Looking at the pure-blooded ancestors on the spot, Lu Deng pursed the corners of his lips, a smile flickered at the bottom of his eyes, and he suddenly turned bright.

The sound of the rain thinned, and the rising sun broke through the gaps in the overcast clouds, jumping into the green forest washed by rain, reflecting the gorgeous golden awns in the residual rain accumulated between the leaves.

The showers in the morning came hurriedly, but the rain stopped only in a blink of an eye.

With the sun, the power in Lu Deng's body instantly filled, and the blood stain on the lips disappeared instantly.

The pure-blooded ancestors who were not close to each other still sat down in despair, stiff as if they were really petrified.

Worried that the sun would burn the other person, Lu Deng raised his hands to make the branches and leaves on the head denser, raised his hands to climb his shoulders, and the arms behind him were immediately protected in time.

It still doesn't seem thorough enough.

Lu Deng smiled, relaxed and leaned against his neck, squinting lightly, squinting his eyes and sticking them.

When he jumped down, the blood was exhausted, and the top of his hair was stained with rain, and it stuck to his neck, spreading the wet coolness.

Gu Ting stunned, and quickly took off the thick cloak used to hold the cool, covered the person from head to toe, and wiped off the water vapor: "Is it cold?"

"not cold."

To meet his gaze, Lu Deng narrowed his eyes and shook his head, letting him wipe his hair for himself, which pot would not be opened if he wanted to: "What punishment?"

...

Failing to get over it, Gu Ting's arm stiffened, completely retracting the full set of mighty canine cloaks and rubbing people into his arms. I was about to turn the page forcibly to meet those moisturizing black eyes, but my mind suddenly pulled together.

The clear black eyes, which have not changed much, seem to be different.

Suddenly forgetting what he was going to say, Gu Ting embraced him, and met the eyes of Lang Che, who seemed to come straight from the bottom of his heart, raised his hand to touch Wen Xuan's eyebrow, gently stroked, and moved away Forehead hair.

That's fine.

Seeing that he stopped suddenly, Lu Deng moved between his arms, and there was a warm doubt in his black eyes.

Gu Ting just shook his head with a smile, spread out the thick cloak on the grass, and held him down.

The button was lightly relieved, and the kiss fell down finely. Lu Deng breathed lightly, but only relaxed again, groped to shake his hand, and opened his mouth very lightly.

Gu Ting leaned down, his little prey's eyes were full of relaxed and trusting warmth, and the warm air flow tapped in his ear, protesting half-truth: "The punishment is heavy ..."

His chest was full of joy, and Gu Ting bowed his head to his neck, carefully confirming that no tooth decay had occurred, and took a bite in his neck: "No, it's just right."

Lu Deng pleaded guilty, lying relaxed on the cloak, his eyes bent, and raised his hand to unlock his straight neckline.

The entire forest is providing him with strength, and his body has warmed up. The warm fingertips touched the cold skin, and Gu Ting's chest tightened slightly. He leaned down and asked in silence, "Can you ... focus on punishment again?"

To meet his pupils that had turned dark red, Lu Deng smiled lightly, untiedly unbuttoning the remaining clothes buttons, bent his body with his elbows, and leaned forward to embrace them.

The heartbeat echoed between the two chests, Gu Ting's pupil deepened, and finally raised his hand to release the black mist, and put everything into the quiet darkness.

The bird's song in the forest was quiet for a moment, and then it rejoiced again.

It was three months after Fang Yi received the invitation.

Although it is not thought that two people were so easy to have an accident, after all, no one can see a dead person. After a fruitless search of the entire forest, and Lu Huai Ye ’s communication instrument also completely lost his response, the Secret Service made a death decision and cancelled Lu Huai Ye ’s agent status.

Kang Yan was dealt with seriously. Not only was he dismissed and investigated, but his power nuclei were completely destroyed. He will probably spend the rest of his life in prison. Thanks to his blessings, the public's opposition to the Secret Service surged higher and higher, and the council continued to rotate for three months. The members of these special operations groups saw their righteousness everywhere, and finally managed to keep the crumbling reputation reluctantly.

When any organization is unreasonable, there are always people who are trying their best to change, and they want to change.

