Arecio ate his meal more slowly than ever before, and halfway through, he raised his head.

"or……"

"What?" The saint looked in his direction, his tone was calm and calm.

Arecio tightened his grip on the spoon in his hand. The psycho behaved quite normally, as usual, but it seemed strange that he cared about taking off his clothes. The psycho had always been very persistent, and if he refused at this time, he would definitely be questioned.

How should he explain?

...Actually, I might have a slight crush on you?

No! Impossible! Even if Theo was run over by a carriage eight hundred times! He would never say such a thing!

The spoon twisted in his hand. Aresio was startled and quietly balled up the spoon completely and held it in his palm.

"How about..." he said in a hurry, "How about I add more pepper?"

"...You make your own decision on this kind of thing."

Witty! So witty! Arecio frantically shakes the pepper into the bowl. He is really a clever little guy who adapts to circumstances. He will definitely not expose anything this time. He still has half a bowl of soup to mentally build himself up.

"Have you finished your drink?" The psycho, who had always been very patient, actually started to urge him, "You have been drinking a bowl of soup for more than half an hour. Did you add too much pepper?"

He was indeed right, because Arecio responded with several sneezes.

He went to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water and brought it out to Arecio. The vampire took the carrot cup and struggled to hold back a sneeze. The corners of his eyes turned red, and he drank a few sips of water before he could survive.

But the next second——

"What's that in your hand? A spoon?"

"…used to be."

"..."

Lucius confiscated the small iron ball and put it into his pocket without leaving any trace. Then, he faced the tense Arecio and showed a little smile.

"So, shall we begin?"

There was no light on in the main hall, only a slight light from the restaurant. The platinum-blond saint lowered his eyes and slowly took off the home coat. The loose collar could not cover the line of his collarbone. He

It was like a sword being unsheathed by itself. Before this, Arecio would never have imagined that one day, his old enemy would unarm himself in front of him, even exposing his fatal shoulder and neck.

He even smelled a faint scent of blood, and the beautiful taste of the past emerged from the depths of his memory. Arecio showed his fangs uncontrollably, and he had to raise his hand to cover it.

"You...have wounds on your body?"

"Well, I'm practicing my new flower knife when cutting vegetables."

Your bridal classes are really up to date!

Arecio seriously suspected that this psychosis was intentional. He resisted the desire to bite the side of the opponent's neck and bit his lower lip with his fangs. The slight pain helped him concentrate. But even if he endured it, he would not say anything.

Lose the battle.

"Aren't you afraid that I will bite you? Just bite your neck and break it in one bite!"

The saint chuckled softly.

"The Vampires are not trolls. They don't have that kind of bite force. Not to mention, your fangs seem to be shorter than those of ordinary Vampires."

"Shut up! Don't say anything short!"

Arecio became angry. He looked around and picked up an apple from the fruit bowl.

"Watch it!"

He demonstrated a stunt. With just one bite, his four fangs were perfectly embedded into the apple. As long as there were no violent movements, the apple would never fall off. This just shows that his fangs are still very long.

!

However, when he finally calmed down, he saw the psycho looking at him expressionlessly.

Arecio bit the apple numbly, and he could read many things from his insane eyes, such as doubt, pity, surprise, and...

"You made me laugh." Psycho asked his opinion sincerely, "Can I laugh?"

Can't!

Arecio finally heard the sound of the string breaking in his head again.

He sneered, and actually took the initiative to approach the saint. In the dimness, his dark rose eyes gradually glowed with the unique glimmer of a dark creature that loves darkness. He grabbed the old enemy by the collar and pulled him

He pushed him down on the sofa, and the shadow cast by the vampires completely enveloped Lucius.

"I forgot to ask, how was your last experience?" The vampire asked softly in his ear, "Is it..."

"Bliss?"

Not only did Arecio remember the taste of Lucius's blood, but Lucius also remembered the bone-crushing feeling at the moment when he was touched by the vampire's fangs. His eyes sank slightly.

The long chain slipped out of his cuffs and slowly wrapped around the back of the vampire who was suppressing him.

"Because you can't forget that feeling, you're provoking me again, hoping I'll bite you again?"

The long chain gradually tightened, Lucius squinted his eyes, saw the vampire above him showing its pointed fangs, and smiled.

"This is a good thing that is mutually beneficial. Why don't you just say it?"

He pulled the saint up and breathed close to the side of the saint's neck. Lucius felt a breath brushing against the exposed side of his neck, as if the vampire was opening his mouth, and the slightly pointed fangs were about to touch his skin——

Lucius's pupils shrank suddenly. As long as Arecio was exposed to his blood and showed drunkenness, his long chain would...

"...Hmm, this is the cross of thorns?"

The expected slight pain and boundless bliss did not come. Arecio's consciousness was very clear. He held his shoulder and looked at the tattoo on his right shoulder in a difficult position. He looked at the tattoo for a while and suddenly realized that he was mentally ill.

After being silent for a long time, he tilted his head.

"What? Do you really think I will bite you? Don't worry, even though you are always angry with me, I can't bite you."

"..."

This vampire, who has no sense of aesthetics at all, seems to regard biting as a form of punishment and a means of hostility.

The long chain quietly shrank and hid under the sofa. Lu Qiwusi was silent for a while, and suddenly heard Arecio say in surprise:

"Are you sure this tattoo is called the Cross of Thorns? The full name? Is there any other name?"

"...Why do you ask this?"

Arecio then stretched out his hand and touched the tattoo with his fingertips. He felt the muscles under his hand tense suddenly and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"Don't be nervous, I'll point you to the location, here..."

"There's another bird."

……bird?

Aresio nodded affirmatively, "The cross is below. I have seen some totems in the temple. The thorns should have been wrapped around the cross, right? This is different for you. The thorns are still there, but they are spreading out from the cross.

Tangled a bird."

"The bird looks familiar..." Arecio thought he must have seen it somewhere. "It smells like an oriental totem, and the style is very similar."

"...Qizhi?" Lucius gave a guess, which made Arecio immediately think of it.

"Yes, Qizhi, I have seen this flying shape in some travel notes."

After seeing the tattoos, now there are even more questions. Lucius was sure that he only had cross thorn tattoos when he was in the temple. The extra perch pattern could only appear later. But why did it appear, and why did it appear alone?

Only this pattern appears, and it is still unknown.

Lucius had a vague premonition that the answers to these mysteries lay in his lost memory.

Arecio was still observing the tattoo at a difficult angle, and Lucius handed over the notebook and pen.

"Draw it down for future study."

"..."

"...It seems to be a bit difficult for you."

Arecio glared at him, and then suddenly realized his current posture...

He knelt on the lunatic's lap and held his shoulder with one hand. The lunatic was probably afraid that he would fall over. He held a pen and paper in one hand and held his waist with the other. When Arecio realized this, he quickly

Plexus neurosis broke out of my arms, and the tips of my ears were still a little hot.

"Then... just look in the mirror and draw by yourself tomorrow."

He forgot about the bitten apple he put on the low table and went straight upstairs. The crazy man suddenly made a sound, which surprised him.

"Remember to close the window before going to bed."

He breathed a sigh of relief, responded, returned to his room, and threw himself on the bed.

In fact, it was almost... he was almost biting it... maybe more than that...

In the darkness, he reached out his hand and gently touched his fangs.

Just now, in a flash, he actually——

I want to give the crazy [first love].
To be continued...