Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

There are only two seasons in Rost Continent, and it is about to enter the ice and snow period.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Yun Chen opened his eyes.

After he woke up, he was stunned for a moment, and then the bursts of pain in his body made his light red eyes filled with anger.

He did.

Being humiliated like that by the son of his enemy!

He should kill him.

He should have killed him long ago!

The silver-laced cross on his chest restricted his movement. Yun Chen was trembling with hatred. He put his hands on the floor and struggled to sit up.

The next moment, Yun Chen's eyes flashed across his bare hands, and his heart suddenly palpitated!

Where is his rose?

This violent heart palpitation caused the dark red blood to surge out again. Yun Chen's eyes darkened briefly, his body tilted, and he fell on the soft pink lace.

Wei Bojian stood at the door at this moment, her heart skipping a beat.

He saw the beautiful young man covered in blood, his fair side face pressed against the pink lace, his satin-like white and smooth shoulders shaking slightly, and his pair of beautiful light red eyes slightly out of focus...

What a beautiful painting this is?

Wei Bojian has been distracted during the routine prayer this morning.

He couldn't help but think about the details of last night. The physical and psychological pleasure made him endlessly recall it, and the scene in front of him stimulated his nerves even more!

How does it feel to be played by someone you look down upon?

Shame, anger?

Before you are killed by me, consider these as your compensation for my pain.

Wei Bojian pulled off his collar and stepped into the room.

He saw the young man trembling all over and his hands groping for something on the ground in a panic.

Wei Bojian bent down and picked up the soft pink lace belt with interest: "Are you looking for this?"

Yun Chen suddenly raised his head, the murderous intent in his eyes was real: "Give it to me!"

His voice was low and hoarse, suppressing his anger, but the blood flowing out of his chest showed that his heart was in a panic.

What is this, so precious?

I've never seen him like this before.

Wei Bojian curled up the strap with his slender fingers, and then pulled it with both hands. He felt that the eyes glaring at him were even more murderous.

Wei Bojian: "Want it?"

He stared at the young man on the ground for a long time, the corners of his lips curved in a cold arc, and then he took the belt and tied his hands behind his back.

Yun Chen knew what he was going to do, so he struggled with his hands, but to no avail.

Yun Chen: "Wei Bojian, how dare you..."

Wei Bojian laughed contemptuously and tied the other end of the belt around his ankle: "What do I dare not do?"

Wei Bojian lived in an old building, and because he was alone, there was not even a bed in the empty room, and the walls were bare without any decoration.

But last night, he brought back a mural that was breathtakingly beautiful.

The roses on the mural spread out and turned into soft, pink lace ribbons.

Wei Bojian admired it for a moment and then hung his own cross into the painting.

[Ding, Wei Bojian’s blackening value is -9, and the current blackening value is 70]

[Ding, Weibo Jian’s strategy value is +10, and the current strategy value is 20]

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It wasn't until noon that Wei Bojian untied the pink belt and threw it aside along with the unconscious person.

He's leaving for a while.

It wasn't that he wanted to leave, but that he had to leave.

As a senior vampire hunter, he has the responsibility to teach new hunters who join the association.

Wei Bojian looked at him condescendingly, pressed the cross on his chest inward with her hand, and said coldly in his ear: "You'd better be good and wait until I come back."

Wei Bojian left and Yun Chen opened his eyes.

The cross was reducing the curse from the True Ancestor, and the color of Yun Chen's red eyes was gradually getting lighter.

But the hatred inside became thicker and thicker.

Yun Chen dragged his injured body forward with difficulty, holding his rose with trembling fingertips.

The moment he held it, a tear fell from his eye.

He raised his hand with difficulty and wrapped the small lace flower around the back of his hand. His voice was hoarse and painful: "Dad, mom, it's okay, I will, I will kill him..."