Thunderbolt Cherry Blossom Season

What kind of fragrant smell is that?The seductive bright red that is rarely seen buried under the skin is fully displayed in front of them.The taste that has always been absolutely perfect but does not arouse their desire to smoke, perfectly showed them its peerless taste at this moment, revealing a strange fragrance.Dark but bright, the absolute contradiction, combined with absolute power, made Arthur's blood more mellow, like old red wine, exuding an attractive color and taste.

The beast-like roar came out of Jasper's mouth, and he didn't have much self-control all the time, especially Jasper, who had tasted the delicious human blood, was the first to throw himself at Arthur uncontrollably.

"Jasper!" Alice exclaimed, as if she wanted to regain Jasper's sanity, and Emmett and Rosalie also held Jasper's arm on one side.Although they were obviously tempted by Arthur's blood, maybe their self-control was not bad, or maybe the softness in their hearts was at work.Even though it was difficult, they still controlled their desires.

Since Edward, he hugged Arthur's waist tightly, tightly, with such strength that Arthur could not escape.The fragrance of cherry blossoms lingers around Edward, as long as he lowers his head a little, opens his mouth a little, sticks out his tongue a little, the alluring human blood will fill his cold and hard body.Experience the bright red, delicious, blood that even exceeds the temptation given to me by my own singer.Belonging to the person he loves the most, the blood of his only companion in this life!

Neither escaped nor broke free, Arthur just watched calmly, or felt what was about to happen, or what had happened.

Just one sip, as long as the venom is injected into his body, he can live forever like himself, and be by his side forever, and why not do it himself?

don't want!don't want!Alice shouted in her heart, she wanted to save Arthur, but she couldn't catch up with Edward's speed, she wanted to approach and wake up Edward, but... even her own desire could not be restrained?How could it be possible to go back to Arthur?Emmett and Rosalie are trying their best to stop Jasper, tightly, almost tearing off Jasper's arm. They are also fighting and enduring... Heavy breathing, Alice's mind, reason, I can't even control my instincts.

There is no Karen who can act, no vampire who can stop Edward.Just looking at Edward like this, watching everything that is about to happen feebly, and at the same time looking forward to Edward recovering his sanity, but how is this possible?Possibly regaining his own sanity?Looking at Edward, looking at his black pain that seemed to glow, was like looking at a king about to eat.

Right in front of Arthur, Fengyou looked at Arthur's exquisite face, looked at that delicate face without any fear or any emotion, and her loose long hair fluttered in the wind, because it was the soul, and would not The skin with any sense of touch caressed Arthur's face like this.

"Shall we make a bet?" Fengyou said, looking at Arthur, because he knew that his voice would not be heard by anyone.

Arthur raised his eyes, he knew that he would lose this bet, because in the current situation, how could he not know what Fengyou would bet on?

"If one day you go back to the misery, you will never go back to Buddha Prison!" Fengyou said, looking at Buddha Ying who opened her eyes wide in an instant. "I bet he'll follow his instincts!"

During the words, the cold fangs pierced Arthur's skin, and warm blood instantly poured into Edward's air.

"No—" That's his belief!his god!His Buddhist prison!His everything!

"Do you still remember what I said to you? You will eventually be imprisoned in that soul-eating prisoner like me, have you seen the inscription I gave you?" Fengyou narrowed the distance between herself and Arthur, With a tendency not to send rejection. "And you will return to the plight with my bet on you! But remember! Remember my bet on you! Remember! My bet on you! Buddha Prison will eventually have no place for you! And you! You can't even step into the Buddha Prison!"

The handsome face, flowing purple hair, and the feather fan in his hand are almost the same as the moment they first met.The difference is that he has long since died, leaving behind only a touch of helpless spiritual consciousness.He looked at him, and he looked at him the same way, losing the pleasure of blood, followed by coldness, despair, and his own hopelessness, and together they attacked Arthur.

"My friend..."

"Best friend..."

"The Lord of Triumph!"

Everything disappeared with a crisp sound that didn't exist, turning into nothingness.

Friends of the Buddha, I do not hate you, I forgive you.

He gambled on the Buddhist prison, gambled on the future, gambled on all his friendship with him, gambled on all his reluctance, and at the same time, gambled on himself.

Don't forget me, Buddha, don't forget me, Lord of Triumph, don't forget me, Arthur.When you are Arthur, I am a touch of spiritual consciousness, you regard me as a close friend, and you regard me as a plight.When you are Buddha Sakura, you regard me as your best friend and your mission.When you are the prince of triumph, you see me as an enemy and as a sin.

But, did you know?My good friend, whether it's Qizi or Fengyou, I regard you as a friend, maybe, I also regard you as an enemy.But, dear friend, do you know?I am not afraid of death, my life is enough.But, dear friend, do you really know?I hate you again!I can't wait for you to die!

So, live it!Best friend, carry your guilt for me, carry your nostalgia for me, and live on.

Looking at Arthur in front of her, the corner of Fengyou's mouth evoked a resolute smile, as if appreciating Arthur's pain so much, watching Arthur become weak due to blood loss, watching Arthur look at His eyes gradually mixed with hatred and entanglement.The eyes of the two are entangled, looking at each other's pain, but also so worried and happy.

Maybe you will forget, maybe you will remember.But we will only become passers-by in the end, walking further and further on the road of each other's life until we can't see the back.So, anyone will be forgotten.But, how can I agree?How can I see you get happiness so naturally?So easy to get love?So live with hatred and guilt for me.Until I think you forget me.

The afterglow of the setting sun scattered on the top of the mountain, and Edward's smoking speed gradually slowed down.Arthur's body was shaking uncontrollably.Too much lost blood made it difficult for him to control his body, but he still looked at Fengyou stubbornly, expecting him to ruin his bet, but how is this possible?

Smiling, Fengyou looked up at the sunset, looked at the long-lost sunset, opened her arms, as if about to embrace something, Fengyou took a last look at the sunset, and then turned his gaze to Arthur.Facing the afterglow of the beautiful sunset, the beautiful purple brilliance is scattered...

Scattered, is so beautiful, but also so desolate.

"Remember me, remember your bet with me."

The author has something to say: I suddenly found that Weiming Ka Wenka is a very good place, because... Weiming originally finished within fifteen chapters and it is far away T_T Weiming wants to collect ~ Weiming wants to click~ Weiming wants to comment~ Why Ming wants everything~