MTL - This Cannon Fodder is Covered by Me!-Chapter 32 I masked this old enemy

Gu Ting was stiff.

The harsh alarm sounded instantly in my mind. Lu Deng hit his spirits and opened his eyes. He noticed something strange, and suddenly realized that he had forgotten to take the pupil down.

It is not very useful to bring it down. Being so close is enough for the other party to perceive their own heartbeat and breathing.

Dizzy by the alarm bell, Lu Deng blinked, and the mechanical sounds in his head were nervous enough to freeze: "The host host wants to bite you and give you garlic--"

Lu Deng said dumbly, "Okay, it's okay."

Originally, I didn't plan to hide it for so long, as long as I could hide it to the outside world, it didn't matter if I exposed my identity in front of the other party.

Patiently appeased the frightened system, looking at the blood ancestor who was lying on his body with the same card machine, Lu Deng raised his eyebrows, pushed the nearly overflowing garlic clove back to the storage space, pulled out his pressed left hand and passed it, turning his wrist to show he.

It doesn't matter if you bite.

The reason why Gu Ting was crushed by the Secret Service on the yacht was not only because the Secret Service's attack was too sudden, but also because of the long-term strict ban on the blood and the seal imposed.

Because of the lack of necessary food and the consumption at the time of the outbreak, Gu Ting was unable to protect himself at the moment when the crisis came.

He deliberately retained the identity of a human being, originally intended to feed each other.

The arteries between the necks are not incapable of biting, but the Secret Service has not yet withdrawn their surveillance. The wounds on the neck are not concealed after all. Unlike taking a bite on the wrist, just wear a long-sleeved dress to stop it.

Lu Deng is not afraid of pain, looking at the blood family still lying on his body, waiting for the other party to start dining.

Was found.

The pure-blooded ancestor who secretly awakened the person was embarrassed. Looking at the hand that was offered to him, he even became more tense and his eyes became more scarlet.

In accordance with the guidelines of the pure-blooded clan, it is responsible for sucking people.

Not to mention that the human prey sucked by him actually volunteered to send it up.

When it was time to show the majesty and elegance of the blood race, Gu Xianzu, who had never seen the same prey of the same race, was still quiet, and lowered his head to gently hold the hand.

Be steady and make the appearance of often sucking blood.

Gu Ting pursed his lips and groaned cautiously, with a slight movement in his throat.

There is no wound on his body, either Gu Ting doesn't want to bite himself now, or he doesn't know how to get his mouth. Lu Deng vaguely guessed what was going on. After thinking for a moment, he was about to withdraw his hand to show him, but the hand was suddenly clenched.

The palm of the hand that was close was still cold, and the strength seemed to be determined, and it was clear-cut.

The person on his back stepped back, sitting softly, holding himself up. Lu Deng blinked, sitting with his arms on his body, moving his hand past his strength.

Gu Ting has been brewing for a long time, and finally turned the hand upside down, carefully spread his fingers slightly, and imprinted a solemn kiss between his prey fingers.

When the color of ink spreads, the power that belongs to the dark night completely embraces the human beings in front of it.

The bewitching dark red streamer slowly floated at the fingertips and turned into a blood-colored bell, which was carefully tethered between the necks of Luhuai leaves and carefully tied.

From tonight, this little human guy is his prey.

No one else can do it.

"Host, he doesn't really seem to bite you!"

I was worried that the host would be embraced for the whole night, but the target character didn't even bite the host's hand. The system was finally at ease, and he gladly accompanied the newly-appointed Lu Gardener to take care of the courtyard: "I misunderstood him, he is a restrained good vampire!"

The morning after the rain is especially refreshing. The sun falls through the shadows of the stacked trees, the cool breeze is moist, and the air is soggy that it can almost spit out water.

The bells around the neck were cool, the larger blood-colored bells and the small gold bells were intimately attached together, and they occasionally buzzed in the wind.

