Vol 3 Chapter 87: Bloodletting (two more)

Qin Fan's words had a great impact on Si Huang. After a brief period of shock, the black-haired youth suddenly smiled.
The smile bloomed on Si Huang's face, and the corners of his mouth raised without a laugh, gave Qin Fan a radiant and warmth like a summer flower, so pure that there was no haze.
For a moment, Qin Fan felt regretful. He regretted not saying this to Si Huang earlier and making this decision, even if it was just to get such a smile.
This kind of thinking is irrational and improper, but Qin Fan suddenly understood why in ancient history there were emperors who were willing to play with the princes for the sake of their concubines laugh.
"I always strive for what I want." Si Huang said with a smile, "How can anyone give it away."
She didn't deliberately ignore Qin Fan's words.
It was just for Si Huang that it was enough for Qin Fan to say this, and she didn't want Qin Fan to change anything for her.
Qin Fan's face turned black. After staring at Si Huang Shen Shen for a while, he said, "Go eat."
Si Huang nodded, wondering why Qin Fan's temper suddenly changed so much. Could it be that the menopause had arrived?
How did she know that she was used to being independent and self-improving, and she didn't want to use Qin Fan. For a man, it was tantamount to rejecting and pushing him away.
Qin Fan was dissatisfied that even Yifan and Dou Wenqing could participate in Sihuang's plan, but he insisted on resisting him.
The more Si Huang pushed, the more Qin Fan felt that he could no longer continue to indulge her, and sometimes he couldn't be soft when it was time to be decisive, such as dealing with previous tasks.
As soon as the afternoon meal was finished, Si Huang went to call to explain something about Yifan and Dou Wenqing.
The former still refers to the attitude of where to fight, while the latter coldly waited for Si Huang to finish speaking, and then replied ‘um. ’No second words.
Si Huang doesn't mind his indifference, this attitude is suitable for their cooperative relationship.
While Si Huang was on the phone, Qin Fan stared silently. When she put down the phone and asked about the computer, she reached out and hugged him.
"It's only seven o'clock now." Si Huang didn't know what Qin Fan's behavior meant, turning over and preparing to jump down.
Two iron arms held her tightly, and instead of letting her leave, they pressed their bodies closer.
When Qin Fan spoke, his chest was shaking, "Do you really think that a candy and a few words can buy the Lord?"
Si Huang blinked, "Then give you a few more."
Qin Fan ignored her rascal and carried the person to the bed in the bedroom on the second floor of the bookstore, pressing him up without giving Si Huang a reaction.
"Didn't you miss me? Master also makes you feel, how much you miss you!" What he said on his lips was both fierce and cruel, making people imagine the coming storm.
In fact, Qin Fan's actions are so cruel, and there is no less caressing before the perfect combination.
It's just that, most of the time, Qin Fan didn't talk much, and was a realist who worked hard, but today he talks a lot by surprise.
"Is it comfortable? Huh? It's comfortable here, or here?"
"Is there a feeling of rapid heartbeat and blood boiling? Your skin is red."
"Who gives your physical feelings more exciting, you remember this feeling!"
"You said, what else you want to do, I will do it."
Si Huang had long known that Qin Fan’s voice was very when he was emotional, and it was tickling when gasping and growling. Now that he speaks in this voice and cooperates with actions makes Si Huang feel more shameful. She is too lazy to answer Qin. Brahman's nonsense, as soon as his arms stretched out, he circled a certain animal's neck, and pressed down the hair on the back of his head with one hand.
Blocked Qin Fan's lips with his own lips and blocked all his words in exchange for a deep, hot kiss.
When the two separated because of insufficient breathing, their lips were red, swollen and moist.
Si Huang met Qin Fan's red and black eyes, "Watch out."
Qin Fan sneered.
The corner of Si Huang's mouth was wrapped in honey in the next moment, "Whatever you do, I like it."
Qin Fan was stunned, and then his eyes were red.
In other respects, he has not proved that he has any use for birds, but on the bed, Qin Fan proved to Sihuang that he is really useful for birds!
Si Huang's words were just like unlocking the shackles of wild beasts. Afterwards, Si Huang realized that a man who had been holding back for two months was not easy to deal with, especially an animal like Qin Fan with superhuman energy.
The next morning, Qin Fan woke up to see Si Huang who was still sleeping on the bed with his eyes closed. He leaned on the head of the bed and touched her hair. The tentacles felt soft and it was hard to imagine that its owner was strong as if he would not be defeated. Strongman.
Qin Fan touched Si Huang's cheeks from her hair, and it took a long time to get up and go to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. After getting dressed, she saw Si Huang opened his eyes and squinted to look here.
"Where?" Si Huang said, his voice still a little hoarse.
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the time on the bedside alarm clock, and didn't notice Qin Fan's tight body because of her voice.
"Six o'clock? In the morning?"
"Yeah." Qin Fan walked over and pulled up the thin quilt to cover Si Huang's body, "You go to sleep, I'll do something."
