Keep a vampire as a pet!

Chapter 11: Taking Families to Class

Yes, the brat who had saved Cynthia's life and emerged from the egg was a vampire, and a vampire who stood at the top of the pyramid. But that was before he turned into a brat. Now this little body, any random person from the Bloods could crush him.

Those who wanted to usurp the throne of the elders also did not get any good, spent a lot of effort to get Alan out of the sleeping place, and spent a lot of effort to cut holes in his chest, and was about to crush his heart, but in the end, the rest of the royalist faction rushed to, and Alan quietly came to the world of man under the protection of his own origin power.

Now the blood tribe is in chaos because of the loss of the blood emperor, all the blood tribes are divided into three factions, the royalist faction, the reactionary faction, and a neutral faction, the neutral faction is not concerned about their own, while the royalist faction and the reactionary faction are in a deadlock, both want to kill each other.

Both sides are searching for the Blood Emperor, the guy who is now lying in bed and biting his finger.

The bats that flew into Cynthia's house last night were no ordinary bats, they were the minions sent by those reactionary elders who extracted part of their own power. Seeing that Alan was degraded like this, he thought that he could take care of him, but who knew that he had sucked Cynthia's blood before, and his body had stored up some energy, so he was not easy to deal with.

After Alan's full power strike, those bats are also resting, plus they were scared by Cynthia's home run and all of them ran away.

But they had a head start on the royalists finding Alan, and they weren't going to give up that easily!

Cynthia didn't realize what she'd gotten herself into, and was picking at the cracks in the floorboards, crumpling up the formula as she did so, cursing Alan from head to toe before she felt better.

Hearing Alan's call, Cynthia had a jolt of excitement, threw down the rag and jumped up from the floor, running straight to the bedroom, shouting as she ran, “Grandpa, what do you want to do again?”

Entering the door, she found Alan scaring his way to the bed in such a hurry that it looked as if Cynthia hadn't come in just in time, he could have crawled to the floor himself.

“What's wrong?” Cynthia asked in confusion as she couldn't figure out where he was going.

“Shh!” Alan reached out and pointed in the direction of the bathroom, a sound escaping his lips.

Cynthia instantly realized, “Oh, this guy drank too much milk and wants to let go of the water”.

Wait, want to pee? Ouch, hurry up hey! The child's bladder capacity is not enough, it is not possible to say that later will be full out, she do not want to mop the floor and still have to wash the bed sheets.

Hands and feet to carry people to the toilet, carry to the toilet above, skimming the head, “Nah, well, hurry up and pee.”

Although Alan was still young, although she had seen it several times in the past few days, but, right, a gentleman still has to talk about impoliteness, ah.

After a bit of pattering, Cynthia put buying diapers on the agenda. Alan is usually naked at home all day long, not to mention walking the birds, what if he really can't hold in the water one day?

Cynthia grabbed her small wallet, which had been getting thinner and thinner over the past few days, and headed out to, well, buy diapers.

She left the house in a frenzy and came back with a wilt.

Cynthia wanted to scream to the heavens that prices were skyrocketing in this world! I can't live anymore!

Cynthia puts Alan's diaper on, turns on her computer, and starts hopping around the job boards, asking for money! She wants money money money!

The little purse wasn't losing weight anymore, it was losing weight! Now just like malnourished African refugees, thin do not want.

Sneaking around the internet, either the ones too far away or the ones nearby are all hiring full-time.

Cynthia nibbled on a cookie and thought about taking a look around the neighborhood tomorrow. There are a lot of small stores and part-time jobs around the university town.

With no money left, she could only cut back on expenses. She relied on cookies for lunch and dinner, and spent the rest of the evening trying to figure out how to cut back on expenses, and by the time she went to bed, she hadn't even thought about how to accommodate Alan tomorrow.

In the morning Cynthia was woken up by the alarm clock, last night Alan did not do anything, fell asleep, but only for the first four hours of sleep, and then a few hours he could not sleep, open eyes until dawn.

Cynthia turned off the alarm clock, raked her hair and drifted sleepwalking to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and washing her face. Walking out of the bathroom, Cynthia was dumbfounded when she saw Alan on the bed, trapped under the covers.

Ohygod! She had forgotten about business.

It was a school day, yet where was Alan going to be mailed?

She couldn't leave him home alone, yesterday afternoon was a bloody lesson. Cynthia had no doubt that Alan would tear the house apart if she left him alone.

While preparing breakfast for Alan and herself, Cynthia pulled out a lot more hair and finally decided to take Alan to class.

Oooh, she'd put up a fight to keep the house from being torn down! Carry a bigger bag today and stuff him in it.

“You're coming to school with me in a few minutes, so be a good girl and get dressed or I'll leave you home alone, you hear me?” Cynthia took the only complete set of clothes close by, threatening the kid as she did so, just in case he ruined them again with a wave of his little hands.

Understanding Cynthia's words, Alan obediently put on his clothes, drank his milk, and was put into an oversized backpack by Cynthia to go out the door.

Before stuffing the man into the backpack, Cynthia didn't forget to warn him, “Stay put, don't move, and don't get out of the bag.” And then with a slit for the bag exposed it was out the door.

Having dawdled at home, she was a few minutes later than she usually left the house, and she had to speed up to get to class.

In her haste to get there, she didn't pay any attention to the movement behind her.

For the first few minutes after being stuffed into Cynthia's backpack, Alan was able to obey and not move, but behind him he couldn't hold it in, the place was so cramped and dark he didn't like it at all.

Looking up at a bright light shining in from above, Alan couldn't hold it in any longer, puffing and puffing, he stood up and painstakingly flicked the zipper to one side as a furry black head burst out of Cynthia's book bag.

The fresh air made Alan inhale comfortably and deeply, lazily closing his eyes and resting his head against the backpack, which shifted and swayed with Cynthia's steps, and Alan fell asleep.

“Eh eh, look, is there a kid in that girl's backpack?”

“Really eh! I thought it was a doll!”

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Wherever Cynthia passed by, there were all these discussions, and the person in question didn't have such good ears that he didn't hear the other people's comments, and at most, he just felt that the people around him were looking at him a little bit wrong.

It was only when Cynthia walked into the building that she realized she had brought her family to class, and carefully removed the backpack from behind her, when she saw the head with the dorky hair sticking out of it, she felt bad.