I touched the two bells with my fingertips, and there was no response from Lu Deng's curved lips. I raised my hand and brushed the weeping banyan that had just been accidentally cut.

If it's like what the system thinks, it's fine.

At night, Gu Ting just kissed him blindly. In addition to the falling kisses becoming cold, he was still very familiar with them. He closed his eyes and could describe the appearance-but under the premise that he should be regarded as food, this situation had to be taken seriously.

If Gu Ting doesn't bite people and wants to feed the other person smoothly, it is necessary to take some active countermeasures.

While seriously thinking about what means can be used, take a few steps back and carefully look at the weeping leaf ficus in front of him. After probably aiming, Lu Deng carefully raised the garden shears and tried a pair of scissors.

...

It seems that gardening is not as easy to get started as flower arrangement.

Seeing that there were far more branches falling than expected with the cutting edge, Lu Deng finally gave up his usual method as a gardener, squinting for a moment, squatting down and pressing on the ground.

The pale green breath kept overflowing from his body, as if he had been summoned by some kind. The plants in the garden grew quickly. The hyacinth spewed purple buds. White is also dotted among the locust leaves.

The courtyard, which was slumped because of the long-term residence of the blood race, was revived in a blink of an eye.

Gu Ting stood at the window.

No wonder they will be sent by the Secret Service to monitor themselves. The ability of a little human is to control plants. It is said that this attribute, which is purely life, has always been the most natural nemesis of blood.

But just right.

I thought this courtyard was too lifeless.

The figure under the sun was reflected in a clear way, Wen Lang's face fell under the light and shadow, Gu Ting's eyes were slightly bright, he picked up the camera to find the position, and called him: "Huaiye-"

His voice was not high, but Lu Huaiye turned around.

The body shape of the two of them was too different. The young humans still wore the shirts and jeans when they were picked up yesterday. The clean shirts were freely pulled to their elbows.

Finding that the camera was facing himself, Lu Huaiye's gaze instinctively strayed slightly, his eyes flashed brightly, and the corners of his lips suddenly burst into a light arc.

Beside him, a dense cluster of Campsis radiata broke through the ground, and in a blink of an eye covered his body completely.

His eyes narrowed into a pleasant smile, Gu Ting raised the corners of his lips, and he even pressed the shutter in time.

Get it.

The figure in the sun falls clearly in the picture, the light and shadow are just right, and the layout is perfect. Gu Ting quickly checked a few pictures, lowered the camera with satisfaction, propped the window edge with one hand, and walked towards him in the sunlight.

Bloodlines who don't know how to **** blood, maybe don't know if they can bask in the sun.

Seeing that he came over like this, Lu Deng could not help but worry, raised his hands to make the branches and leaves on top of his head more dense, and blocked him from the shady: "It doesn't matter if you get it?"

"It doesn't matter, the blood race has developed a special sunscreen spray, as long as you don't use power during the day, nothing will happen."

Gu Ting nodded with a smile, walked through the courtyard that has almost become a primitive jungle, plucked flowering bushes to take out his small prey, bowed his head and kissed two.

"Go buy some clothes today, and when I come back tonight, I will personally teach you the rules of the blood race."

According to the task given above, Lu Huaiye should be disguised as a descendant blood tribe approaching Gu Ting.

The Secret Service is very strict, and it will be punished if the task is not completed. Gu Ting also did not intend to expose the matter at all, leading him out of the villa, and shrouding his own breath on the little human body.

Advanced blood races can move freely in the sun, there is a sun spray, and there is no need to worry about burns, but the use of power in the sun will still be mostly offset by the nature of the grams.

The villa is located in the outskirts of the city of M, and must be suspended by a floating car. Gu Ting is not very accustomed to human transportation. He usually goes out in the morning, works at the destination all day, and waits until late at night to return.

To human beings, such a routine seems too unhealthy.

The suspended car started smoothly, but the blood ancestors still felt dizzy and dizzy for a while. They took a few deep breaths to recover and set their sights on the little human beside him.

