Villains have special death skills

Chapter 112 Interview with the Vampire at Night: Where Are We Going, Dad ([-])
He abandoned his soul and sold everything to the devil, just to keep his youth forever, and let the vicissitudes and sins of the years be borne by the portrait.

——[Comprehensive British and American] "Hello, Vampire"

At the end of the street there was the clatter of horseshoes again, and the fire attracted all her attention. After she was captured and boarded the carriage, she fell into the boundless darkness, and a familiar smell of darkness and decay permeated the tip of her nose.

When Su Shunqing woke up, the sound of horseshoes was no longer in her ears. She was lying on a big white bed, the air was filled with the smell of incense, and the surrounding candlesticks were burning brightly, illuminating the room brightly, like daytime. .

"Are you awake?" A handsome young man in a black-bottomed red-patterned bathrobe came out from behind a door, holding a goblet of bright red liquid in his hand, his skin was very fair, not like It is as pale and transparent as a vampire, but it is an inherent bright white, which reminds people of the pure whiteness of milk for no reason.

However, his appearance is not pure and flawless at all.

His hair is short khaki hair, his eyes are gray, and under the reflection of the candlelight, they are refracted into a moist brown color. Spring wave.

The little girl with blond hair on the bed tightly grasped the sheet under her body with her fleshy little hands, and then secretly let go after a while.

"Who are you?" Her clear and soft voice echoed in this empty room. The room was so big that she couldn't see the edge. The complex and magnificent murals are pictures of angels playing.

It is strange that a person who is full of the breath of death has a special love for heaven in decoration. This may be the desire of every darling who is in darkness, and only in darkness can he long for light.

The night gave you a pair of black eyes, but you use them to find the light.

"My name is Dorian Gray." Dorian sat on the edge of the bed, his slender white hands looked very attractive in the dim yellow candlelight, the dark red blood in the goblet formed a sharp contrast with his white hands Compared.

She smelled the sweet scent of blood, which is the innate instinct of vampires, and she was a little thirsty and hungry.

"Can you give me a cup?" Her clear green eyes stared longingly at the blood contained in the goblet, she swallowed calmly, and the little hand hidden under the quilt subconsciously grasped the sheet .

Dorian smiled. When he smiled, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and slightly raised. Although this smile made him look extremely handsome, even suave, but this three-point smile did not go deep into the bones, but it made people sweat for no reason .

Anyway, Su Shunqing was always on guard against this handsome young man named Daolin. There was a kind of person who was born with a dangerous aura, and vampires were a little more sensitive to danger than ordinary people.

Dorian didn't speak, and handed her the goblet directly. She hesitated for a moment, but still took it. She was a little eager to drink, and the hunger conveyed by her body made her need to eat urgently. She drank the glass in one gulp. There is not even a drop of the deep red in it.

"Where is this place?" She held a goblet about half the size of her cheek in both hands, and asked a little awkwardly.

Dorian stretched out his hand and took the goblet out of her hand as a matter of course, and he only answered her question when he turned to leave - "England, London."

England, London, the Victorian era, a booming and prosperous era, whether it is literature or handicrafts, is in the process of vigorous development, reaching its peak.

As Dorian went out through a secret door, a brightly colored watercolor portrait hung on the wall for a brief moment, and her mind flashed through Dorian's black-and-red-striped bathrobe, and she didn't notice it for a while. Something is wrong.

In London, it’s a no-brainer. Now that we’ve met Dorian Gray, meeting Frankenstein and Mr. Holmes is also expected. I’m really looking forward to it.

The main task assigned by Lingyou is to arbitrarily complete the redemption of a main character. She must at least observe and analyze each of these main characters in secret before making a final decision. Anyway, Lester and Louis are excluded by her, which is too difficult. Yes, Lester is like a black mist, the closer you get to him, you will find yourself getting lost on the way to find him, she resolutely gave up.

The same goes for Louis, he and Leicester are essentially the same in a certain way.

As for Dorian Gray, it remains to be seen, but her intuition tells her that this person's mind is also buried too deep, and he is hiding some shocking secret.

Everyone has a past to hide, and Dorian is no exception.

When Dorian appeared in front of her again, he changed into a formal suit. To be honest, Dorian was the first young man she felt that the dark purple shirt matched his complexion very well. He was wearing a black vest and a tuxedo of the same color. He didn't wear a tie, but let a button or two be undone unrestrainedly, revealing his fair chest.

Some people have said that the buttoned up to the top is mensao abstinence, while deliberately unbuttoning one or two buttons is to express his unrestrained desire to be touched by others, and Dorian is obviously the latter.

Dorian held a neo-rococo style black skirt and a black top hat in his hand.

During this period, the gorgeous and exquisite neo-rococo style was popular in the upper class, unlike the sweet puff sleeves of the rococo style in New Orleans, the United States, the pastoral style of the neo-rococo style was popular in the United Kingdom, with wide hem and narrow sleeves. The wrist is embellished with a large piece of lace decoration, and the cuffs are tightly fastened.

"Are you taking me to a dinner party?" she asked in surprise.

"I don't know if it suits you, my beautiful little princess." Dorian smiled and put the skirt beside the bed.

"Actually, I prefer lake green and sea blue dresses. Black is too depressing. I don't believe in religion. When I was in Paris and New Orleans, daddy bought me these colors." She blinked her crystal clear With green eyes, would it be a joke for a vampire to believe in God?
She seemed unintentional and said, "How long did it take you to bring me to London?"

Dorian moved closer to her, and the distance between the two was so close that she could clearly see his long and curly eyelashes, and his skin was like the best suet, without any blemish.

"Sixteen days, you slept for a total of sixteen days." He twitched the corners of his mouth again, showing an inscrutable, insightful smile, which made people very uncomfortable, as if he had seen through everything.

She sighed softly, tilted her head, and said innocently: "You take a child away from her family for no reason, aren't you afraid that her family will worry?"

Dorian said nothing, but gazed at her with a smile.

　Aww, Mr. Holmes appeared in the next chapter, and he called the big detective frantically. God knows, I didn’t even dare to write more about him for fear of OOC. The author is a fan of Juanfu; Raise it.

　　
　
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