After being forced to become a god [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 66

Ji Zhaoming almost choked on his own saliva and coughed heavily, Gu He hurriedly patted Ji Zhaoming on the back to let him calm down.

"Do you remember?" Ji Zhaoming asked in surprise.

Although it was a bit blunt to say so, Ji Zhaoming's cheeks flushed slightly, but the excitement of knowing that Gu He had memories far outweighed the shyness.

But since Gu He has memory, why can't Gu Yunzhou remember?

"Huh? What do you remember?" Gu He was stunned for a moment, and then returned, "Didn't Wang see him before he fell asleep? No, how old should he be? The blood hunter's lifespan is not that long, right?"

Knowing that Gu He had made a mistake, Ji Zhaoming quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, I'm just..."

His eyes turned black, and he saw Gu He's figure turned into several figures, dangling back and forth in front of him.

boom.

Ji Zhaoming grabbed the corner of the table with all his strength, sweat dripping down his forehead, he gritted his teeth, shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel this feeling.

"Wang, are you okay?" Gu He quickly put the plate in his hand on the table, and half-kneeled in front of Ji Zhaoming. He was already much taller than Ji Zhaoming, so even if he half-kneeled in front of him, he could still Seeing Ji Zhaoming's pale face.

Gu He patted Ji Zhaoming's back with one hand, and pulled Ji Zhaoming's hand with the other hand, placing it on the pulse.

Although the vampires are vampires, they still retain some characteristics of human beings.

"Gu, Gu He." Ji Zhaoming whispered.

Gu He: "I'm here, Wang, are you okay?"

Of course Ji Zhaoming didn't feel good.

The heart seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands, as if the heart in the chest could be crushed with just a little more force, Ji Zhaoming's forehead bulged with veins, and he let out a big breath.

"I……"

As soon as the words fell, he fell to the side.

Gu He stared wide-eyed: "King?!"

Before Ji Zhaoming fell into a coma, he saw Gu Yunzhou's original figure facing him.

Ji Zhaoming raised his hand and tried to shake it in Gu Yunzhou's direction, but before Gu Yunzhou ran over, he fell into a deep sleep.

Ji Zhaoming woke up again in exactly the same scene as when he first woke up, locked in a coffin.

A thought suddenly appeared in my mind: Could it be that he died and the system reset the scene for him?

Didn't expect the system to have this feature.

【no. 】

The voice of the system suddenly appeared in Ji Zhaoming's mind. It was obviously just a system, but the voice sounded a little wronged, making Ji Zhaoming wonder if he had made a mistake in his perception.

The system said: [The king will not die. 】

He said categorically, it didn't sound like a rule, but like an obsession, trying to use the most firm words to break Ji Zhaoming is absolutely impossible, and he won't die.

Ji Zhaoming asked: [Then where is it? 】

The system did not continue to answer.

But since he didn't die and didn't come back again, it means that someone sent him back.

Practice makes perfect, although it is strange to say so, but Ji Zhaoming has been able to open his coffin calmly.

The fresh air was drawn into the coffin as the coffin lid was opened. Ji Zhaoming looked at the scenery outside, but it was still pitch black. The curtains tightly covered the windows, making Ji Zhaoming unable to tell whether it was day or night.

Ji Zhaoming shouted, "Gu He?"

"My lord, I'm here." Gu He had been worried for a long time, for fear that something might happen to Ji Zhaoming, and he heard the voice, walked quickly to Ji Zhaoming's side, saw that Ji Zhaoming's face was a little better than before, and said, "It's good that the king is fine."

Ji Zhaoming's head was still a little dizzy: "What happened to me before?"

Gu He got angry when he said this, and glanced back with an unkind expression.

Standing behind him was Gu Yunzhou, motionless like a puppet, only his eyes moved following Ji Zhaoming's movements.

Gu He lowered his voice and whispered, "Your Majesty, don't be picky eaters next time, otherwise...forget it, picky eaters don't matter."

Anyway, with so many people in the blood race, even without Gu Yunzhou, they could still find something fresh and delicious for the king.

Ji Zhaoming blinked quickly: "Picky eaters?"

"That's right." Gu He said, "The king just woke up just when he needed to start something. It's all our fault that we didn't prepare the food for the king."

"Did I... faint from hunger?" Ji Zhaoming asked in disbelief.

Wang just woke up and didn't understand anything. Gu He didn't feel surprised by this problem, but of course it wasn't Wang's problem. Gu He said: "It doesn't count, it's because Wang's body doesn't have enough energy. will fall asleep."

To prevent embarrassment for the king, Gu He specially used the word "sleep", but it can't change the fact that Ji Zhaoming really fainted from hunger.

Ji Zhaoming covered his forehead with his hand, and finally felt the trouble from this identity.

Being hungry all the time is not a solution, but it really makes Ji Zhaoming suck blood, at least he really can't do it when he is conscious.

Seeing Ji Zhaoming's silence, Gu He seemed to have figured out something, and asked tentatively, "Does the king not want to suck other people's blood?"

Ji Zhaoming nodded quickly.

Gu He gritted his teeth: "Where did Gu Yunzhou get such an honor? It deserves the king to treat him like this..."

Ji Zhaoming:?

How did this have anything to do with Gu Yunzhou?He looked at Gu Yunzhou, but saw that Gu Yunzhou was also looking at him, his eyes were full of surprise, and when he met his gaze, Gu Yunzhou turned his face away and avoided it, only the tips of his ears were slightly red.

