blood of cain

In the bewitching night, the sky was almost the same color as Cain's eyes, so deep that the stars could not be seen clearly, the darkness and silence covered up all the light, only the desolate moon, emitting a pale and weak light alone.

It is like the only lover of this deep night, who has received all his favors, and Ye is expressing his love to her with a completely open embrace.

Under the moonlight that was favored by all, in the huge coffin covered with black brocade, Sen Jie was hugging Cain and falling asleep.

Cain lay in his arms, like the moonlight embraced by the night, receiving all the favors.

He gently brushed Sen Jie's scarlet hair, circling it back and forth, looking up at the night sky, feeling the comfort and security brought to him by the generous and acquainted chest.

In such a quiet world, it seems that only the two of them are left, embracing each other quietly, waiting quietly, waiting for the dawn, waiting for the coming of filth, waiting for the coming of disputes.

A pair of deep blue eyes are blurred and dazed. When will such a strong sense of despair disappear?Ever since he met Bertha, ever since he realized that Sen Jie would not belong to him forever, he has been bound by this suffocating feeling.

There wasn't too much pain, it was just that the depression that could not go away for a long time made Cain restless.

Pupils dilated, lips slightly opened, she sat up slowly, bent her knees, rested her right hand on her knees, and her mind went blank.

The favored moon expanded in front of his eyes until it filled Cain's sight, and he could no longer see any night.

Such terrifying pressure should not be borne by him at all. He has no faults, no debts, and no responsibilities.

There was a light knock on the door, but the dazed Cain couldn't hear it at all. He didn't realize it until the second knock on the door, and said stiffly, "Come in."

"Crack - squeak -" the simple bedroom door was carefully pushed open, and Luo Sha and Ye Geng stood quietly by the door.

"What's the matter." Without looking back, she still stared blankly at the night sky, the moon that monopolized her sight.

"Luo Sha asked the master for instructions on how to receive today's two guests." Bowing slightly, Luo Sha saluted respectfully, and said something profound in his mouth.

"All are under house arrest. They are not allowed to be released until I come back, and no news can be leaked." He gave the order rationally and decisively, doing what he thought was the most correct thing. Maybe that's how it should be, so that everything will develop towards the expected plot. .

"Are you going to the Holy See of God? Are you alone?" Luo Sha looked up in surprise. He guessed that Cain would put the two of them under house arrest, but he didn't guess that his master would go to the Holy See of God in person, and the reason was nothing more than Abel's heart may cure Sabath's madness.

Hearing Luo Sha's surprised question, Cain froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head stiffly, looking at Sen Jie who was sleeping soundly.

The slender left hand stretched out, gently stroking Sen Jie's cheek, carefully pinning the naughty forehead hair behind the ears, the pupils gradually returned to normal, the eyes were clear, and the deep blue eyes were full of unexplained determination and desolation : "He'll be with me."

Ignoring the two people outside the door, Cain lay down again and burrowed deep into Sen Jie's arms. Sen Jie seemed to feel it in a dream, his arms tightened, and he hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

Since you can't stay by my side forever, let everything end soon.

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In the evening of the next day, all the vampires who used to rest during the day woke up, and they exchanged a whole day's rest for a whole night of extravagance and prostitution.

In the huge lonely city of Cain, there was only a slight sound in the dining room, the sound of the collision of knives and forks continued, but there was no voice at all.

Every member of the blood clan is a born noble, and they all know the basic etiquette of nobles, one of which is the prohibition of any conversation at the dinner table.

So he obviously had doubts and surprises about the other party, but he couldn't speak at this time. This is why Luo Sha arranged for Bertha and Lancelot to meet at the dinner table.

Jones sat on the vice-chairman's seat, with his back straight, elegantly and slowly eating the medium-rare steak, the friction between the knife and fork and the plate was inaudible.

Her green eyes are full of arrogance and dominance, and her blond hair is meticulously coiled up to show her grace and luxury. Her slender and fair neck makes her graceful and charming like a swan. eating.

Behind her, Luo Sha stood respectfully on the left side, while Ye Geng was playing around, not looking like a maid at all, but all this was allowed by her father, the great ancestor of the blood clan, so as the Yin's daughter, of course, will follow without hesitation.

It wasn't until Jones swallowed the last piece of beef that she slowly loosened the Jinpa around her neck, wiped the corners of her mouth lightly, and placed it neatly on the table.

Folding his hands and placing them gracefully on his knees, he looked expressionlessly at Lancelot and Bertha on the left and right.

Said in a formulaic tone: "Welcome to the lonely city, I am Jones Sheila. As you can see, compared to you, I am a superior."

"It's an honor to meet you, dear Miss Jones Sheila, please allow me to introduce myself," Bertha stood up with respect, pulled out the accessories around her waist, turned her right wrist, and pinned the coldly shining blade of her sword Behind him, he saluted slightly, and said: "Inheriting the name of the Demon King, possessing the knowledge of all things, controlling the magic of the third generation, inheriting the surname of Bellamy, and the important task of the chief of the Jimic clan, coming here, to the ancient nobles. You, no offense intended, but please understand."

Jones raised his eyebrows, and said sarcastically, "Don't you Devil Party dislike Camerella's precepts the most? Why are you imitating the secret party's habit now?"

"Miss Jones may have misunderstood. Sabat's Majesty has never opposed Camerella's precepts, but is dissatisfied with the executors of the precepts." He answered calmly, as expected of the patriarch of the clan, even in other people's territory. The slightest panic.

"That's right, that's a good answer. Then, where's the chief of the McAvey tribe?" Jones raised his head and looked at Lancelot proudly.

The same action was repeated, the difference was that Lancelot put his weapon, the golden longbow behind him, and said respectfully: "Inheriting the name of Shura who hates, possesses the illusion of changing the world, controls the piercing True Wisdom, inheriting the surname of Leonard and the important task of the chief of the Makawi family, came here, and did not mean to offend you, the ancient noble, but please understand."

"Okay, the procedures that should be carried out are also completed, and it's my turn to carry out my father's order." Jones put his elbows on the table, folded his hands and fingers, and showed a rare smile.

"Luo Sha, tell me."

"Yes, Miss Jones," Luo Sha bowed respectfully, then turned sideways to Lancelot and the others and said, "Your Majesty's order, he must leave for a few days due to important matters, so please stay a little longer in Lonely City Time, until His Majesty comes back, I will talk to the two of you."

Bertha squeezed back the hilt of the scabbard, and asked calmly, "Your Majesty Cain, are you planning to put her under house arrest?"

"Prince Bertha Bellamy, you can act according to your understanding, and we will act according to His Majesty's orders." Luo Sha's words are very clear, you can think whatever you want, but if you do something out of the ordinary, Don't blame us for being rude.

"What would happen if I left now?" Lancelot narrowed his eyes and said dangerously.

Jones looked at Lancelot blankly, his cold red lips slowly opened: "You will be like the wine glass in front of you."

Lancelot looked at the wine glass, only to hear an ethereal incantation: "Shatter."

"Bang!" The red wine, like scarlet blood, spilled on the black tablecloth, was quickly absorbed, and disappeared.

On the table, only the broken glass was shining with a gloomy and pale light.