Please draw your way of death

Chapter 105

Meng Qishu didn't want to waste too much talk on Omi Lande, but some unlucky guy who was caught in the house seemed to need a little help from him.

Just before he went upstairs, he took a cursory glance into the house, and it was this glance that made Meng Qishu admire his ability to predict the future so much.

Really, the last second he wondered if the captured person might be the one he met, and the next second he saw this guess and got the stone hammer.

Next time, he will definitely use this open mouth to curse Omeland.

"Don't worry about whether the message was wrong or not, just from what you mean, it seems that a rebel has been caught?"

Omelande glanced at Meng Qishu, raised a finger and shook him: "Not one, but two."

Meng Qishu didn't care how many he caught. If it wasn't for a familiar face, he might turn around and leave now.

"need any help?"

Surprise flashed in Omeland's calm eyes: "You want to help me?"

Omeland's reaction was fed back to Meng Qishu. I couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, but it gave people a very uncomfortable feeling for no reason.

It's like an outsider's sense of control over those in the game, showing him compassion from a global perspective.

Meng Qishu hadn't tasted this feeling well before Omeland at the door spoke again.

"But it seems to be useless, and they ran away."

Meng Qishu took two steps forward, and the room was indeed empty, without the figure he had seen just now.

On the wall opposite to the doorway, the window was open and swaying, as if someone had just climbed out of it not long ago.

"You just let them run away?" Meng Qishu couldn't help asking.

He was ready to get entangled with this difficult guy, Omeland, but who knew that this person had no intention of detaining him at all.

"What else can I do? Do you want me to chase it?" Omeland got up from the door frame, walked a few steps into the house, and picked up the papers scattered on the ground. "This is the task of other blood races."

Although Omelande is one of the princes of the blood clan, he has always been idle about some tasks of the blood clan, and will only reluctantly get involved in something interesting.

But it was such a master who cared about the incidents that Meng Qishu handled, and his meticulous appearance didn't seem like special care, but more like a kind of monitoring.

Meng Qishu would like to avoid him on weekdays, let alone take the initiative to send him to his residence.

Ning Mian had finally left here, and he had no reason to stay, so he turned around and was about to leave, but before he took two steps, he heard Omeland's voice from behind.

"I didn't say hello when I came, and didn't plan to say goodbye when I left?"

"I want to leave," Meng Qishu stopped, turned his head and stared at Omi Rand, with a gloomy look in his eyes, "I don't want to die."

For Meng Qishu's words, Omi Rand didn't show a bit of anger.

"I have a very beautiful work of art." He arranged the papers he picked up just now in order, and said without hesitation, when his eyes shifted from the papers to Meng Qishu, there was a bit of tenderness in his eyes, "It's just that I haven't figured out how to carve him yet."

"You have countless works of art," Meng Qishu finally said, "and you also have countless hours to think about the problem you just had."

The door closed in front of him, and Meng Qishu's walking footsteps echoed in the corridor. Omeland walked to the bookshelf carelessly, and randomly stuffed the paper in his hand into a gap.

oppression, resistance, bondage, struggle...

When despair and hope coexist on the same canvas, the visual effect is undoubtedly shocking.

After seeing Meng Qishu in the last dungeon, Omeland felt that this person was perfect for this atmosphere.

Everyone has their own unique temperament, but in Meng Qishu, Omi Lande saw an outstanding quality immersed in the quagmire.

There is disobedience and stubbornness in his bones, which also makes this person more embarrassed, the more it can arouse his hostile sense of resistance.

When extremely contradictory colors collide, the sensory effect brought by the final product will be profound.

Omelande opened the door and walked into the corridor, looked down from the window sill on the other side of the corridor, and saw the back of Meng Qishu just turned around and turned into another corridor.

He rested his fingers on the edge of the window sill and knocked aimlessly twice.

It's just that he doesn't seem to know how to freeze this effect.

Leaving Omeland's residence, the more he thought about what he had just experienced, the more doubts Meng Qishu felt in his heart.

Omeland's behavior today is too abnormal. Let alone the fact that he, who usually turns a blind eye to blood race missions, went to arrest people in person for the first time. The fact that he deliberately leaked the news to Meng Qishu is enough for Meng Qishu to brand him with ulterior motives in his heart. Label.

It doesn't seem to make sense to lure him to an opposite location so that he can catch people conveniently... Then what if Meng Qishu's passing through Omeland's residence is part of his plan?This seems to have a little more unusual taste.

However, to attract people, but to let go of the bait, what is the reason for Omeland to do this?

Is it just for fun?