Because blood princes are more powerful than other blood clans, they need a lot of food, and they are very picky about food, so blood clans often have to prepare a lot of blood slaves.

And when the blood prince does not suck blood for someone, it means that he is willing to give up his ability for this person.

How can an ordinary person satisfy the blood prince's desire for food? This basically means that the blood prince is even willing to fall into a permanent deep sleep.

What's the difference between this and taking your own life?

It's a pity that Ji Zhaoming is not a local, and he can't figure out the logic behind it even after racking his brains.

Gu He didn't want to continue to mention it, and quickly bypassed the topic: "If Wang is unwilling, the kitchen has also prepared some human things. Although it is not as direct as blood to obtain energy, but..."

But since Wang didn't want to be a blood-sucking slave, he could only make do with it first.

Ji Zhaoming's eyes lit up: "Then I will trouble you."

Gu He blushed: "No, don't bother, the king doesn't need to thank you, please wait here for a while, I will come as soon as I go."

Rubbing, people ran away.

After Gu He left the room, Gu Yunzhou said, "Standing all the time, aren't you tired?"

After Ji Zhaoming stood up from the coffin, he didn't even think about finding a place to sit. He was even a little cautious. He looked like a little cub just born from an eggshell. move.

But Ji Zhaoming is not a cub, but the prince of the blood clan, the supreme representative of the blood clan.

Thinking this way in his heart, Gu Yunzhou still asked: "Do you want to sit down and rest for a while?"

Ji Zhaoming shook his head: "When?"

The entire castle is airtight, Gu Yunzhou estimated the time: "Is it 10 in the morning? You slept all day."

Ji Zhaoming walked to the window, stretched out a finger, and slowly opened the curtain.

The sun at 10 o'clock in the morning was just enough time, without the cover of the shady curtain, the light poured into the room, burning Ji Zhaoming's skin.

"Still watching?"

Just after Ji Zhaoming took a few glances, the curtains were drawn again, and when he looked up, he saw Gu Yunzhou walking beside him, pushing back the curtains, and at the same time covered Ji Zhaoming's sight with his hands, and also isolated him from his eyes. The sun outside.

Ji Zhaoming murmured, "I'll look at the sun."

Gu Yunzhou sneered: "I just woke up from a deep sleep, and my ability has not recovered, so I just look at the sun? Doesn't it hurt?"

After being reminded by Gu Yunzhou, Ji Zhaoming gasped and saw that his skin seemed to have been burned, but in the blink of an eye, the burn healed quickly, leaving only a shallow mark.

The wrist was immediately held in the hand, and Gu Yunzhou's body temperature was a little colder than normal people's, but it was just right for the vampires.

Gu Yunzhou repeatedly rubbed Ji Zhaoming's wound with his fingertips, the cold temperature made Ji Zhaoming squint his eyes.

Ji Zhaoming muttered in a low voice, "It's not that I don't want to recover my abilities."

This is a bit ambiguous, after all, he just said that he just wanted to drink Gu Yunzhou's blood.

Gu Yunzhou paused, and stared straight at Ji Zhaoming with a pair of deep black eyes.

Ji Zhaoming tilted his head, his voice was coquettish and sticky: "What are you looking at?"

Gu Yunzhou laughed: "Why do you look like a newborn little blood, no, the newborn little blood will also inherit part of the memory."

Ji Zhaoming looked too clean.

It even made Gu Yunzhou feel that even if Ji Zhaoming took a breath, it would be all right.

Thinking of this, he stopped and glanced behind him.

Quietly outside the door.

Gu Yunzhou's ears moved slightly, quietly listening to the sounds in the castle.

Because of Ji Zhaoming's awakening, the blood race in the castle did not dare to speak loudly, which made it easy for Gu Yunzhou to capture the location of Gu He.

It sounds like food is still being prepared.

That's right, no one thought that what the blood prince wanted to eat the most after waking up was ordinary human food, and the blood family wanted to risk the best in the world to the king.

Gu Yunzhou touched the band-aid on his wound. The blood hunter has a strong resilience, but it was probably because the boy in front of him had ground it with the teeth belonging to the blood clan. Even if he failed to bite the wound bigger, he still A lot of energy has been injected, and the wound has not fully recovered after a day.

Gu Yunzhou sighed deeply inwardly.

Forget it.

Gu Yunzhou peeled off the band-aid, and the sweet smell of blood instantly made Ji Zhaoming stare straight.

Gu Yunzhou put his fingers in front of Ji Zhaoming and made a gesture: "Only a little bit."

You can't let the blood prince not even be able to shine in the sun, wouldn't you be bullied by other blood clans if you speak out.

Ji Zhaoming's pupils stood in a straight line, and he could no longer control himself. He flew into Gu Yunzhou's arms, and without obstruction, he easily touched the wound with his teeth.

Gu Yunzhou tilted his neck, put one arm around Ji Zhaoming's waist, and leaned towards him, so that Ji Zhaoming could take a better drink.

He seemed to be a blood slave willing to sacrifice his life, stroking the hair of the person in his arms with his hands, lowering his eyes, trying to suppress the irritability in his heart.

He is a blood hunter, but not a qualified blood hunter.

Gu Yunzhou bit his lip, and let out a suppressed "huh" in his throat.