Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

What an excessive look.So she nodded respectfully. "clear."

The man finally raised his head, and stared at her silently for a long time with diamond-like bright but deep black eyes under the broken hair on his forehead, and then slowly fell on the oil painting in the room.

"You can go back to England after this..."

Upon hearing this, Niudelle faintly showed a hint of disapproval on her delicate and expressionless face. "My lord, my mission is..."

"I just need you to do something for me temporarily, and you can come back after it's over." The man put down his wine glass and walked to the French window, his expression indifferent.

Newdale hesitated slightly, then nodded slightly.

"Nudair knows."

The man glanced back at her, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't continue to say anything.

"Go down."

Newdale nodded and left.

"..." His deep gaze turned to the window, the daylight was shining on the Falcon Manor, the green forest, the fountain, and the flowers as far as he could see. The midsummer sun was a bit dazzling, and the outline of the scenery twitched slightly, as if it was covered with a layer of fog.

——What we see is not necessarily true.

——If you don’t look carefully...

"Attentively?" Slightly retracting his jaw, the man's eyes were a little gloomy.

"You speak so nicely..."

"Even if you try harder...what should be lost will be lost."

Like... those things.

Somewhat irritatedly, the collar of the shirt was loosened, the naked neck line was sexy and charming, and the firm chest was faintly visible.The skin is so white and delicate that it is enviable.A white gold chain hangs from his neck to his chest. Below it seems to be a black eagle-shaped ornament. The eagle's eyes are inlaid with blood-red gemstone particles, shining like real eyes under the reflection of light.

"Why did you choose this time..." He raised his head and looked into the distance, a sharp light burst out from his slightly narrowed black eyes.

"Is it really too late to wait..."

-·-

"It really seems like something you would do..." The long black hair half-hidden the delicate fair side face, and the slightly raised red lips showed a charming smile.The slender legs spread out leisurely and crossed at the ankles, and the slender and thin man in the white coat collapsed lazily on the soft and comfortable sofa.The bright eyes hidden under the black hair stared at the person in front of him with interest.

"Is this a compliment or a tease?" The man opposite him sipped his black tea leisurely, slightly raising the corners of his lips in response.

"I just hope that you don't cause the royal family to be angry... During this period, Britain and France seem to have had several conflicts due to these reasons..."

"It's just a little game...why take it seriously."

"Game? It's really easy to say... If it's really that simple, does that mean I can go back?"

"You can go back anytime, I stopped you?"

"...It's really irresponsible. Who asked me to come and help you?"

"Hey, did I say that?"

"...Are you trying to excuse yourself?"

"Do I need it?"

"……All right."

The man pouted and sat up, pulling off the messy white windbreaker.

"Then I should go back, right? France still can't do without me..."

"You can put it more directly, that he cannot do without you."

"...My lord, is this kind of scandal interesting?"

"Hey, are you a scandal? I always thought it was true!"

"……grown ups!"

The man's delicate face had a faint tendency to cramp.He quickly spread his legs and stood up, straightened his coat, and looked at the leisurely person still drinking tea in front of him with some depression.

"I decided to hurry back tonight."

"I know that you want to return home, so don't tell me."

"Please be serious, my lord!"

"I'm serious." The man put down his teacup and glanced at him. "My expression is very sincere."

"..." Are you sure that he and he are in the same world?

"Okay." The man put the teacup on the tea table and clapped his hands lightly, looking at the person in front of him and smiling slightly. "Don't forget to bring those invitation letters with you when you go back...I know they will definitely look for you...By the way, take it with you."

"...But my lord," the man pushed his hair back to reveal a face that was more delicate than a woman's, and his charming eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why do you have to take advantage of this time..."

"You don't need to know about this now." The man sitting there crossed his hands and smiled lightly. "You know, many things need an opportunity."

"And now, that opportunity exists."

"So what we have to do is do everything we can do now."

"In this way, these things can continue smoothly..."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly. "So, try not to have any big conflicts at this time, you understand?" He looked at the person in front of him.

There was a thoughtful look on the delicate face, which soon became clear again.

