He didn't worry about whether Leng Yihan would run away.
After entering this ancient castle, it is impossible for Leng Yihan to escape.
Because Mu Ran only needs one thought now to find out where he is.
The power of the ancestor of the vampire is not just a joke.
Mu Ran gently closed his eyes, waiting for him to do it himself.
"No need." Leng Yihan said in a low voice.
When Mu Ran heard this, he opened his eyes abruptly.
I saw that Leng Yihan, who was standing upright, was actually holding a small scalpel in his right hand, and gently pulled a knife on his left wrist.
Mu Ran was dumbfounded.
He sat up straight, and just about to speak, a sweet scent, faintly smelling of wine, suddenly got into his nose.
Mu Ran's mind was a little chaotic for a moment.
The glutton in his stomach was even hooked up, and his sharp fangs popped out all of a sudden.
The red blood flowed down Leng Yihan's white wrist little by little. In Mu Ran's eyes, it was a fatal temptation.
Mu Ran did not expect that the temptation of blood to him would be so deep.
In fact, Mu Ran never thought about bloodshed.
After all, he is essentially a human being, how could he go down and suck someone's blood?
So when he learned that the original owner didn't like to suck blood directly, but let them do it themselves, Mu Ran was glad.
However, now¡ª
Mu Ran's crystal clear, ruby-like red eyes were actually shining with a faint light.
He stood up almost in a hurry, his voice was a little hoarse: "Why don't you catch it with a cup?"
His red eyes stared straight at Leng Yihan who let the blood flow away little by little.
Leng Yihan looked at the little vampire in front of him, feeling very good.
Obviously already swallowing saliva greedily, obviously a pair of sharp teeth are exposed, and obviously beautiful eyes are full of wanting to drink, but here he is pretending to be the boss and questioning.
Leng Yihan's thin lips hooked slightly, and he lifted his wrist in the direction of Mu Ran, without the slightest change in his voice: "Forgot."
Such a bland remark made Mu Ran's heart ache a little.
But he felt that he must be a little dazzled, otherwise how could he see it? Leng Yihan just smiled.
Leng Yihan stepped forward slightly and took a small step.
The bloody wrist was getting closer to Mu Ran.
Waves of red blood hit Muran's nerves.
The original owner drank so much blood, but never had such a reaction¡ª¡ª
"Drink?" A low and cool voice that seemed to be bewitching rang in Muran's eardrum.
Mu Ran couldn't help it now, and directly raised his clean and white hands, which were like fine jade, and held Leng Yihan's wrist directly to his mouth.
He opened his red lips, poked some small and cute fangs directly into Leng Yihan's wound, and impatiently sucked the blood like fine wine.
Mu Ran's red lips were dyed even redder by the blood, just like roses.
The soft touch and the blood-stained hands made Leng Yihan's body tremble slightly.
Excited light flashed in his eyes.
Mu Ran's gem-like red eyes flashed with fascination, and he sucked Leng Yihan's blood with some satisfaction.
Leng Yihan's heart softened suddenly, and he placed his big dry hand on Mu Ran's head. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com