"Ah, 'Mad Body', he is indeed a strong Lost One, but he is too violent, which is not good." "Blood Wind" showed a delicate smile at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his fingers which were so pale that they were almost the same color as the putty on the wall, covered his mouth with slightly exposed sharp fangs, and stretched out his flexible flesh-colored tongue, pretending to lick the blood.
It's true that he is the Cardinal, and it's true that he is a Lost One, but deep down in his heart, his recognition of the vampire identity is higher than any other identity. His desire for blood often makes him lose himself. No matter when, he will maintain the feeling of obsession and intoxication before and after accepting the blood.
This was an action imprinted deep in his genes, a throbbing sensation of crimson blood. As a strong man who had reached Sequence 4, there was absolutely no need for him to conceal himself deliberately because of trouble, or to suppress himself because of the risk of being hurt by having his possible preferences being figured out.
He closed his eyes tightly and twisted his handsome face wantonly as if intoxicated. Almost half a minute later, he woke up from his intoxication and looked at Melinal in front of him again.
"Let's not talk about the 'crazy body' anymore, let's talk about you." Melinal showed a look of strong contempt. She turned her head and looked with her purple eyes at Sai, who was suppressed by the magic power of the "blood wind" and curled up behind Luo Nie, shivering constantly. She immediately felt pity for him.
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