Lost Seal

Although it wasn't the compensation Ansbilis had imagined, it was fine for Osia to be happy.

What will happen to Gordon, what will happen to Sophie, and what will happen to Nijiuhui is no longer in his consideration. Anyway, with Mammon, they will never live too well.Now he wants to seize every minute and every second to taste the joy of regaining what was lost.After seeing off Mammon and Meltron, Ansbilis picked up Osiah and disappeared by the beach.

The villa has been remodeled by Gordon, who knows what strange things will be inside.What he wants now is a quiet, safe and secure world for two people.

I found a hotel, opened a suite, and threw Osia on the bed, and started a happy life with the sky dark and the earth mixed with honey. 120 years is a terrible number, and he must make it up in one go.

Ossia cooperated at first, but later, he started to escape with all his might.

He ran away twice and was caught back, and the punishment became more serious each time. In the end, he had to lie on the bed and beg for mercy, talking nonsense, willing to say anything.

Ansbilis loved and pitied him, kissing every inch of his skin: "Shall we live like this for 100 years?"

"Not good." Oscia didn't even bother to lift his toes.

"Why is it not good?" Ansbilis was not angry, but just held on to the nape of his neck.

Oscia narrowed her eyes: "Don't you miss Mession?"

……

Thinking of Mession in his bed?

Ansbilis gritted his teeth slightly, and bit out an obvious tooth mark, then licked it with his tongue, smiled and said, "He will be fired tomorrow."

"..." Osia changed the topic to a safe one, "What will happen to Gordon?"

Ansbilis frowned and said, "Go to hell."

"...Okay. What about Sophie? He was originally from hell."

"I heard that there is a waterfall of blood in hell."

Just thinking about it, Osiya broke out in a cold sweat, and sighed, "Why should they?"

His sigh aroused the hatred and madness in Ansbilis again, but he concealed it well, hugged Osia and said: "From now on, you will always stay with me side."

Osiah looked back at him.

Ansbilis smiled at him: "Then I will be obedient."

Osia said: "What will happen if you are not good?"

Ansbilis kissed him on the shoulder and said vaguely, "You don't want to know."

Osia recalled the scene of Ansbilis gnawing at his own neck frantically, and suddenly his hair stood on end, and his body shrank subconsciously.Although he accidentally took the medicine, the scene had a huge impact on him.

"Cold?" Ansbilis inserted his legs between his legs, hugging him tighter, "How about this?"

"It's okay." Ocia turned over and faced him, "What about Dustin?"

Dustin McCarvey, most likely Gordon's accomplice.The difference from Gordon is that he is a blood clan, or one of the thirteen clans of the blood clan. Whether it is public or private, emotional or reasonable, it should be resolved within the blood clan.This is also the reason why Osiah and Ansbilis did not expose in front of Mammon and Metatron.

But the passage to the Bloodline Realm was closed.

Ossia said: "The passage of the Bloodline Realm is closed, could it be related to him?"

The sudden closure of the Blood Race Realm clearly meant that something major had happened.Since Gordon is making waves in the human world, Dustin is likely to be making waves in the blood race world.

Ansbilis kissed him, with a hint of malice in the corner of his mouth: "The elders will take care of it." He could forgive his lover for making a painful decision to seal him for himself, but it does not mean that he forgave the elders of the thirteen clans for killing him. — for whatever reason.

Of course Osia saw it.He licked his lips and said, "Actually..."

Ansbilis gags his mouth.Anyway, it's not what I want to hear.

After staying in the hotel for a month, Ansbilis finally issued an amnesty.

When Osia stepped out of the hotel and smelled the smell of the street that he hadn't seen for a long time, he felt excited: "Ah! This is the smell of freedom!"

Ansbilis put his arms around his waist: "What freedom do you want?"

"...Freedom of love!" Osia turned around quickly, and pecked lightly on his lips, "With you."

Ansbilis twitched his lips, and tightened his arms around him.

Ossia said: "Then can we go to eat?"

"Ah."

After transforming from a black cat to a human, Ossia has made a major breakthrough in her pose for taking pictures, and almost every photo can become an independent story.

such as:

Osiah lay on the ground, hugged Ansbilis' ankle, looked up with a sad expression: "Haji! Hani! Don't leave me!"

Ansbilis: "..."

Another example:

Pushing Ansbilis down on a park chair, Osia picked up his collar and said viciously, "Say, if you like Gordon, you still like me!"

