MTL - Mr. Dior-Chapter 52 .Sacrifice Sweetheart (1)

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"Who are you?" Jiao Qi looked at him blankly.

"Remember the most beautiful syllable name in the world," the man laughed lowly, and kissed the teenager's earlobe gently, "Dior Nicholas Zhang."

"..." Why is there a middle name this time? Knocking on the brain, Annie stated that she did not know the true meaning of the surname, and it was likely to be casual. However, since there are "the king" and "food", what should be a strange script.

After work, the plantain employees are not surprised at the show ’s love between the two bosses, just do n’t know what it means to hold an umbrella. "Click", the staff did not dare to take pictures, but some passers-by could not help raising their mobile phones. The flash struck Mr. Dior's eyes, which made him unhappy.

"Look for death!" Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes, and a stupid human dared to shake him with light.

Jiao Qi stopped Zhang Dazhen, who was about to rush to him, raised his hand to signal the security guard to deal with it, and dragged the foreigner Mr. Nicholas into the car.

This time, Zhang Chendi did not choose a driver's seat, but instead elegantly stowed his large black umbrella with a straight handle and sat in the co-pilot.

"Don't take the liberty to ask, are you a nobleman?" Jiao Xi couldn't rush to start the vehicle, and asked him leisurely.

"Of course, baby, don't you know me?" Zhang Chenzheng was a little surprised. As the prince of the blood race and the ruler of the dark night, there were even ignorant teenagers who didn't know his first name. He reached out and touched Jiao Qi's soft hair, and told him his origins.

Annie inquiries in time: blood, western vampire settings. Fear of the sun and survive by consuming human blood.

vampire……

This Jiao Qi knew that Annie didn't need to keep checking. Last night I was still playing vampire games, what did you say? Could there be a realistic trigger mechanism for script selection?

His Royal Highness felt the boy's soft hair, and smiled very charmingly. This poor little thing was used by his father as a sacrifice to pray to the devil and dedicated to the blood prince as a blood slave. Fortunately, he is a gentle master and will not torture him too much.

"From today, you will be responsible for feeding me. Once I do n’t have enough, I may eat you. Now, take me home."

"Let's go eat first." The Blood Prince probably wouldn't cook for him, so he ate outside and went back.

The car was parked in front of a Chinese restaurant, and Jiao Qi frowned at Zhang Dazhen, who was also going to take an umbrella two steps: "Can't you just take an umbrella?"

"Of course," Mr. Dior put away his umbrella and walked in with the hand of the little slave. "As a noble prince, I don't actually fear the sun. But the sun will burn my pale skin and reduce my beauty."

Jiao Qi looked at the hand that was two shades darker than himself, and wondered where the man's face claimed to be pale and beautiful.

Looking for a quiet place to sit, Zhang Chenzhang picked up the menu and ordered: "Mao Xuewang, Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup, Blood Sausage Claypot Rice."

"..." Jiao Qi was speechless, and asked for a plate of garlic shrimp.

"Okay, what's wrong with it?" The waiter asked dutifully.

"Don't garlic, don't put garlic in any dishes." Zhang Dayu said firmly.

"..." Garlic shrimps don't want garlic, but still eat wool? Jiao Qi resisted the urge to get angry. "Forget it, get another steamed sea bass."

After the waiter left, Zhang Chenzheng said very seriously, "I hope you do n’t eat garlic from today. That will affect your taste and cause me poisoning."

Vampires are afraid of garlic and silverware, and low-level vampires may be killed by garlic.

"..."

After dinner, I went back to the apartment in the city center. As soon as I reached the door, I heard the dog humming in excitement. Zhang Chenzhang stepped back: "What is it?"

"Guangzong." Jiao Qi opened the door, and Xiao Jinmao rushed over and shook his tail to Zhang Dazhen's leg.

"Damn, you even raised a werewolf at home!" The prince of the blood tribe grabbed the dog on the ground angrily, staring at him evilly. The blood race and the werewolf have always been their old rivals. As his little blood slave, hiding the werewolf cubs is a crime.

"Wang!" Werewolf Guangzong wasn't annoyed with his neck around, and happily stuck his tongue out to lick his nose.

"Don't make trouble, it's just a golden retriever." Jiao Qi took the dog cub away and motioned Zhang Chenxuan to change his slippers to pour the dog food for Guangzong himself. The aunt was inverted before leaving, but the puppies were growing and eating too much. Now the rice bowl is empty.

His Royal Highness stood aside with interest, watching the ignorant little blood slave feeding the werewolf with the method of feeding dogs, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Well, allow you to leave it." Pure, most likely a werewolf prince. It should be interesting to make a werewolf prince a dog rolling on the ground.

Or take it a step further and turn the little thing into a vampire dog, make it an elegant bloodline, and become his son, Dior Nicholas Zhang. Werewolves are probably angry with bald hair, right?

The devil's plan is in his mind, but it doesn't matter. Now that night had come, he needed to eat.

"You haven't eaten enough yet?" Jiao Qi was very puzzled when he heard that Zhang Dazhen was about to eat. Just now this guy had eaten most of the pots of blood and blood, a bowl of fans, and a whole claypot, and was still hungry?

"Human food only makes me happy. What I need to fill my stomach is fresh blood." Zhang Chenyu squeezed into the bathroom, hugged the little slave who was taking a shower, and slowly licked the drops of water on his neck.

The shower water hit Zhang Chenxuan's body, soaking his shirt. The white shirt became translucent, sketching the smooth chest muscles and charming vest lines.

"Hmm ... don't make a mess, don't do it today." Somewhere over-used is still painful, and you must rest for a few days. Even if Zhang Dazhen is tempting in front of you, you must push it away.

"It's ruthless." Mr. Dior leaned against the wall and wiped his lower lip with his thumb, his eyes narrowing. It really looks like a sexual vampire, seducing an ignorant teenager into a dangerous trap.

"Take off your shirt quickly, and freeze you for a while." Jiao Qi opened his eyes and remained unmoved. He took out Zhang Dayi's clothes three or two times, and washed the old attacker by the way.

When Mr. Vampire returned, he found that he was blowing hair to Xiaojiao's wife with a fan. The bath was over and the temptation was unsuccessful. Jiao Qi was lying on the bed, using his brain to read the news.

The enthusiasm for Papa Jiao has diminished. People can't tell whether it is true or not, so they are too lazy to continue the discussion. It's because Zhang Dazhen's pen that brought the game to life.

When I opened the game interface, when I saw the vampire I raised, I was shut off by the brain. Throwing the hair dryer away, Mr. Dior smiled angrily: "How dare you look at other vampires in my presence."

"Ah?" Jiao Qi didn't respond, so Zhang Dazhen hugged and turned over, pressing on the soft quilt.

"I think you need to understand that you are a sacrifice given to me by mortals. I want to enjoy it, you have no right to reject it!" Zhang Chenzheng said, holding Jiao Qi's fingers and sniffing, biting gently, intoxicated. , "Ah, what a sweet virgin | Virgin blood."

"I'm not a virgin." Jiao Qi watched his performance unchanged.

"Ah, I'm wrong, what a sweet virgin blood." His Highness Prince changed his knowledge and kissed his lips with a smile.

"I'm not a virgin either," Xiaojiao's wife said indifferently.

"... Okay," the ruler of the night will not lose his grace by being repeatedly interrupted, and continues to sigh in a bard-like tone, "Oh, what a sweet little **** | baby."