Si Huang is indeed still very sleepy. She feels that it is four o'clock in the morning when she sleeps.
"Remember to buy a mobile phone."
"Good." Qin Fan replied.
His previous cell phone was destroyed during the mission, so Si Huang couldn't get through his call.
When Si Huang went to sleep with his eyes closed, Qin Fan went downstairs. The old man in charge of the bookstore downstairs saw him and walked over and delivered an invitation to him.
The exterior packaging of the invitation is classical and noble, combining modern and Western medieval elements, dark green color and golden red lines, which can not be exaggerated for collection.
Qin Fan opened the invitation and read it, but he hesitated to tear it up.
"I'll go out, keep the porridge warm, and wait for Si Huang to get up and eat." Qin Fan walked to the basement.
The old man yelled in a low voice, "Kirin," and then said, "You are not very stable doing this."
Qin Fan's expression was light, "There is nothing insecure. Others have bullied me, and I can't return it without reason."
Old man: "...I think he didn't suffer."
Qin Fan's eyes widened, his fierceness was revealed, and his eyes were full of violence, "If he suffers a loss, you can't see the Lord calmly talking to you here now!"
Old man: "..."
A few minutes later, Qin Fan dragged his tall sack and walked out. The old man followed out. He watched Qin Fan throw the sack in the trunk of a car and drove away from the driver's seat.
After driving for half an hour, the car arrived in the parking lot of a villa. As soon as Qin Fan stopped the car, someone came to help him open the door.
Qin Fan walked out, went to the trunk to lift the sack, and strode into the villa.
Thick curtains darkened the villa hall, and there were a few candlesticks lit inside. For modern society, there are really too few people who use candles without lights. I don't know if it was because there was a power outage.
When Jason, who was waiting at the door, saw Qin Fan and the sack in his hand, his face suddenly turned pale, and he reached out to take the sack over.
Qin Fan gave a low tut, and Jason's movements froze.
"Arnold." A majestic and elegant voice sounded, "Long time no see, please sit down."
As soon as these words came out, Jensen's face became even more ugly, and he lowered his brows and asked Qin Fan to his place.
As soon as Qin Fan took a seat on the single sofa, he saw the old man sitting opposite.
The other party is not young, but he can see that he is full of spirits. There are not many wrinkles on his face, platinum hair, and purple eyes. It is conceivable that when he was young, he was a handsome guy who was fascinating, even if he is old now. He is also a handsome old man.
"Ders." Facing the old man, Qin Fan remained calm, calling him by his name in an equal manner.
Zansen, who was standing by the side, felt incredible in his heart, and could no longer deceive himself. In fact, since he spread the news to the family yesterday, Lord Dels rushed to country Y overnight, and when he rushed here and warned him not to act rashly, he should understand that this man named Arnold from country Z is more than expected. Scary a lot.
"I want Arthur's blood and Leo Pierce's life."
This sentence rang along with that address, causing Jensen to raise his head abruptly, staring at Qin Fan incredible.
In contrast, the old man Dels was much calmer and calmly responded to Qin Fan, "This is just an unsuccessful hunt, a small emotional problem."
Qin Fan said: "He is my life."
This is in English, so Qin Fan only used him as a male.
Old Man Dels frowned and stared at Qin Fan closely, as if he was considering the truth of his words.
Qin Fan's face was dim under the leaping candlelight, and the emotions in his eyes were even harder for people to peek, but his tone was too easy to understand, "This is my request, there is no room for bargaining."
Old Man Dels: "...I thought you would be more cautious, you shouldn't be so sharp."
"I'll say it again, he's my life!" Qin Fan's mouth turned into a cruel arc, and he stepped on it.
The person in the sack was stepped on, groaning and vomiting blood sounded.
Old Dels's eyelids twitched.
Jason became even more discolored, trying to speak and holding back.
Qin Fan looked at the old man Dels, the soles of his feet were grinding the people below, as if there was a dead thing in the sack.
Three seconds later, the old man Dels backed down and said: "One hundred milliliters, let your kid drink it, and he will no longer be affected by Arthur."
"Not enough." Qin Fan's face was grim.
Old Dels's eyebrows twitched, and then his face finally changed.
Qin Fan also stated his purpose, "I want him to bleed."
The so-called bloodletting, for the people of the Stoker family, one time too much blood loss will reduce the bloodline ability, which is very harmful to themselves.
"It's impossible!" The old man Dels said aggravatedly, and persuaded Qin Fan, "Let your children drink Arthur's blood. Not only will you be immune to Arthur's temptation, it will also be good for him."
Qin Fan's tone was colder than him, "It's impossible. He wants to drink blood and drink me."
The same is impossible, but the current situation is that one must be made possible.
As soon as Qin Fan finished speaking, his gaze at Dels completely cooled, and he stretched out his hand from the sack without any hesitation or pause.
Old Man Dels's old hand tightened suddenly, "I promise you!" He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, "...you lunatic!"
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Caught up! Caught up! After so long, Liangliang, you are finally going crazy. It's not easy~ What about everyone's fat~?