Ansbilis: "..."

Another example:

Osia held Ansbilis's face and said sadly, "Honey, Dad said we can't be together! You are too poor and not worthy of me..."

Ansbilis picked him up and left.

……

"Camera, don't forget the camera!"

After visiting Egypt, they went back to Italy from Libya, Tunisia...all the way.

Mession had already received the message and waited at the airport first.When he saw Osia, there was no surprise or curiosity on his face, which perfectly explained the professional demeanor of a British butler.He nodded to Osia and greeted Ansbilis: "Welcome back, Mr. Gangolo."

Osia froze for a moment, and was about to answer when he suddenly realized something, and turned to look at Ansbilis.I saw him hugging his waist, full of ambition, without the embarrassment of stealing his lover's name and identity, and said generously: "From now on, you can call me Mr. Ansbilis McCarvey, address me He is Mister O'Shea Gangelo."

……

Indeed, the real Osia has a very clear aura of the fourth generation of Gangelo.The employer who has lied to him for so many years should be telling the truth this time.

However, this truth is too surprising.

Even though Messing adjusted his micro-expression very quickly, Osia still caught a trace of his shock.

Mession said blankly: "Yes, sir."

Ossia smiled to break the sluggish atmosphere: "I miss the puff pastry onion soup, duck confit, and buckwheat crepes that you cooked yourself. Would you be honored to taste them again?"

Although his "missing" and "again" were very abrupt to Mession, he still replied calmly: "My honor."

Watching the housekeeper tangled up in a serious manner, Osia couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Ansbilis lowered his head and asked him.

Osia said: "Mesion..." Before he finished speaking, Ansbilis frowned, and the words slipped to his lips before turning a corner, "What a big light bulb."

Ansbilis looked at Mession and nodded in agreement: "I think so too."

As a result, the butler was left at the airport, and the unscrupulous employer drove away with his helpless lover.

Mession: "..."

He just found out that he, who has been with the famous lunatic of the McCarvey family for more than 100 years, really needs someone to be calm and calm.

Although Ansbilis seemed to be much more innocent, the crazy possessiveness in his bones was still there.After being entangled for two months, Oscia felt powerless and decided to say something to divert his attention.

"We should visit Lord Xiao Ming as soon as possible and remind him about Dustin McAvey's collusion with Gordon."

Ansbilis stroked his fair neck and answered absently, "Baal won't be happy."

Ossia said: "This is a matter within the blood race."

Ansbilis said: "Yes. So he won't let King Ming worry about it."

"As a second-generation blood family..."

"He's just a display." When this airborne second-generation vampire first arrived in Europe, most of the high-level vampires took the trouble to observe, and finally confirmed that this lord has made the difference between being present and not being there. If it weren't for Lilith's Appearing gave him a sense of existence, and probably the vampires living in the human world will forget him, "If you are really worried about this, you can tell Lawrence Vanjo."

Ossia said: "He is only the fifth generation."

Ansbilis said: "But he is a member of the Vanjo family, and he is the most suitable person to worry about."

Osiah was convinced.

"I've settled your concerns. Shouldn't you reciprocate and settle my affairs?" Ansbilis leaned against his back, enthusiastically showing his impatient state.

Ossia was dying: "I think I can repeat what's on my mind."

Ansbilis pressed him on the sofa, smiled and said, "It's great, I like to repeat."

"..."

After one intense exercise after another, Osiah and Ansbilis fell asleep on the bed.

Rome began to cool down, and the windows were covered with hoarfrost in the middle of the night.The biting cold wind whistled and whistled outside the window.Suddenly, the window opened, and the cold wind came in, blowing across the sleeping face.

Osiah and Ansbilis got up at the same time and stood at the end of the bed.Opposite them there should have been a wall with a replica of the "Portrait of Dr. Gachet" hanging on it, but the wall was gone, and it became a long corridor leading to the palace.

At the end of the corridor is a staircase, and at the end of the staircase is a huge palace.

A figure stood in front of the palace, overlooking them condescendingly.

Oscia clenched her fists: "Gordon."

Ansbilis's hand gently covered the back of his hand, holding it tenderly, and the just right warmth conveyed the care of the owner of the palm.He took his hand and walked forward step by step, with firm but calm steps.

Osia reminded him: "This is an illusion."

Ansbilis said, "You are not."

"This is enough."

He will fight for his lover, no matter who his opponent is.