Safiya, who was carried away wrapped in a cloak, began to seriously consider a question - what language were these aliens speaking?
Originally she was very confident that she absolutely could not understand alien language, but from the conversation of that large group of black-clad warriors just now, she actually heard some familiar words!
For example, You, for example, Blood.
Safiya's English listening skills are still quite good, even though her English speaking ability is not as strong.
So, are these vampires English-speaking?
Except for a few words, Safiya still did not understand most of the sentences, and it seemed that their pronunciation and word order were also quite different from English. Could it be that this group of vampires were using a language similar to English? Like Old English with a touch of Latin?
Thinking about this, Safiya unexpectedly developed a sense of affection.
Ah, the language of the Earth. Now, after having disappeared from that planet and drifting alone in the vast universe, to wake up in a strange place and still be able to hear the language of my former home, how touching.
So Safiya, who thought she was a fellow villager, began trying to communicate with this alien being
Can you speak
English?
"I don't feel like dealing with it, Bruch: 'I don't understand what you're saying, don't stick your head out.'"
Because I did not understand, I was unaware and continued with renewed effort. Safiya: 【My name is Safiya.】
"Enough, shut up!"
Bruch finally decided not to tolerate this kind of noise anymore, lifted the cloak to wrap Safiya's entire face and pressed her against his chest, "You have a wound in your mouth, and your breathing will bring out the bloody smell, I don't want to drain your blood right now, so keep yourself hidden and don't come out!"
The man's expression was icy cold, his eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were very sharp, and his tone was fierce. But Safiya, of course, did not understand.
The instinct of a weak animal made her realize from the other party's tone that her life was in danger.
Just like when the other party choked her neck and growled "How dare you bite me", although she didn't understand it, Safiya clearly felt the killing intent of the approaching predator!
She then behaved obediently.
However, as a species that is built on the respiratory system, humans are unable to hold their breath for an extended period of time. Thus, after a brief moment, Safiya, having exhausted the last of the air in her lungs, could no longer bear it and emerged from the water.
This time the effort was exerted too forcefully, the lack of oxygen was really severe. Safiya, who popped her head out, felt dizzy and disoriented, and used every available nostril and mouth to take in as much air as possible, gasping and panting desperately.
Consumed by the sweet scent of blood pulsing in the chest, as a vampire, the other side could no longer resist!
He lowered his head and sealed the mouth of the small creature in his arms, unhesitatingly thrusting his tongue in, the tip gently licking away the scattered blood, then lingering and wrapping around, sucking it all up, the intensity suggesting he might chew and swallow the contents in his mouth.
Safiya began to worry about the safety of her tongue.
But I don't have any teeth, my strength is not as great as others, and I'm not as experienced in biting as others, so Safiya could only open her mouth in fear and wait for the other party to retreat. Unfortunately, whether on the battlefield or in bed, the former general Bruch, who is accustomed to conquering, does not have the habit of sounding the retreat midway. Controlling the black dragon with one hand, and holding the delicious little creature in the other, Bruch's kiss, similar to savoring a dessert, did not stop but only intensified.
The sweet and alluring scent of the other party's blood, permeating to the marrow, caused his pupils to gradually shift towards Fengshi's golden ones, and his fangs slowly extended as he narrowed his eyes, licking them longingly - he wanted more. The moist, sweet, and smooth liquid flowing down his throat, the ultimate indulgence, if only, if only he could sink his teeth in.