The Peaceful Coexistence Bill has been revised and retested, and it is still in trial operation, and many new provisions may be added in the future. The old, stubborn old men resigned one after another, everything is gradually changing, but it still takes time.

Although happy to see such developments, as the leader of the special group and the new deputy director of the Secret Service, when he was too busy to get back, he received a leisurely afternoon tea invitation, and confirmed that the invitation was sent from After all these busy culprits, Fang Yi was almost unable to resist the urge to open the shredder directly.

Considering that he failed to pass the blood race synthesis, Fang Yi turned off the paper shredder again, bought five catties of Mao Xuewang, and looked for it according to the invitation.

Gu Ting's villa belongs to the blood race. Even if the owner disappears, humans have no right to seize it. Fang Yi had a trip shortly after the accident. At that time, the impression was still depressed. This time, he was startled again by the vitality of the primitive jungle.

"Deputy Director Fang, long time no see."

Tall blood ancestors wore overalls, with gardening shears and chainsaws thrown aside, squatting in the courtyard and lighting a fire, beside them were a bunch of good-looking meat skewers.

The congenital condition of the blood race is always better than that of humans. Gu Ting has wide shoulders and long legs, and he wears ordinary work clothes, which also reveals a clear and eye-catching brilliance.

Thinking of his work in the human world, Fang Yi regretted in his heart for a moment that the other party could not leave an image. Silently erased the idea of ​​tasting macarons with black tea in an elegant and casual English-style courtyard. When he went to the countryside, he crouched down, pointed at the fire, and asked carefully, "Afternoon tea?"

"Huaiye wants to eat. I'll try to figure it out."

Just mentioning the name, the pure-blooded ancestors revealed undisguised softness, raised their hands to test the temperature on the fire, and threw a bunch of dark flames into it.

Hearing Lu Huaiye, Fang Yi still couldn't help raising some concerns: "How is he ... okay?"

For the blood race, it was possible to escape from such a violent collision. But Lu Huai Ye is a human being after all, and the explosive force at such a cost has spawned the forest, maybe there will be leftover sequelae that are difficult to solve.

When Lu Huaiye just disappeared, there were some speculations about whether he was first embraced by the blood, but in the eyes of the kebabs, such speculations did not seem to be true.

Meeting his worries and words, Gu Ting raised her eyebrows slightly, raised her lips, clapped her hands, and deliberately answered vaguely: "After taking a nap, I'll take a look. Deputy Director Fang can help Shall I bake it? "

Deputy Director Fang was very busy, but as long as he thought of his kinship, he still sighed with appointment and took the kebab and sat down.

At least I still remember that the taste of the blood race is different from ordinary people. Although the other party wears many strings diligently, the taste and taste are still cause for concern. Fang Yi didn't say anything in front of Gu Ting. When he saw him leave, he carefully roasted a bunch and prepared to remedy in time according to the taste.

The flame temperature of the blood of the blood race was just right. After a while, the golden oil grilled on the skewers was brightened. Fang Yi took a careful taste and suddenly looked surprised.

good smell.

The saltiness is just right, the meat is rich and marinated just right. Fang Yi couldn't hold back, and grilled another bunch into his mouth, thinking about the abnormal situation in front of him.

The shish kebab is so delicious.

Leaving work for Fang Yi, Gu Ting went back to the bedroom with ease, and the people in the bed were still in the warm and clean bedding, still sleeping soundly.

The visit by Deputy Director Fang evoked the memories of that day, looking at Lu Huaiye who was sleeping soundly in the sun, Gu Ting raised the corners of his lips, walked lightly, covered his body to hold people, and bite on his earlobe Took a sip.

Lu Huaiye slept soundly, and passed his hand staggeringly.

The white arm was handed in front of her unsuspectingly, the smile on Gu Ting's face was slightly stagnant, the body moved backward without any trace, holding the hand, the lips touched the fingertips, and rubbed and kissed.

Lu Huaye was opened by his eyes, and his shape was reflected in the moist black eyes, and he coughed, his eyes faintly smiling.

"Don't bite today?"

