binnovel Chapter 201 It smells so good, can I drink your blood?
Chapter 201 It smells so good, can I drink your blood?
Good morning! Are you feeling better?
Lin Shuwan stretched and sat down lazily at the dining table, still half asleep.
"Ah."
The images from last night were brought back to his mind. Tronos responded and picked up his water glass to hide his unease.
Unexpectedly, this simple action aroused Lin Shuwan's suspicion: "Something's not right. You're acting a bit strange today."
As he swallowed the water, Tronos nearly choked upon hearing her words. He calmly put down his cup and asked, "Something's not right?"
"Something's even more wrong now."
Lin Shuwan rested her chin on her hand, her scrutinizing gaze sweeping over him, and said with her small mouth, "Normally, you either ignore me or you half-mocker me..."
“Ahem, like this…” Lin Shuwan leaned back, crossed her legs, lifted her eyelids, and lazily spoke, mimicking Tronos’s usual demeanor, “No need to trouble yourself.”
Lin Shuwan pulled her leg back, took the brunch that the puppet brought her, took a sip with a look of enjoyment, and continued, "How could it be like today, with you responding to me and asking why?"
Tronos initially listened to her, but gradually her voice faded into the distance, and his gaze unconsciously fell upon that crimson hue.
Her lips were full, delicate, and rosy, like the finest agate.
He still remembered that last night, a thin layer of water droplets covered his lips, and as his lips parted slightly, the water droplets disappeared into them, revealing the crimson between his pearly teeth...
Tronos snapped back to his senses, took a large gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, the cool water bringing clarity to his eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" Lin Shuwan waved her hand in front of Tronos's eyes. "Why is your face suddenly so red?"
A cool palm touched Tronos's face: "You have a fever?"
The cold touch that I used to hate the most has now inexplicably made me crave it.
Lin Shuwan withdrew her hand: "It seems like she doesn't have a fever."
"Is the wound on your hand infected? I can still smell your blood."
Tronos lowered his eyes uncomfortably: "It's all better now."
"All done? So fast?" Lin Shuwan tilted her head. "But that book said that although the witch clan has powerful magic, their physical bodies are always very fragile. Once they are injured, it takes a long time to heal."
"Alright, see for yourself." Tronos handed his still-bandaged hand to Lin Shuwan.
Unexpectedly, Lin Shuwan was so frightened that she covered her eyes and backed away repeatedly: "Wait, let me move away before you open it. If I see your wound, I'll want to drink your blood again."
Tronos chuckled, withdrew his hand, and carefully unwrapped the gauze that Lin Shuwan had used to bandage him the night before, revealing the smooth skin underneath.
"Look."
Lin Shuwan cautiously squinted at his palm, then widened her eyes in surprise, and in an instant ran to his side, holding his hand and examining it back and forth: "It's really healed, it's amazing, how did you do that?"
"It's just a healing technique; you vampires can also heal wounds quickly."
"But I'm not injured, so how would I know how fast I can go?"
Lin Shuwan glanced at him a couple more times, then immediately retreated to within three steps of Tronos, muttering under her breath, "I'd better stay away from you. I get so hungry when I get close to you, I even crave the blood on the gauze."
“Wait a minute, you know healing magic,” Lin Shuwan counted on her fingers, “and you can teleport and manipulate objects from a distance. Can a wizard possess so many abilities?”
Tronos raised an eyebrow slightly: "Others may not be able to, but I can."
"Ah, why?" Lin Shuwan asked curiously.
"I have awakened the Devouring ability."
"Swallow?"
“For every vampire I kill, I can absorb one of their abilities.” Tronos’s calm tone suddenly carried a hint of murderous intent.
Lin Shuwan was a little frightened and nervously took a sip of her blood pressure drink: "So your unusual behavior today isn't because..."
The topic changed so quickly that Tronos was taken aback: "What?"
"You wouldn't be trying to kill me and steal my abilities, would you?!"
"So this is my last meal before I'm executed?"
After finishing her sentence, Lin Shuwan took another big gulp of blood: "Everyone says that the last meal is sumptuous. If this is the last meal, then I would like duck blood, cow blood, deer blood, wolf blood, chicken blood, and fish. But I'll pass on fish blood, it's a bit fishy, I don't like it."
"You still dare to make demands? Aren't you afraid I'll really kill you?" Despite saying that, Tronos actually served Lin Shuwan a cup of each of the items she requested.
Lin Shuwan's eyes lit up, and she picked up a cup in each hand: "I was scared at first, but then I suddenly remembered that your teleportation is much more effective than mine now. Killing me won't do you any good, so it's better to keep me around. At least I'll have some company."
Fine strands of dark hair fell across his brow bone. Tronos glanced at her and said, "Too noisy."
"Hey, that's it." Lin Shuwan clapped her hands together. "This is how you usually treat me. Otherwise, I would have thought you had fallen for me."
Tronos unconsciously clenched his fist under the table, then casually said, "Boring."
"Just kidding?" Lin Shuwan downed the last glass in one gulp, wiped her mouth, and said, "I'm done eating. I'm going out for a walk."
Tronos remained seated at the table, still clutching the blood-stained gauze in his hand.
After a long while, he let go, and the flames instantly devoured the gauze completely.
*
My trip today went exceptionally smoothly for some reason.
First came the sunshine, which was particularly dazzling and scorching before she went out, but as soon as she stepped out the door, she consciously hid in the clouds.
Very good, she now prefers cloudy days.
Actually, it's better to stay at home when the sun is shining brightly.
But when she was still at Viscount Evan White’s house, she couldn’t go out. Now that she was free, she really didn’t want to stay cooped up in the house for even a moment longer.
Then there's the prey. Although she doesn't like hunting herself, she still feels a great sense of accomplishment watching her prey walk into the traps she sets.
She probably chose the wrong spot before; she waited for several days without seeing a single prey.
The spot she chose today was excellent; one after another, the prey eagerly jumped into her trap.
Little Yu'an from the blacksmith shop said that the prey in the Misty Forest was very clever, but she thought it was nothing special.
Now we have enough food for the next few days.
She then asked Xiao Mu to study it further and see if they could turn the blood into pudding or make it into the shape of cherries.
With the right texture, a suitable appearance can also make it more appetizing.
Oh, right, and the flowers that weren't in bloom when she came yesterday are all in bloom today.
It just so happens that he can be called Kailan, the son of Emily the tailor, the little boy who had previously knocked over her five gold coins, and who made her a beautiful wreath.
Now, in his heart, she is no longer an evil demon, but a kind, beautiful, and generous fairy who can conjure up lots of candy.
As for the rest, she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she just felt that everything went exceptionally smoothly today.
*
Inside the cabin on the west side of the Misty Forest.
Tronos would occasionally tap the armrest of his seat with his index finger, and the branches that were growing wildly in the woods and might snag Lin Shuwan's dress would quietly and consciously retract.
Tronos only stopped when Lin Shuwan stepped into the town of Evandel.
Seemingly finding his earlier behavior somewhat inexplicable, he frowned in disdain and casually picked up a book to start reading.
Of course, before that, they also made sure the clouds blocking the sun were even thicker.