Chapter 7

Since I came here, it seems that I haven't tasted blood for a long time. So recently, the body is like a fire, and this burning pain is getting stronger and stronger. As a blood-eating crow family, although you can suck your prey at will, you can't kill at will. I remember asking his father, the old man just said that people's life, old age, illness and death have their own laws. They can't take care of it. This is the rule left in the clan. They are just another different race, repeating the same life every day and chasing their prey. Sometimes it is difficult to suppress the desire for blood, so you have to find the blood source.

Lin Jimian clenched his fist tightly, and his hard nails fell deep into the palm of his hand. The feeling of heart-eating colic made the sharp eyes a little empty and lax, and the originally bright black eyes lost their strange brilliance. I don't know what would happen if my father saw this embarrassing look. The strongest in the blood-eating family has always been proud of having a strong successor. If he saw his son's current appearance, he would probably jump up angrily and beat himself severely.

It's ridiculous to think of the domineering old man and beat himself with his fist. His son is so old that he still owes a beat. But he was never afraid of being laughed at by others, so he followed him and asked him to beat him. Anyway, he never really beat him hard. In fact, his father has loved him very much since he was a child. Even when he beat him, he just pretended, and then coaxed himself to eat something inexplicable. According to himself, it can enhance his physical strength.

I haven't been back for a long time. I've been wandering outside since I caught my last prey. This guy has also been sticking to himself like a fart. Will he want to go back?

Lin Jimian felt that his spirit had become in a trance, and the narciless teacher on the podium in front of him was getting farther and farther away from him, constantly trembling and blurred. I really want to fall down and sleep, maybe it can relieve the unbearable pain and weakness a little.

Seeing the person next to him suddenly lying on the desk, Xiao Ran found the fine sweat on Lin Jimian's forehead. I think it's a little incredible. This person is usually energetic and energetic. So he asked tentatively, "Hey, are you all right?"

"..."

Xiao Ran gently pushed him again. Feeling pushed in the haze, Lin Jimian opened his dim eyes slightly and looked at Xiao Ran.

"What's wrong with you?" This is the concerned gaze of Zhou Yisheng and Liang Ziying behind.

"It's okay. I just want to sleep." After saying this weakly, he lay down again. Zhou Yisheng and Liang Ziying looked at each other in consters.

Xiao Ran observed the changes of the sleeping people on the table from time to time. His face seemed to gradually become better, and the gray and white nails that were half hidden in his sleeves began to return to rosy. Looking at Lin Jimian raising his head and fiddling with his hair and sitting down again, Xiao Ran seemed to be relieved.

After taking a break, I finally gathered a little energy, but I had an unprecedented desire for blood. When Lin Jimian stared at the cyan blood vessels on the back of Xiao Ran's hand, he could no longer turn his eyes, and his arms and neck... It was full of vivid blood. The expansion of desire made his brain hot. As long as he tore open the thin layer of skin, he could drink to his heart's content.

Lin Jimian slowly approached Xiao Ran uncontrollably and smelled the thicker and stronger fragrance of blood, which made him completely forget the current situation. Several pairs of eyes have cast puzzled eyes. Seeing that scene, Liang Ziying's face turned pale red.

A strong sense of oppression is slowly approaching, and the warm breath is on the side of his face. Xiao Ran feels strange. This person is really inexplicable today.

Reflectively pushed Lin Jimian away, "What's wrong with you today? It's strange."

Lin Jimian woke up in an instant and said to his clear eyes, "Oh, my neck is a little cramped." After saying that, he raised the corners of his mouth and left a beautiful smile. Xiao Ran looked at this man doubtfully.

Now I can't stay next to this person. His blood is too powerful. So he stood up and walked out of the classroom with more doubtful eyes. That classmate is still in class..." The teacher shouted on the podium.

Xiao Ran's faint expression began to appear in his mind. He quietly waved the brush in the studio, and then his face began to soften. He was quiet and persistent. No matter how complicated the outside world was, he could not interfere with him. He just guarded the deepest pure land of his heart alone. What if you treat this person as usual? Thinking of the body that drained blood, it was as pale as a piece of paper, lifeless, motionless, and there was nothing I could do. This is not suitable for this person!

Lin Jimian stood against the guardrail on the roof. The autumn breeze was blowing, and his mind was completely clear. The scenery in the distance is unobstructed, and the bustling appearance is covered with a quiet undercurrent. The wind is mixed with a familiar fragrance, which has been smelled before, but it is not as strong as it is today, not from Xiao Ran. Lin Jimian was released, and his eyes turned black and bright, as if he saw the prey that was now in front of him. The burning evil fire ignited in his pupils, and a smile bloomed quietly on his face like a strange orchid.