It was odd for him, to see a younger version, of Khan.
This one was different, his emotions existed more clearly, almost like someone with a heart beat.
If the blood and the smell wasn't so familiar, Feng Jie would've made sure his insides burned at the fire, while being burned at the stake, neatherfire, so the wounds wouldn't healed.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's hard to believe your the same person. Your sense of humor isn't filled, but instead exists."
"You've met me before?"
"It's not like your a dog, you'll live long. For why you lived so long, I still can't get the answer out of you, after all these years."
"You act like you know me?"
"I know you very well. You can't last more then seventeen rounds in the bed, about ten of them, your on top and I'm on the bottom, you have two scars, on your back, the left side, and another on your side near your cock. You love stealing my jello, and your habit of wearing glasses after we're done fucking is odd…I've expected it over the years."
"Zhuren…"
"You say that with such a straight face, how interesting."
"Your eyes, have they always been such a blue color?"
Slam!
"Brother Khan—-who is this hussy?"
"Brain-dead, flat chested. Blond hair, oh—-seems like, you've been sleeping with a scumbag. A bitch and scumbag, how fitting indeed."
"How dare you?"
"A little goddess, thinks she scare me? I maybe be a vampire, but I've been around long enough. Besides, compared to Aria, you don't scare me at all."
Slam!
"Who's Aria?"
"Our son's godmother."
"Godmother?"
"Long story for another time."