Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Then he closed his eyes again, his face showing a look of pain again, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his thin shirt was completely soaked, and faintly revealed... [Imagine, thank you all. I believe you.]

Lin Ci'an, who had already entered the room at this time, was very confused. When he saw that there were no so-called blood servants in the room, he felt strangely pleased.

In his short life of more than 20 years, it can be said that he had never seen Chu Ziyu. To say that he had never seen him may not be appropriate. He had seen his photo in history books, and he did not have any other feeling at the time.

While he was looking at Chu Ziyu in front of him during the day, his heart was beating constantly, longing to possess him. An unprecedented impulse filled his heart.

But his reason and emotions were fighting back and forth, until Chu Ziyu took away the blood servant named Mingyue, his reason completely collapsed, and the emotion called jealousy filled his mind, so tonight he ran out "openly" again, groped around one by one, and held a servant hostage on the road, and then he got Chu Ziyu's residence, and finally rushed over without stopping.

At first, as night fell, all the vampires were partying, and Lin Ci'an was still quietly avoiding everyone. But the deeper they went into the castle, the quieter it became, and there was no one on duty.

So he broke in through the window smoothly, and felt that everything was going so smoothly and unbelievably.

But this was Chu Ziyu's order during the day, and he had just woken up from a deep sleep and did not need anyone's service.

Chu Ziyu had his back to Lin Ci'an, so he couldn't see what Lin Ci'an was doing at all.

Lin Ci'an jumped in from the window. After a brief moment of joy when he didn't see any blood, all his attention immediately shifted to Chu Ziyu who was lying on the ground.

His silver-white hair spread all over the ground, and he looked as fragile as glass. On the pure white carpet, there were traces of blood coughed up by Chu Ziyu, which was very glaring. He could see that the unconscious vampire in front of him was very weak, and he only needed one blow to kill him, as easy as crushing an ant.

He walked forward slowly, but the warmth and joy on his face had faded, and in his hand was a sharp silver dagger that reflected the moonlight outside the window.

"Ahhh, boss, this is too much. He's going to... kill you." 6872 was so frightened that he stuttered.

"He has been trained as a blood hunter by the Church for more than 20 years. Do you think he is so blinded by emotions? Don't forget why he is here. Killing me can not only weaken the strength of the blood clan, but also allow the treaty to continue. It is simply killing two birds with one stone. If it were me, I would want to kill him too."

"Boss, if you don't resist, you're going to die. There's a luxurious coffin next to you. It's just right."

6872 looked at Chu Ziyu and said he was not in a hurry, so he gave up.

Lin Ci'an held the dagger tightly and approached Chu Ziyu step by step. At this moment, Lin Ci'an was terribly rational. The jealousy, reluctance, regret and other emotions in his heart were suppressed in his heart, and the initial throbbing had long disappeared.

When Lin Ci'an walked to Chu Ziyu's side, he raised the silver dagger and stabbed it straight into Chu Ziyu's heart.

"6872, illusion opens."

At the same time, blood splattered everywhere...

The moment the dagger stabbed, Lin Ci'an was in a trance. Before he opened his eyes, he was awakened by a voice.

"Brother An, do you think this is good?"

Lin Ci'an felt a slight pain in his neck, but it soon disappeared. He opened his eyes and saw the vampire from before, but it was not accurate. It was the former blood hunter Chu Ziyu who had entered his memory.

His eyes were misty, and one could tell at a glance that the person in front of him was blind. His long black hair fell around his neck. Although he could not see, he still looked straight at Lin Ci'an. He looked so well-behaved that it was scary, as if he was a puppy who was afraid of being abandoned by him.

At this time, he was holding a silver hairpin with auspicious clouds in his hand.

His hand was still around Lin Ci'an's arm. Lin Ci'an was about to push it away, but found that this body was not under his control. He seemed to be just a bystander, living in the body.

"It looks great, the auspicious cloud suits my Xiaoyu very well. I'll put it on Xiaoyu."

Lin Ci'an could feel the emotions of the body he was living in, joy but more so sourness and regret and self-blame.

"why is that?"

The moment he put on the silver hairpin, the surrounding scene shattered, and Lin Ci'an's consciousness fell into darkness. The last scene in his sight was the young man in front of him looking at him with a smile.

"Get out of here!" The sound of something falling to the ground and breaking brought Lin Ci'an back to consciousness.

What he saw was a mess. All the neatly arranged items were scattered all over the floor. Lin Ci'an's sharp eyes saw the red marks hidden in Chu Ziyu's clothes.

The body he possessed also said nothing and just watched the person in front of it go crazy.

After a while, he slammed the door and left. Strangely, this time Lin Ci'an did not leave with his body, but seemed to be thrown out of his body and remained in the hut.

His perspective became wider. He looked at Chu Ziyu and heard the sound of the door closing. The expression on his face suddenly became panicked. He wanted to catch up with him hurriedly, but was tripped by the debris on the ground.

Chu Ziyu fell to the ground, ignoring the pain in his body, he struggled to get up and rushed to the door. However, the door was already closed, and he was in a panic and couldn't open it. The blood hunter's hearing allowed him to hear Lin Ci'an's footsteps clearly, until he could hear nothing.

Tears blurred Chu Ziyu's eyes, he leaned against the door weakly and slid to the ground. His heart was filled with loss and despair, he didn't understand why Lin Ci'an was so determined.

Chu Ziyu was whispering something, and the ghost version of Lin Ci'an approached.

"No, I'm sorry, I was wrong, An Ge, don't leave me..."

The young man's tone was full of panic. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he wiped his tears and stood up.

He began to slowly feel the edge of the wooden door. As no one had taken care of the door for a long time, some places had begun to have barbs. Chu Ziyu's fingers were pricked and bleeding, but he did not frown at all.

Click, the door opened, and the moment the moonlight shone in, A Piao Lin Ci'an watched Chu Ziyu stumble out of the door, falling and groping all the way, his body already covered with scars.

"Go back, why are you still chasing him? What's the point?" After saying this, Lin Ci'an realized that he was actually influenced by the young man in front of him.

However, due to Lin Ci'an's ghostly form, he was destined to be a spectator, but he did not realize that his mentality had quietly changed.

It seemed as if some force was preventing him from following Chu Ziyu, and Lin Ci'an's progress became increasingly difficult.

At the very end, he seemed to see a tall man supporting Chu Ziyu.

The illusion shattered, and his consciousness returned to reality. Lin Ci'an immediately felt the sticky touch on his hands, the salty smell in the air, the hands firmly locked on his neck, and the faint sound of labored breathing in his ears.