Gu Ting was not guilty. He hugged the person and froze around the neck of the small prey waiting for his mouth: "I wore skewers, didn't I want to eat the past two days? Deputy Director Fang helped roast below, we I'll probably eat it when I go down. "

Unwilling to annihilate life into the night, Gu Ting completed the initial transformation at the altar. The two lived in seclusion for three months before returning to this villa shortly.

The transformation of the altar is actually just a simulation of human vitality, allowing the vampire to "resurrect" and regain breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature, but it will not affect the power belonging to the blood race. It is for this reason that although food can be imported from both sides, he still can only provide power by sucking blood.

For Gu Ting's attempt to **** blood, Lu Deng has always held a firm encouragement and will try to feed him when he finds an opportunity. It is a pity that the pure blood ancestors with full theoretical scores still cannot overcome the shadow of repeated failures. Until yesterday, they could not successfully bite the small prey's arm out of the perfect round hole.

Lu Deng Renjun nodded, leaning against his warm arms, and yawned lightly.

I changed my painting last night. It was not until the sky became bright that I finally felt a little satisfied. I went to bed and only slept for a few hours.

Originally when Gu Ting was able to hold some spirits, now even the embrace became warm and the sun was just right, it was even harder to open his eyes.

Gu Ting couldn't bear to wake him up, cramming people in his arms, and slowly patted his back with one hand, and his lips were intimate at the corners.

The first painting Lu Deng painted for him was left on a sightseeing boat, but he couldn't bring it out. He later tried to find it, but the sightseeing boat was already completely destroyed in the second explosion.

The new painting stands at the corner of the house, and started to write from the altar. His current body can only leave a shabby shadow in the camera. Lu Huaiye drew both of them together, but only the back of the hand, the dark colors cascading in the background spread out, but the end is clear and warm. Sunshine.

Gu Ting actually thought that the painting was very good, but Lu Huaiye still revised it from time to time. In the latest strokes, he just completely outlined the **** rose in the dark.

Coaxing people to sleep in the morning, it is really early to get up at this time. Feeling that the body in his arms gradually relaxed and his breathing became uniform again, Gu Ting smiled helplessly and lowered his head and pecked twice: "Deputy Director Fang is below, he is a little worried about you, let him see it is good?"

"Is Deputy Director Fang here?"

Vaguely remembering the existence of the protagonist, Lu Huaiye broke free from drowsiness and rubbed his eyes: "I remember he was very busy recently ..."

"It's very busy, but he still wants my focus. He won't miss it."

Gu Ting held his hand, soaked the soft cloth towel in the warm water prepared, wiped his face, carefully looked back for a while, raised the corner of his lips with satisfaction, and kissed up again: "Go Let's go down. "

The clothes on the body are casual styles at home, and it is not surprising to wear them out. However, after a visitor came to visit, Lu Deng touched a suit and changed it. He washed his face and lifted his spirits, and regained his hand.

Gu Ting smiled, turned the bell around his neck, took him downstairs, and solemnly whispered: "I wore it all morning and cut it with branches in the garden, which is cleaner than outside. The meat is marinated ... "

He said something irrelevant, and Lu Deng looked up and listened carefully. Meeting the expectations in the black eyes, Gu Ting couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, put a kiss on those eyes, straighten his collar, walked out of the villa briskly, but he suddenly stopped.

In the courtyard, Deputy Director Fang has disappeared without a trace. Five kilos of Mao Xuewang are on the ground, and a folded canvas is pressed.

When the wind blew, the canvas unfolded. On the side of the ship's side, a figure has been drawn into a complete outline, standing in the afterglow of the setting sun, waiting to be detailed.

The hill-like kebabs have disappeared without any trace, and there is only one wooden pole left, spelling a huge "Xie" character.

Meeting Gu Ting's unbelievably wrong look, Lu Deng finally couldn't help but chuckled and hurriedly, picked up the canvas quickly, carefully closed it, and patted him comfortably.

"It doesn't matter, let's grill again together-not to lie to you, I almost sold skewers at first, or suddenly changed my mind ..."

"Okay, retake the exam ..."

Gu Ting calmed down for a while, then retracted his arms and nodded, and whispered a word, but his pupils had quietly turned dark.

Deputy Commissioner Fang still failed the comprehensive blood test.

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