Son of the Tower

Chapter 166 Disqualification in the World II

Saying goodbye to his friends, he threw the mobile phone in his hand on the desk. Jin and Mansaburo walked to the wine cabinet. He poured himself a glass of wine, and at the same time began to think about how to take down the girl from Kirilenko's house.

Taking advantage of his daughter who is the team leader to point fingers at his elders, this kind of child is really ignorant, and there was nothing to do with her before, but now, if Claude really decides to kill this woman, Wan Sanlang personally I don't mind.

At that time, it will be a joy to share the thin birth, and the girl's blood... is really delicious that can be smelled through the skin.

Standing in front of the glass wall, looking at the bustling city in front of him, Wan Sanlang has never been as happy as he is today since he got sick.

The disease of thirsting for blood has lasted for a long time in Wan Sanlang's family. It has been so long that the husband will devour his wife one day, and the wife will kill her husband one day.

Desire is like a ditch, and the ditch is hard to fill.

Every generation, every Renhe tribe can only bring their own children to live in the world.

This is the blood power from the ancestors, but Wan Sanlang felt like a poor man bound, he warned himself day after day, warning himself not to lose his mind in the face of blood.

But after all, he didn't need to be rational anymore, his instinct told himself that as long as he drank the girl's blood, he could be promoted to the highest level,

After completing the promotion, he no longer needs to use reason to torture himself. The higher level makes suppressing his thirst for blood as easy as drinking water.

After drinking the wine in his glass, Wan Sanlang returned to the painting room, and he started to take care of everything in front of him.

But to his surprise, the little bunny girl named An Mimi was standing in front of the door.

This is a very unsettling existence for Wan Saburo. Her sweet soul is like the wine produced in Gayatt Winery in Carterburg, which makes drinkers tremble at the soul level.

Yes, trembling, because it was too good, so good that Wan Sanlang couldn't restrain his thirst for blood.

But he didn't do anything after all, not his conscience, as a vampire, Wan Sanlang had lost his conscience since the first time he sucked the blood of local children when he was traveling in the archipelago—although it was only that one time, but Wan Sanlang Lang still regretted it, because he always thought that he was a human instead of a monster.

But monsters... are monsters.

It's just that this time Wan Sanlang felt the trembling from the soul. In the name of being careless, he cut open her finger with a piece of paper, and took a drop of her blood while bandaging her.During the midnight feast, that drop of blood almost ignited Wan Sanlang's soul, and his body was burned time and time again in the spontaneously burning holy flame.

Wan Sanlang almost said goodbye to this world.

It is also because of this that Wan Sanlang has a sense of awe for this girl-only a drop of blood that has been separated from the body for a long time can make a viscount-level vampire spontaneously ignite. Well, Wan Sanlang responded to this girl's every request, and avoided it for fear of hurting the little one, so he jumped out a dozen hidden legends, nailed Wan Sanlang to the torture rack specially used for vampires, and boiled it with two catties of holy sesame oil every day. .

You can't survive, you can't die.

"Teacher, I won't come to class from tomorrow on."

There was some unnatural sadness on the girl's face, she looked at Wan Sanlang, as if she was waiting for the teacher's answer.

Ah, are you not coming? Wan Sanlang is very sorry, because after losing the desire for blood, Wan Sanlang looked at the girl in front of him and found that she had enough talent to be compared with many art masters in history. The provinces in southern and southeastern Thailand are not bad, but if you want to go to Fort Carter, any big hand in the painting class on the roadside is enough to beat him in the oil painting world.

But this girl, who has been taking classes here for three months, is a master of oil painting. Wan Sanlang personally feels that she is enough to beat all the living masters in southern Thailand.

I must have found a better teacher, but I don't want to make myself sad.

Really a good boy.

With such a mood, Wan Sanlang patted the little rabbit on the head: "Okay, today is a full three months, and the amount received in advance will be refunded to your account tomorrow,"

"Teacher, I'm leaving first." The little rabbit left with her small bag.

Looking at her back, Wan Sanlang was amused by his imperturbable mood—you see, this drop of blood is really a cure for all kinds of dissatisfaction.

Thinking of this, Wan Sanlang pushed open the door of the drawing room, looked at the cleaned interior, and turned his head to look at the corridor again.

What a good boy, compared to her, Wan Sanlang...you are really a hopeless scum.

If it weren't for all this in front of me, I might have already gone crazy.

Just like the members of the family, every Renhe tribe has a job that he loves forever. It is because of this job that they can escape from the constant desire.

………………

The little rabbit walked downstairs, and a black RV stopped in front of her.

She sat in.

"Xiao An, how is it? How much have you learned from the vampire artist?" The house elf sitting in front of the car asked with a smile.

To this question, An Mimi nodded with a smile: "I learned how to control myself."

The legendary lord laughed, and snapped his fingers while laughing: "By the way, when will you come tomorrow, I will ask my driver to arrange it for you. After all, you are a child who came from Fort Carter and you are not familiar with the place." , I, Uncle Mama, should help you."

"I won't come tomorrow, and I will never see the thread of fate on Teacher Wan Sanlang again." The little rabbit sighed when he said this: "It's the first time I see a person who sucked a drop of my blood but It's a pity that he was so weak and self-aware, and he didn't go insane and survived."

"Why, don't you save him? After all, awkward vampires like him are rare in southern Thailand."

"At noon, I was in class, and when I looked across the road, I saw a Pansio leopard who was my age, he was the teacher's destined terminator, and he, like me, was named House blood, with a free heart." Speaking of this, the little rabbit's eyes were full of tenderness, and she looked at her Uncle Gayatt: "I ran away from home, took the surname of House, and came to Tainan under the pseudonym Ann. Mimi, Uncle, you let me go, I am very happy, but I still want to find him."

"I'll help you. It's easy. I'm familiar with Rasmus's house." Looking at the little rabbit, the uncle showed a kind face.

"Thank you uncle." The little rabbit smiled.

I want to find him because I feel the pain in his heart and I want to save him.

Saving one of the same kind is saving a lost cub who is unwilling to do so.

(End of this chapter)