Chapter 615

Happiness comes too suddenly.

Just now, Fang Yuan was still self mutilated. As a result, he was tired and sweated, but he didn't make any scars on his body, which made him extremely desperate and disgusted with his body.

When he finally thought about it and thought it was good, he inadvertently kicked a foot, but the soles of his feet were cut by the blade.

He hurriedly sat down and examined the wound with his feet, but he fell to the ground with a black bang and didn't know anything.

Want to try to do but can not do, so there is no sign of coming, this is not happiness, what is it?

It's just that this happiness is too bullshit. Why do you give Mr. Fang a psychological preparation? What's the matter if he falls to the ground like a dead dog and faints?

In other words, this kind of happiness hurts self-esteem.

Fortunately, Mr. Fang doesn't care much about self-esteem either before or after amnesia.

After all, in this world, if you want to hold your self-esteem firmly, you have to refuse too many good things.

I don't know how long it took. Fang Yuan slowly opened his eyes. After a moment, he slowly sat up and pulled up his right foot.

The foot's heart was cut by the edge of the stranger's knife.

When he was in a coma, the blood had solidified.

But on both sides of the wound, there were gray meat, which looked disgusting and frightening.

He just sat on the ground quietly, looking at the wound in his foot heart, motionless like a clay sculpture, until the light in the room slowly darkened, he stretched out his right arm, put his wrist on the blade of Modao and slid slowly.

He wanted to see if his invulnerability was still there.

Still there.

In the next few minutes, Fang Yuan tried again and again, and finally found out that except that the skin of the foot heart could not be cut, other places, including the coat of his little brother, could not be cut.

The Yongquan cave in the center of his feet is his lifeline.

And most importantly, even if he stabbed a little blood, it would hurt to death, tearing his heart and lungs, as if all his pain nerves had hit the center of his foot.

It seems that he'd better walk barefoot less in the future, so that he won't fall to the ground with a bang like a stupid goose and start pretending to be dead.

If there are signs of life, maybe my feet can detect it. If there are medical signs, it can show my life.

I've been completely immersed in the dark, but I can see everything around me clearly. I suddenly think of these. If I have the opportunity, I'll go to the hospital for examination.

Although he wanted to scold his mother after hurting himself by mistake just now, he could inadvertently find something similar to normal people. It was worth the injury for him.

Hey, hey, after a giggle, Fang Yuan was in a better mood than before. When he was about to stand up and find a first-aid kit (there are all these things in the hotel room) to bandage the foot heart wound, he found that the wound that looked terrible. When he fell into meditation, he healed himself.

Although the foot heart is the most vulnerable life gate of his whole body, the speed of self-healing wounds surprised him, and left no even a little scar.

"Interesting, really interesting."

Fang Yuan rubbed the soles of his feet and mumbled happily for several times before jumping up from the ground and humming the familiar Katyusha into the bathroom again.

It's the same bath. Now I feel much better than when I took a bath just now.

The water temperature has hardly changed much. The three ducklings and the rose petals are still floating on the water. The only change is the mood of Fangyuan.

He began to lie under the water and fantasize about happiness. In the future, do you want to pretend to be invulnerable -- but forget it. It's better to be low-key, but you don't dare to burn like Lao Tzu when you have a few small money like those upstarts.

Bad manner.

A truly qualified person can always show weakness in front of everyone, dispel others' wariness of him, and get more benefits.

Mr. Fang feels that he is naturally a smart man.

Especially when he put on the clothes carefully selected by Katyusha for him and stood in front of the mirror, looking at the handsome boy inside, he couldn't help falling in love with himself.

I have to say, Katyusha, a little girl, oh, no, she has a good eye for buying clothes for men.

The straight Tibetan blue vertical collar Zhongshan suit not only makes Fang Yuan look too handsome, but also has a bit of aristocratic style from a famous family.

As a result, the beautiful waiter who came to deliver dinner always looked at him from the corner of his eye when setting the tableware. She kept making eyes at him. It was very likely that as soon as Mr. Fang spoke, she would immediately throw herself into her arms.

I'm an aristocrat, so I won't spend time with a beautiful woman with several big black moles on her chest when I'm single -- when the beautiful waitress set up the tableware and was shy and timid, just about to say something, noble Fang smiled, took out a large dollar bill, put it on the dining car, and then gently waved her hand to indicate that she could leave.

"Sir, I can serve you and --"

The waiter, who had been completely fascinated by Fang aristocracy, didn't want to leave like this. After biting his teeth, he picked up a knife and had to sit down and recommend himself to the pillow.

When she picked up the knife, she didn't notice that it was the blade.

