From the moment she kidnapped Erii, she became a roadblock.

[Task Completed]

[Bonus for blocking the way: One-tenth of the target's unnamed bloodline.]

Without hesitation, Guan Luo chose to merge, believing that every bit of improvement in strength was beneficial.

However, Guan Luo underestimated the pain brought about by the increased bloodline concentration. He thought that after the last fusion, he would be able to adapt to this fusion and it would not be so painful.

However, the increase in bloodline concentration did not seem to be the case. The transformation of the body and the erosion of the spirit by the dragon blood had a huge impact on Guan Luo.

pain!

It hurts so much!

The sensations in my body are surging up in waves, a throbbing pain that stretches my bones and blood vessels.

Then he fainted.

When Guan Luo woke up on the sofa, his mind was still heavy.

He propped himself up and glanced at the clock on the wall.

From the moment I sat down to the moment I opened my eyes, less than ten minutes had passed.

I don't know when she got onto the sofa, it was probably Erii who did it.

He tried to clench his fist, and his knuckles made a series of fine cracking sounds. The force with which he clenched his fingers startled him.

Guan Luo opened the panel.

Name: Guan Luo

ID: Contractor 100861009

Level: LV.1

Health: 100%

Mana: 130

Strength: 8 (Continuously increasing due to bloodline influence)

Agility: 8 (Continuously increasing due to lineage influence)

Stamina: 7 (Continuously increasing due to bloodline influence)

Intelligence: 13 (Continuously increasing due to lineage influence)

Charisma: 8

Luck: 1

……

Bloodline: Conviction (Incomplete: One-fifth)

Guan Luo discovered that, apart from intelligence, growth had been reduced, since it had jumped directly from 6 to 11, while the improvements in other aspects had not diminished.

wrong!

The world seemed to become clearer in Hiro's eyes, and the power of words from his bloodline was ready to be unleashed.

The improvement in intelligence was not diminished, but rather increased.

Every 10 points should be a threshold; after 11 points, it should be another world, since one can use the power of words to cut and kill real matter.

My charm has diminished a little...

Guan Luo suddenly realized something: if he acquired all of Erii's bloodline, wouldn't his charm drop to zero?

Charm can't be negative, right?

Wouldn't that become something indescribable?

The rain was still falling outside the window, pattering on the roof and the leaves of the trees in the yard.

Guan Luo could distinguish the sound of raindrops falling on different things.

The air was filled with the earthy smell of rain-soaked soil, mixed with the grassy scent of the old tatami mats inside the house.

He looked down at his hands.

Guan Luo knew that his skin had become smoother, and this hand could now crush a teacup with little effort.

Then he heard the sound of bare feet on the wooden floor, the steps were light but hurried.

Erii's face appeared above Guanluo's head.

The nostrils twitched slightly.

Then he came closer, knelt on the sofa, bent down, and brought his nose close to Guan Luo's collarbone to smell.

Erii reached out and touched Guan Luo's arm with her fingertips. She tilted her head, wondering why Guan Luo suddenly smelled even better after lying down for a while.

"Gurgle—"

Thinking of this, Erii suddenly felt her stomach growl and tugged at Guan Luo's sleeve.

……

It was raining continuously outside the window.

The sound of rain slid down the eaves, hitting the stone steps in the yard and the leaves of the old pine tree.

Layer upon layer, dense and continuous, like the only background sound in the world.

A warm yellow pendant light shines in the kitchen.

The light shone just on the small area around the stove and dining table, then dimmed and disappeared into the rainy night outside the window.

The glass window was covered with a layer of fog, and the street lamp outside was blurred into a hazy yellow spot of light.

Guan Luo stood in front of the kitchen stove, took out noodles from a plastic bag, and also took two eggs and a tomato.

The kitchen is well-equipped with everything, including but not limited to various seasonings and kitchen utensils.

He rinsed the tomatoes under the tap and placed them on the cutting board.

When I picked up the cleaver, I glanced down at the handle and noticed that the blade sank half a centimeter deeper into the cutting board when I was cutting the tomato.

It's not a big deal, but it wouldn't have happened like this before.

After the bloodline is enhanced, controlling the amount of force used in daily life becomes something that needs to be paid attention to.

The water has boiled.

He put the noodles in and stirred them a couple of times with his chopsticks.

The noodles tumbled in the boiling water, white waves rising up and blurring the window above the stove.

The bubbling sound of boiling water mingled with the sound of rain outside the window, making it impossible to distinguish which sound was rain and which sound was noodle soup.

He picked up the egg, cracked it on the side of the pot, and put it into the pot.

The egg white quickly solidifies into white clouds in boiling water, enveloping the yolk inside.

Then he felt that gaze.

His gaze was fixed on Guan Luo's back, quiet and focused.

Guan Luo didn't turn around and continued stirring the noodles in the pot. He knew Erii was watching him.

Erii sat at the dining table, barefoot, with her legs together on the chair crossbar.

She had changed into a white nightgown and was wearing Guan Luo's coat over it, with the sleeves extending far beyond her waist, her fingers tucked inside.

Yes, that's right, Erii knows she should wear clothes.

Although Erii doesn't care much about what clothes she wears, how could she not know this kind of common sense?

Erii had just finished showering, her wet red hair draped over her body.

From the moment she sat down, she kept looking at Guan Luo's back.

She watched him slice the tomatoes into thin slices.

The cleaver made a steady tapping sound on the cutting board, each slice was cut very carefully, so carefully that Guan Luo himself probably didn't even realize it.

Erii watched as he arranged the chopped tomatoes on a plate and pushed them into the pot with the back of his knife.

The movements weren't very skillful.

The moment the tomato chunks hit the pan, the hot oil sizzled and steam billowed up, blurring Guan Luo's profile in the white mist for a few seconds.

Erii's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She suddenly realized that Guan Luo was very impressive.

This is the boy in front of you, standing in front of the stove, who knows when the water will boil and how long to cook the noodles, and can conjure up a hot meal in this small kitchen.

Unlike herself, who knew nothing, Erii buried her chin in her arms.

Guan Luo scooped out the noodles and put them into two bowls.

The tomato and egg topping is placed on top, with red tomatoes, yellow eggs, and white noodles, all steaming hot.

Guan Luo picked up the bowl, walked to the dining table, and placed one of the bowls in front of Erii.

Then Guan Luo picked up the chopsticks, wiped them with a tissue, and then placed them horizontally on the edge of the bowl.

He glanced at Erii and gestured slightly with his chin toward the bowl.

Eat up.

Guan Luo sat down opposite her.

He also placed his own bowl on the table, but didn't touch it.

He turned his face toward the window, as if his attention was drawn to the rain outside.

It's still raining.

The fog on the windowpane thickened, and the streetlights outside became a blurry halo.

In the darkness, it seemed as if a pair of eyes were watching them.

Guan Luo frowned. The Snake Clan?

Raindrops slid down the glass, one after another, like thin silver threads.

Erii picked up her chopsticks.

She tried to pick up the noodles three times, but they kept slipping away. She frowned and opened her mouth a little beforehand, as if waiting for the noodles to finally slip away.

When she finally managed to pick it up, Erii brought the noodles to her lips and blew on them twice.

Small bites, cheeks slightly puffed out.

Because her face was so close to the large bowl, the steam hit her face, and fine water droplets clung to her eyelashes. She blinked.

Then eat it.