Bowing slightly and nodding his head, his tone became respectful.

"We understand, my lord."

The man looked sideways out of the window, the sun was gradually settling, the air was slowly cooling down, and dusk was approaching.

"Every time around this time I get very uneasy..."

"It seems that what is approaching is not... but a disaster..."

-·-

The white tiger lying under the bed suddenly opened his eyes, got up and walked briskly to the balcony door and squatted down.

A group of indistinct bird shadows flew out of the woods far away, hurriedly circling across the sky, and disappeared into the hazy twilight of the distant mountains.

The dazzling sunlight converges in its own color, which becomes deeper and thicker, and finally turns into a burning red.

That figure still appeared on the high ground, dark and deep.The last twilight was behind him, like blood flowing all over the place, rendering his shadow so fierce.

The more you walk in, the more happy fate is.

Lines that are infinitely close to each other are absolutely impossible to collide.

No one can withstand a spark like that.

So don't say anything.

Don't know what to do, keep the status quo.

Because even so, one day, what should break out of the ground will sprout branches sooner or later.

At the right time, a flower of unknown color grew.

—“Good afternoon, Lorna.”

——"Good afternoon, Your Excellency the Duke."

Is this your mask too? ——The seemingly impeccable fact—I really don’t know when someone will break it cruelly and reveal the truth inside.

——Perhaps, it’s really not far away.

—Did you know that not only the night is blood-red, my dear girl?The beast has set its sights on you.Don't feel too intimidated. ——How can you point your fangs at the same kind?

— next night.How the scarlet flower will bloom alluringly, are you ready to be my prey?Race of shadows, visitors of the night.This is a vampire's feast. ——All you see is fog.

The Inexplicable Crimson Tide of the Second Night [Part [-]]

In the early hours of the morning, Feng Wuyang was awakened by the strong wind outside the window.

Walking to the balcony door and opening the corner of the curtain, in the strange black and white light and color intersection of dawn, all the scenery in sight is weirdly distorted, and the moist mist adheres to it, even more so. Refracted into a strange arc.The wind beat against the windows and some decorations in the town, the flower gardens trembled, and the branches of spider plants hanging in the windows on the second floor of some houses danced wildly, screaming and waving their arms like a awakened fairy.

Weird situation.

This season, such a scene is not ordinary.

"Did you hear anything?" Feng Wu asked without lowering her head as a furry thing approached her feet.

Appears to be bats.Zongxue lay at her feet and sobbed softly.Lots of looks.

"It's the same family..." Feng Wuyang's expression was a bit ugly. "I smell the same kind of breath..."

Yang Yang.Zongxue stood up and looked up at her, with a serious and concerned look in her crystal clear blue eyes.Be careful, don't let them find you.

"Shouldn't it be for me..." Feng Wuyang grasped the curtain in his hand, a look of anxiety appeared on his face. "The shrine should do the follow-up work for me... Besides, I didn't behave differently here, did I?" She looked up at the hazy distance, the sky was faintly white, but the top was still heavy black , the intersections are like smudged ink blots, showing various grays that are not clear from reality to reality, and the gradient colors are struggling to become thinner.

The dark red eyes under the scattered hair shone with a subtle voluptuous brilliance in the dim light, and the pale skin looked even more crystal clear under this transition of light and dark, as if you could see the beauty under the skin if you looked closer. flesh and blood.

It's the native kind.Zongxue looked outside, and pawed at the glass door.It should be summoned by their [Prince]... "How do you know that the [Prince] in this area is in Aix." Feng Wuyang looked down at it.

I guessed wildly.Zunxue gave her a blank stare.

"It's okay, don't make such terrible guesses." Feng Wuyang's mouth twitched slightly.If [Prince] of Provence is really in Aix, then her whereabouts will be dangerous.I don't know if the shrine has said hello, anyway, at this time, she'd better not meet those same kind, otherwise God knows when this mission will end.

As I speak, the weird wind outside has disappeared, the sky has the color of sunshine, and only a few who have been swallowed by the darkness of midnight are still lingering, but they will all disappear in the blink of an eye.

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