He deliberately waited until the morning to get him up. It seemed that Lu Huaiye was resting well, his eyes were bright, his face was healthy and ruddy, and he could not see the weakness after he had absorbed his strength.

Gu Ting finally reassured that he was preparing to dazzle his eyes, but the fresh mint breath suddenly filled his nose.

The cool temperature was put between his arms, Gu Ting opened his eyes slightly, Lu Huaiye was leaning next to him, and looked down at the "Compulsory One" that he had given him. I don't know when I was shaking, and two green mints were rising, which revealed the refreshing and refreshing breath of heart and lungs.

Manipulating the life attributes of plants is the best.

The corners of his lips couldn't help raising a soft arc, Gu Ting leaned forward, and kissed the soft forehead of the prey with restraint, and pressed his hair against the top.

Until now, he finally realized the need for the Secret Service to be highly prepared for blood to approach humans.

Before last night, he had been able to use his substitutes to cheat and suppress the occasional wandering appetite, but after finding his own prey, this impulse seemed to become more frequent and more difficult. Self-control.

This tendency cannot be allowed to continue.

There was only a faint circulating wind in the car, and the too bright sunlight poured the temperature down without reservation.

A banana leaf grew out of the hand to block the light, and Lu Deng was accustomed to the intimacy of the other party. He squinted his eyes in the dazzling sunlight and still turned the textbook in his hand.

Always think there will be homework.

Maybe there will be an exam.

His current status is a latent agent. The Secret Service has extremely strict requirements for this type of agent. He must fully understand the habits, characteristics, and rules of the camouflage race, and fully infiltrate his identity. He can monitor the target without doubt. An intersection occurs.

I have become accustomed to the examination questions, and in the eyes of Professor Lu, this paragraph is no doubt full of test sites.

There is inevitably a lingering worry in his heart. Lu Deng turned over a thick piece of parchment and groaned for a while, but decided to plan ahead and tune out the silent system hiding in his mind.

Sooner or later.

With the help of the system, many things can still be a lot easier. After handing over the content of scanning and recitation to the system, Lu Deng squinted his eyes a little sleepily, closed the textbook, and leaned on the cool ancestors.

He rarely sleeps like this. For the past seven years, Gu Chuanbai has been meticulously supervising him to take regular breaks. Even if he is not sleepy at noon, he must lie down and close his eyes for 45 minutes.

One or two to get into the habit, and every time at this time, he actually developed a little tiredness.

The blood ancestors who were tempering their will moved slightly, looked down at the head hanging down to their chests, and groaned for a while, then stretched their arms gently into their arms, took the book in his hand and set it aside.

Just hug.

Don't touch.

The high-level blood race has a strong self-control. At present, he can still ensure that he does not draw too much power at one time, but it is difficult to guarantee when it will not be difficult to control himself. While the strength of the body is sufficient, it is necessary to exercise diligently.

Fortunately, Lu Huaiye ’s strength was just against him, and it was probably enough to protect himself in the most critical situations. Otherwise, he might have to give his little prey a seal that could seal his cross in time to be assured.

With a mentality of exercising self-control, Gu Ting adjusted the speed of the suspension to the slowest, and floated in the air for nearly an hour before finally landing in the berth unhurriedly.

Forty-five minutes after sleeping, Lu Deng woke up consciously, beside him, there was a refreshing and cool, without the bright heat of summer after the rain. Rubbing his eyes and raising his head, he later thought about his situation at the moment.

"wake up?"

A low-alcohol soft voice came from the head, and Lu Deng blinked his eyes, driving out the nightmare forced to copy the "Blood Compulsory One" a hundred times, meeting the ink-colored pupils, and bending and nodding.

I could not help but secretly sucked seven mouthfuls along the way, the next time must be reduced to six times.

Looking at the tiredness in those eyes than before going to bed, Gu Ting not only regretted deeply, holding him on the ground, rubbing his hair gently: "I invite you to eat ice cream, good or not?"

