller's neck, and seemed to be looking for a place to go. More appropriate.
But his prey was intoxicated, unaware of the danger.
Asa glanced back and asked calmly, "This is the elegant way you eat?"
The smile on Samuel's face also converged a little. Dangerous squinting eyes looked at the hand that stretched into the belt of Miller's trousers to Lyle, and retracted his eyes and said seriously, "The blood race confuses the prey by the eyes, and allows the prey to draw blood while it I thought I had experienced / love. In fact-when sucking blood, the blood's teeth will automatically secrete a neurotoxin, the toxin dose is enough to make the prey reach orgasm. After eating, lick the cavity with the tip of the tongue, and the blood hole will It will heal as before. "
Asa froze, and he somewhat understood why Lyle chose to take off his opponent's pants while eating. "So, yesterday's gravekeeper ..."
"Um." Samael's eyes were cold and dangerous, and he answered coldly.
"..." Asa opened his mouth, turned his head, and said, "Let's bleed it for me in the future."
"It really hurts to cut the blade into the wrist." Samer rubbed his wrist inadvertently, squinting slightly at the corner of his eyes.
Asa imagined that Lower Samer himself cut his wrist into the wrist with an inch by inch, just to prepare a ration for him, he hesitated for a while and then implicitly asked, "Well, if I bite, would you-- False? "
"Of course not, my body is immune to the bloodline's neurotoxins." Samer smiled indifferently, explaining.
Asa stared suspiciously at each other's golden pupil, and asked distrustfully, "Really?"
"Really." Resolute tone.
It's really strange.
The smile on Samuel's face was deeper, and he slowly twisted his head, looking at the "battle" situation calmly in front of him.
Lyle has squeezed Miller into the corner, and the two figures are hidden in the shadow of the bonsai. If they don't look closely, they will not be found.
Of course, this does not include Asa and Samer who have been watching the two from the beginning.
Little Miller's clothes were opened, and his pants fell to the ground. Lyle twisted his chest with one hand and rubbed it freely.
The prey squeaked indulgently, as if calling the predator to strike him, but the hunter Lyle did not rush to open his mouth to bite, but opened the chain of his pants with one hand, pushed the prey over, and squeezed in , Rude ...
I don't know if Lyle did it on purpose, the angle of standing sideways just showed the parts that came in and out alternately to Asa.
Asa's eyes widened, and she looked at the unexpected scene in front of her. The young man with thin body had very small bones, but such a narrow part actually swallowed such a large ...
Asa's expression was very serious, his chin was narrowed and his eyes narrowed, as if he were watching a documentary.
Well, it's like a documentary, a documentary about the blood family's eating?
Sameer dragged his chin to stare at the expression on Asa's face, and did not say anything to stop Asa from watching. What a good free tutorial-
Miller's back bow turned into shrimp, and Pi'gu, who had been cracked by Lyle, was stained with white foam brought out by the stick, and Lyle's long fangs gently rubbed Miller's neck. Just as Miller trembled and released, Lyle's long teeth accurately bit Miller's slender neck.
Asa even heard the grunt of Lyle's throat swallowing while eating.
Asa turned his head calmly and calmly said to Samer, "Do I need to eat like this after I have grown up?"
Samael frowned, and said, "No, I will always follow the master."
Asa yanked the table near Samael, and narrowed his eyes, coldly, and asked, "If I remember correctly, the steward seems to be just guiding the young blood."
"If there is no new task, I will always be your housekeeper," Samer said calmly, adding, "I am honored for this."
"I mean after I left, should I eat like this?" Asa frowned, raising her fingers on the table, quietly pointing at the person behind the bonsai.
Samuel's golden pupil glowed with cold inorganic light and glanced at Lyle struggling in the corner, and said gently, "Of course not, do you know that this kind of prey's blood is full of viruses? And prey is only prey, Lyle is just for Only to satisfy his selfish desires, the master cannot learn from such a bloodless tribe. "
Asa questioned suspiciously, "Can't you take me to learn from him? Master steward."
Samer laughed more intimately, staring sideways at Asa and said, "I thought the only three generations in the city of London were an elegant and disciplinary blood race, and I didn't expect that taste was so popular." Someone released, yelled, "Not so particular about it."
Asa noticed that when Samar said this, Lyle in the release paused briefly--
Lyle hurriedly licked his teeth and pulled out the soft objects. He shook the water stains on the top and stuffed them into his pants. He put down the weak Miller and walked towards the two with a sullen face .
"Isn't my taste good ?! What is the bloodline without discipline ?! You asked me to eat gracefully. Was my movement just not elegant?" The accusation of dissatisfaction, Lyle looked like a humiliated little daughter in law.
Samer smiled, and glanced up and down Lyle without talking.
Lyle was astonished by his gaze and jumped back suddenly, covering his chest and shouting, "You don't want to watch me!"
"Master, let's go back. It's my fault this time. I couldn't find a good teacher for you." Samer stood up gracefully, bowed his hand to Asa, and said gently.
"None of you can go, despicable and vicious vampires!" There was a cold voice behind Lyle, and the voice still had a nasal sound after the incident.
Samer raised his eyebrows and looked at Lyle holding a cross necklace Miller behind, raising his eyebrows and chuckling, "Even the eyes are ridiculous, is it the church? The sacrifice is so great."
Asa calmly jumped down from the high chair and said, "It seems that he is not lying, he is really waiting for you." After that, he looked over at Lyle, "How long have you been involved?"
Lyle's expression was terrifying, and Nana replied, "... for a long time."