fool around

In the dead night, a hurricane rolled up, and the dark cumulus clouds in the sky were rolled out of the shape of a swirl. Huge wings flew across the sky, leaving black shadows under the bright moonlight.

The man's rough five fingers pinched tighter and tighter on the slender neck, Ruan Ruan felt as if she was floating on the clouds, and everything in the past 24 years was like a black and white movie screen, and a silent movie was playing in her mind.

Tick-tick-tick-

The sound of blood droplets hitting the floor became extremely clear, and she felt that her ear holes seemed to have turned into an empty cave, and every tiny sound could arouse huge echoes.

Her eyelids became heavy, her fingers became heavy, her head swelled up, and only her feet were light. She could clearly feel that her life was being pulled out of her body bit by bit.

—I'm probably going to die.

When the moment of dying really came, she didn't feel any pain, but a sense of relief.

Before the consciousness disappeared, Ruan Ruan saw a frantic airflow suddenly rolled up outside the window, and black shadows gradually spread on the window lattice, like a tidal wave, slowly covering the entire room.

The five fingers on the neck suddenly loosened, and the long-lost oxygen rushed into the chest cavity. Ruan Ruan's chest heaved violently, his eyes darkened, and he collapsed on the ground.

She clenched the porcelain white pendant hanging on her chest, raised her eyelids, and saw the vampire in a cloak breaking through the window in the turbulent air flow, with black short boots and black gloves, and the hem of the cloak was rattling by the wind.

"You finally appeared?" The man's cold voice sounded, "I thought you would spend your whole life hiding behind that human being and being a shrinking turtle."

Qi Lu took off the leather gloves, and his movements were extremely slow and elegant, as if he was going to a dinner party or a dance.

"100 years ago," Qi Lu nodded with a smile as if recalling something, "We have met before."

"It's an honor to be remembered by our honorable pure-blood leader," the man exaggerated.

"Sorry," Qi Lu bowed slightly, "I just said it casually, so we actually met."

"I was overthinking it." The man was not angry, but clapped his hands and smiled, "The leader was busy evacuating at the time, so how could he spare his mind for this little guy like me?"

"Be humble, you are not a small person."

Qi Lu straightened up slowly. He was tall and tall. He lowered his eyelids slightly and looked at the man who also had fangs. There was no emotion in his dark eyes, as if he was looking at an ant.

"100 years ago, how could I have thought," he smiled faintly, "you are that dirty, lowly half-breed."

"You..." The man's expression changed suddenly.

"Your mother used to be my fiancée. Although you are older than me, I am older than you." Qi Lu smiled lightly and put the folded gloves into his breast pocket. "Maybe we can discuss the title first." .”

Every time he said a word, the man's face became colder.

The man clenched his hands into fists, his dark red pupils quickly accumulated raging anger, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Like flowing water, the black shadow on the ground climbed up the wall silently, spreading a net behind the man.

"He's provoking you," Fan Tianxing said suddenly, "Don't be fooled!"

The man paused with his fingers, and after a few breaths, the stiff facial muscles gradually relaxed. He slowly raised the corners of his mouth and said in a good-tempered manner: "You have the final say, everything is subject to the leader's instructions."

"Very good," Qi Lu twisted his wrist, suddenly suppressed his smile, and said coldly, "But, you don't deserve to call me."

After Fan Tianxing's reminder, the man was unmoved by Qi Lu's arrogance, as if he had heard some fresh joke, he leaned over and asked, "What qualifications do you have to stand in front of me and talk to me? You can't beat me , You self-righteous pure-bloods are like this, thinking that you are the savior, and come up with such boring things as not drinking live blood."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, then licked his sharp fangs: "Do you think you can compete with me with your current strength?"

"But you can't kill me." Qi Luping glanced at him flatly.

The man's expression was cold, and his right hand slowly touched his lower back—a mahogany sword was hanging there.

"Don't be impulsive." Fan Tianxing whispered in his ear.

The man paused and stopped what he was doing.

——This sword can kill Qi Lu, and it can also kill himself. You can't act rashly until the perfect moment.

"Excuse me, leader," he withdrew his right hand, straightened his collar, and asked politely, "what's your business here?"

"Come and drink blood." Qi Lu raised the corner of his mouth and pointed to Ruan Ruan, who was unconscious by the door due to excessive blood loss, "Since he doesn't believe me, why should I wrong myself?"

"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows, "The noble pure blood also drinks human blood?"

Qi Lu walked up to Ruan Ruan, looked down at her for a moment, his toes touched the pool of blood on the ground, and said regretfully, "Waste."

The man laughed happily: "It's just a piece of food, the leader can have as much as he wants."

"Thank you." Qi Lu bent down and picked up Ruan Ruan from the ground.

"Wait," the silent Fan Tianxing interrupted again, "Don't hurt..."

"Teacher Fan?" Qi Lu tilted his head, and there was undisguised sarcasm in his dark pupils, "Can I call you that? Teacher Fan, what qualifications do you have to stop me?"

"I..." Fan Tianxing choked up, his voice full of exhaustion.

Qi Lu hugged Ruan Ruan and walked to the window, stepping on shards of glass, his expression was colder than the night outside the window: "When you are sucking blood, look up in the mirror and you will find—really, it's extremely ugly .”

After saying this, he jumped down from the window, his black wings spread out, and melted into the black night like ink.

Fan Tianxing froze, took two quick steps back, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What?" the man said coldly, "Such a word shakes you?"

"No." Fan Tianxing took a deep breath.

"You can't abandon me," the man's voice was almost crazy paranoid, "If you want to abandon me, I will drag you to hell with me."

"I didn't." Fan Tianxing thumped the bed.

"You can't," the man seemed to be chanting some spell, "If you pick me up, you will be responsible for me..."

Fan Tianxing clenched his fists and lowered his head weakly.

In the low-rent model house, specks of blood were scattered all over the floor, and Fan Tianxing sat on the side of the bed dejectedly.

In the same body, came another cold and deep voice, murmuring repeatedly: "You can't leave me, you can't..."

And the night was already deep.

When the sky dawned, Qi Lu returned to Gutang.

Si Yu stayed up all night, sitting on the sofa and waiting for him.

When Qi Lu entered the room, seeing Si Yu obviously startled, he put his blood-stained hands behind his back and asked, "Why didn't you sleep?"

"Where have you been?" Si Yu looked up at him.

"Something." Qi Lu avoided Si Yu's eyes.

The light in Si Yu's eyes gradually went out.

The person who was clearly in love with him a few hours ago told him such a clumsy lie in the blink of an eye.

"Snapped--"

The white porcelain cup hit Qi Lu's body, and then fell to the ground, shattered all over the place.

The little deer hid outside the window, not letting go of any movement from the house.

"You killed Ruan Ruan, didn't you?"

"I didn't," Qi Lu said with a sigh, "I wanted to save her, but she was hurt too badly..."

"It's you!" Si Yu didn't give him a chance to explain, "It was you, you killed Li Bo and Ruan Ruan, how many more people did you kill?"

"not me."

"You killed, killed," Si Yu panted heavily, as if saying these few words had exhausted all his strength, "Kill my father."