When he heard the ice cream, Lu Lan's eyes lit up, and he finally got rid of the shadow of the homework. He took his hand: "If you want vanilla, put the chocolate pieces and wrap them in egg rolls."

"Okay, buy two for you."

I have a way to make the ice cream not melt, you can get one for him and eat while strolling.

Gu Ting's eyes revealed a faint smile, leaned over to carefully arrange the collar for him, and patiently waited for Huai Ye to land on Huai Ye to put on the blood pupil for camouflage, and then gave out some breath to help him hide his strength. Taking a step back and looking carefully for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction and led the man off the floating boat.

At any time, shopping is a very exhausting process.

Lu Deng always doesn't care about wearing, but for photographers, matching clothes is a necessary homework.

Under the temptation of ice cream, Gu Ting took it seriously, and Lu Deng also tried to cooperate fully. In addition to stubbornly seeing the stitches, I took two mouthfuls of ice cream iced with blood in the hands of Gu Ting, changed all clothes obediently, and even allowed Gu Ting to take a few photos secretly.

When a commercial street came to an end, it was faint.

"Tiring, do you want to eat something and go back?"

After all, humans are inferior to the blood race, and when they notice that Lu Huaiye's footsteps are slowing down, Gu Ting stops and puts the small prey in his arms, leaning in and asking softly.

Lu Huaiye gently shook his head, held his wrist, and said softly, "Someone."

His mental strength is still stronger than Gu Ting. When he came here, he had noticed that someone was following them.

Gu Ting's remaining power in his body is low, and he looks like a young descendant with a thin bloodline, who can easily be hunted by other blood races.

Unlike Gu Ting's cool and comfortable body, the invasion of chill now reveals a clear evil spirit. Lu Deng frowned, closed the book and raised his gaze, facing the greedy gaze on the street corner.

It was getting dark, and it was time for the blood to begin its activities.

Lu Deng put his hand behind his back without leaving a trace, a thorn pricked out of his cuff, and entangled quietly between his fingers. I was about to cope, but suddenly I was grasped by the cold hands.

At the moment when the hand came up, the thorns in Lu Deng's fingers had softened as much as possible, wrapped in the palm of his hand conscientiously, and pursed his lips to look up at him: "Are you strong enough?"

"Not enough ..."

Gu Ting smiled, shook his hand, and warmly reminded: "Article 5, Chapter 7 of Compulsory One, the descendants of the blood race follow their elders, and under no circumstances are they allowed to go over the elders to take their own shots."

He naturally didn't care about these rules, but once the Secret Service knew that Lu Huai Ye had exposed the filling in front of himself one day, and even he was taken as his own food, he would be ordered to return immediately and be severely punished.

If that's the time, maybe you can't help but find an altar to replenish your strength, break the seal and kill the Secret Service, and force the people back.

The old-fashioned secret services of the Secret Service are not easy to deal with, and as long as possible, Gu Ting still does not intend to have any positive conflict with them.

"It doesn't matter, I don't have enough power, so I will borrow more from you."

Although little is known about the knowledge of the blood race except the set of textbooks passed down, as a photographer with a wide range of knowledge, Gu Ting knows a lot about human life.

If you kiss, you can replenish the energy. If you have more in-depth communication, you will definitely be able to replenish the consumed part.

Looking at the slightly disturbed light in the eyes of the small prey in his arms, Gu Ting picked the corners of his lips, as if he was finishing his hair, and Yu Guang swept over the camera used by the Secret Service for monitoring not far away, leaning over without trace. Stick it in his ear.

"Leave these things to me. You stay and stay with me, can you?

The author has something to say: Regret, just hug, don't touch, move the refrigerator, court: Let's borrow more energy! Yes! !! ≧ (≧ ▽ ≦ *) ノ

System: Mr. Gu does not bite, it is a restrained good vampire q ▽ q

#Alert lifted! #

#He doesn't bite, what else can he do! !! #

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