Meng Qishu couldn't understand Omi Lande, he never seemed to understand what that psycho was thinking.

Suppressing the annoyance in his heart, when he turned the corner, Meng Qishu raised his head and met a pair of people hugging each other upstairs.

It seemed to be two men, one of them was pushing the other against the wall, and the head buried in the neck of the other just blocked the other's face clearly, from Meng Qishu's angle, he couldn't see it accurately what are they doing.

The expression on his face froze for a moment, and he was about to change his mind and walk the other way, when the people over there noticed his presence.

The man who took the initiative stood up slightly from the other party's neck, and when he turned his head to look over, he still had a somewhat disturbed expression on his face, but as soon as his eyes touched Meng Qishu, the unhappiness dissipated completely in an instant, and was replaced by a awe.

"His Royal Highness."

Before the blood race saluted, Meng Qishu sharply saw the blood on his lips.

"First embrace?"

The vampire lowered his head even lower when he heard the words: "Yes."

Meng Qishu glanced at the unconscious human by the wall, and looked away indifferently: "Go on, don't pay attention to me."

During the Moon Festival, if someone within the blood clan takes a fancy to a human candidate, they can carry out the process of first embrace at any time.

Once the First Embrace is completed, it is officially counted as part of the Blood Race.

Meng Qishu didn't bother the vampire, he took a detour and walked in another direction to the courtyard where the candidate lived.

In fact, he was supposed to go back to his residence, but for some reason, he suddenly wanted to see someone.

Maybe it's because it's still daytime, and there aren't many people in the candidate's residence. Instead, most humans will take advantage of this time to stroll around the hall, so as to attract the attention of the blood race and gain enough favorability.

Meng Qishu walked along the corridor of the courtyard, but failed to find the person he wanted to see.

On the contrary, the other humans who stayed in the residence cast longing and fearful eyes on him.

But longing returns to longing, but no human being dares to really come forward to ask for Meng Qishu's first embrace.

During the Moon Festival, although humans have the chance to be chosen by each blood clan, including the blood clan lord and the four princes, in fact, among the five, only Meng Qishu and The two princes other than Omeland.

So even if they go to these two to gain favor, it is useless.

Meng Qishu's footsteps approached the square courtyard in the middle of the residence a few steps, so everyone's eyes followed him to the courtyard, until Meng Qishu sat down on the wooden chair in the courtyard, the whole residence fell into a strange silence among.

This atmosphere lasted until two people walked in from the entrance of the corridor.

At that time, Ning Mian was finally exploring the terrain of the entire hall with Yang Yin, and when he analyzed the current situation with Yang Yin and walked into the residence, he was immediately alerted by the unusual silence.

He stopped talking, followed the direct or indirect gazes of the people around him, and a pair of calm eyes were falling into his eyes.

Ning Mianzhong stopped at the entrance of the corridor, facing the owner of those eyes.

Meng Qishu raised his eyes and looked over from the moment Ning Mianzhong's voice came into the courtyard, and when the figure of this person actually appeared in front of him, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

"You... come here."

Meng Qishu's voice was very soft, different from the alienated tone when facing others, there was a gentleness in this voice that even he himself hadn't noticed.

Yang Yin finally cast a cautious look at Ning Mian.

Ning Mian finally gave him a slight nod to express that there is no need to worry, and then strode towards Meng Qishu.

The small sound of grass blades being trampled on was amplified by Meng Qishu's ears along with Ning Mian's approaching figure. He slightly raised his head and looked at the man who stopped in front of him.

No words, no movements, just eye contact gave Meng Qishu the illusion that he had been seen through by the person in front of him.

"Can you come down a little?"

Ning Mian didn't answer in the end, but just followed Meng Qishu's request and lowered her body, kneeling down on one knee in front of him.

The slightly cool fingertips touched the side of the neck, Ning Mian finally did not hide, but turned his head to the other side, exposing a large area of ​​skin under the fingertips.

His gaze met Meng Qishu's gaze from bottom to top, with a trace of warmth in his eyes: "Do you want to suck my blood?"

"Suck your blood? No..." Meng Qishu's eyes turned to Ning Mian's neck, his eyes were stained with a hint of confusion, "I just... want to take a bite here."

I don't know if it was influenced by the blood clan just now, his teeth are itching badly now, and this feeling reached its peak when he saw the person in front of him.

As long as it doesn't bite...it should be fine, right?

The wrist was grabbed suddenly, Meng Qishu was stunned for a second, and then he saw Ning Mianzhong's thumb opened his palm, and rubbed his face into it.

"Come on." He said, with endless connivance in his eyes, "It doesn't matter if you bite it, it bleeds."

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