The edge of the knife was not too sharp, but it was enough for her to cut the edge of her palm when she was excited.

"Ah!"

The pain of cutting her palm made her wake up like a dream. She gave a low exclamation, quickly let go, and the bloody knife fell on the table with a slap.

"I'm sorry, sir. I, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me!"

After the waiter accidentally cut his hand, those unhealthy thoughts also disappeared, and he hurriedly apologized with a pale face.

At present, the unemployment rate in the United States is so high, especially as a waiter at the New York Hotel, she doesn't want to lose her job because of her mistakes.

Well, even if you lose your innocence (only tonight), you can't lose your job.

Fang Yuan was a noble -- of course, he smiled and shook his head: "it's okay. Just be careful in the future."

The beauty waiter was lost in his "beauty" and cut himself. Fang aristocrat felt that he had the responsibility to express his aristocratic style.

He took out a large note again and put it on the dining car: "beautiful lady, please dress it yourself. I'll clean up the tableware."

The waiter really didn't expect that noble Fang was so considerate to her. At that time, he clenched the two bills and choked excitedly. He couldn't say a word. Only after bending down to thank him one after another, did he push the dining car out.

"Alas, it's true that Lanyan is a curse. It seems that I can't dress so handsome in the future, or I will die. "

After the waiter closed the door, Mr. Fang sighed, then put aside his aristocratic temperament, pulled the plate into his arms and ate like a whirlwind.

To be honest, the catering of New York Hotel is still very good. Although it is not as delicious as Chinese food, it can be regarded as full of color, smell and taste.

In particular, the veal from Alaska is delicate and delicious.

This dinner was also specially ordered by Katyusha for Fangyuan before she left.

Maybe I know that Mr. Fang worked too hard last night. He not only asked him for three people to eat, but also many of them are great tonics -- well, they are good things that can nourish the kidney.

Even exaggerated to get him a deer whip.

Looking at this thing, Fang Yuan naturally sighed again. She felt heartache for Katyusha's impurity. At the same time, she also felt that this thing was really good. It was like chewing cucumbers. After eating, she wanted to have another one.

After the three dined, Fang Yuanxing patted his stomach, looked up at the ceiling and frowned: "why do you always feel like you're not full yet? No, it's not that you're not full, it's that you don't eat something you want most -- what's that? "

When he stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, Fang Yuan looked at his eyes on the ceiling, his pupils narrowed slightly, slowly lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the knife that cut the little hand of the beauty waiter.

The blood on the knife had solidified and turned red and black.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, there will be a disgusting smell of blood.

This is a very normal person's reaction.

Fangyuan was already abnormal -- just as he looked at the blood on the knife and his eyes beat violently for many times, he couldn't stop him from slowly reaching out and picking up the knife.

He wants to -- drink blood.

I've never thought about it. Like a 46 year old bachelor, I saw a lonely young woman in a small lake in the wild mountains. What quality, human nature, don't you want? Get out of here first!

Just like Fang Yuan's face was very ferocious because of her patience, and she couldn't help opening her mouth slowly.

A little fishy, salty and sweet blood, just touching the tip of the surrounding tongue, like an elf that was instantly resurrected, Youdi spread from his tactile nerve to all parts and bones. All the originally quiet cells shouted wildly: I want, I want, I want more!

Bloodthirsty.

In many cases, this word represents the meaning of cruel and savage killing. Its original meaning is to like drinking blood, just like mosquitoes and leeches who live by sucking blood.

And the devil in Western legend, vampire!

"Originally, I became a vampire."

Looking at the very clean knife licked by his tongue, Fang Yuan felt his limbs cold and had the impulse to cry.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him.

How can a good person become a bloodthirsty vampire?

When he saw the blood, no matter how much perseverance he used, he couldn't stop him from sucking blood.

Why didn't he have such a disgusting hobby for more than two months after he woke up?

Don't forget, when he was in the cuckoo chain hotel in Peter Hill, England, he once cut off a person's head with a stranger knife, and the blood gushed like a fountain... Why didn't he have this desire at that time?

At most, he will not vomit like normal people, and still maintain his faint aristocratic style.

It's only dozens of hours before killing Benshan tonight. Why did he become a bloodthirsty vampire?

Fang Yuan was puzzled, very puzzled, and more afraid: he was more afraid of becoming a vampire than when he had not found a life gate that he could be killed.

"Grass!"

Fang Yuan suddenly raised his feet in a rage. When he was about to kick over the table, he stopped again.

He seemed to understand something: just now, my sole was cut and bled.

"Is that so? Drink. Later, please call me a vampire. "

Looking at his right foot, a strange smile slowly appeared on his round face, and the phone on the desk rang.