"Mitsuri, let's go! Ming Ang Ge will take you shopping and to eat delicious food!"
"Okay!"
Lan Mingang took Mitsuri and left the villa, wandering around Tokyo Imperial Capital.
Neither of them knew what was sold nearby; they just walked around.
They bought food when they saw vendors and stopped to play when they encountered people having fun.
On the train in Tokyo Imperial Capital, Mitsuri held various desserts and snacks, eating with great enjoyment.
"So this is a train; it's my first time riding one."
"It's just a bit slow," Mitsuri said, looking out the window at the people moving backward.
Upon arriving at a station, Lan Mingang took Mitsuri's hand and got off the train.
This was the center of the Tokyo Imperial Capital, the most prosperous place in the island nation.
People came and went in an endless stream.
As they walked, Lan Mingang and Mitsuri arrived in front of a clothing store.
After a casual glance, Lan Mingang, who had been leading Mitsuri forward, stopped.
"Ming Ang Ge?" Mitsuri called out to Lan Mingang, who had stopped and was scrutinizing the clothing store.
Looking at the various relatively cutting-edge and luxurious clothes inside the store, especially the mannequins wearing white and black stockings, Lan Mingang said to Mitsuri:
"Mitsuri, let's go, we're going to buy clothes!"
Entering the store, a salesperson came forward to greet them.
"Sir, what would you like to buy?"
"Just pick anything."
Lan Mingang waved his hand and said:
"Bring out all the stockings in your store; I want them all."
"Whether they are black, white, erotic, thigh-high, ankle-high, or over-the-knee socks, bring them all out."
Seeing Lan Mingang's generosity, the salesperson repeatedly bowed and nodded respectfully, saying:
"Sir, please wait a moment; I will pack them for you immediately."
"Ming Ang Ge, why are we buying so many stockings?" Mitsuri asked, puzzled.
Wouldn't a few pairs of stockings be enough?
And what exactly are erotic stockings?
Lan Mingang reached out a finger to wipe away the cream residue from the cake on Mitsuri's lips, put it into his own mouth, and said:
"Hehe, you'll know when we get back home."
After all the stockings were packed and Mitsuri had picked out a few favorite casual outfits, the two walked towards the villa.
The villa was very deserted; Tamayo and Yushiro, the two demons, had tightly shut the courtyard gate and were hiding inside.
They were afraid of being exposed to the sun.
Fortunately, before leaving, Tamayo had given Lan Mingang the key.
Otherwise, they would have had to climb over the wall to get in.
As soon as they entered the foyer, Yushiro reluctantly came out to greet them.
Handing the purchased clothes to Yushiro, Lan Mingang asked:
"Where's Tamayo?"
"Lady Tamayo is conducting research," Yushiro replied.
Last night, after Chacha Maru gave the blood to Tamayo, Tamayo, worried about Lan Mingang's safety, did not conduct the research immediately.
Moreover, in the latter half of the night, because she was eavesdropping, she couldn't calm down all night.
It wasn't until an hour after Lan Mingang and Mitsuri went shopping, and after Tamayo had been teased by Lan Mingang before he left, that she finally calmed down to research Pylos's blood.
Four or five hours had already passed since then.
"Ming Ang, Mitsuri-chan, you're back…"
Tamayo, who had just finished her research, walked out of the study and greeted Lan Mingang and Mitsuri.
"Hm, are you tired?"
Seeing Tamayo's exhausted appearance, Lan Mingang asked with concern:
"Do you want to drink blood? If so, I'll draw some for you now."
Tamayo only needed to drink fifty milliliters of blood daily to meet her basic needs.
This amount of blood was just a drop in the bucket for Lan Mingang.
"Draw some now?" Tamayo looked around the room; there were only two humans, Lan Mingang and Mitsuri, and no one else.
If he were to draw blood now, it would definitely have to be from one of them.
Tamayo quickly refused:
"No, I can't drink your blood."
One was her future husband, the other her future sister; with past precedents, Tamayo would never do something that would harm her husband.
"Why not? This bit of blood is nothing to me."
"My blood is much cleaner than what's outside, and I guarantee the taste is exquisite; one sip will make you unforgettable."
Possessing a Sage's body, Saiyan bloodline, and the presence of Ki within him.
Lan Mingang had absolute confidence in his blood, certain that it would make Tamayo unable to forget it after a single taste.
"Open your mouth!"
Lan Mingang wouldn't allow Tamayo to refuse; he condensed a Ki blade on his fingertip and cut a wound on his arm.
Immediately, an aroma that only demons could smell instantly permeated the entire villa.
Tamayo, who hadn't drunk such high-grade blood for hundreds of years, almost drooled.
Yushiro also stared greedily at the wound on Lan Mingang's arm.
It smelled so good, too good!
Living as a demon with Lady Tamayo for so long, every day he either drank viscous blood with extremely high lipid and sugar content, or blood with viruses, which tasted terrible and had no aroma.
This was the first time he had smelled such fragrant blood.
One drop was stronger than a hundred.
Although he showed a greedy expression, Yushiro did not forcefully step forward to ask for Lan Mingang's blood.
He still had basic morals and self-awareness.
Without allowing Tamayo to refuse, Lan Mingang directly pressed his arm to Tamayo's red lips.
Tamayo, who had initially been hesitant, broke through her defenses after tasting such delicious blood.
She began to suck.
It was very much like a starving ghost rushing to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast and gorging himself.
Lan Mingang watched Tamayo sucking vigorously, expecting her to drink at least one or two hundred milliliters, but he didn't expect her to stop after only about fifty milliliters.
"Why aren't you drinking anymore?" Lan Mingang asked.
Tamayo shook her head and said, "Drinking too much isn't good for your body; fifty milliliters is already enough."