This vampire is cute

Knight chuckled, still holding the black and gold-patterned chair in his hand, he closed the door after he came in, without saying a word.

Then the air was quiet for a few seconds, and Knight snapped his fingers...

Ke Luoluo beside Yan Xuanling disappeared in an instant, and Yan Xuanling couldn't help swallowing: "Where did you get him?"

Knight smiled slightly, took off his coat and threw it on the chair, saying, "Find something for Chloe, he's too busy."

Suddenly, Ke Luoluo screamed from downstairs, Yan Xuanling closed her mouth quietly, just looking at Knight.

Nat stretched himself, then asked him with a smile, "Did you sleep well?"

"It's very good, I didn't have a nightmare." Yan Xuanling continued to lie on the bed and closed his eyes comfortably.

As a result, a head was placed on Yan Xuanling's chest, and Yan Xuanling sighed: "I'm a thousand-year-old goblin, can I learn to grow by myself?"

Nat smiled softly in his ear, and he said, "Sing a song."

"Sing what?" Yan Xuanling stroked his hair: "Singing Desolation?"

"Ah."

"You really like this song, it's a single cycle, you." Yan Xuanling laughed and complained about him.

Although he pretended to be disgusted, he still sang this nursery rhyme softly.

There were clusters of dark clouds in the sky outside the house, and a small wind blew up, which occasionally rolled up the dust on the ground. When the drizzle fell on the ground, it didn't even make a sound.

The rain fell on the glass drop by drop, and the accumulated water slowly flowed down, but neither of the two people in the room paid attention to it.

Yan Xuanling just raised his upper body, supported his chin with one hand and patted Knight with the other. He held Knight in his arms in a form of protection, but he didn't seem to notice it.

He just quietly looked at Nat's trembling eyelashes and eyelids that occasionally moved secretly, and then tried to make his voice as gentle as possible, hoping that this person could quickly fall into the embrace of sleep.

Yan Xuanling's voice was a little hoarse when he sang, and Knight fell asleep. He covered his mouth with his hands and let out two hoarse coughs.

Because of the cloudy sky outside, the room was a little dark, and Nate's face as pale as porcelain made Yan Xuanling's heart palpitate.

He looked at the sleeping Nat for a long time, only to realize that Nat was not breathing after falling asleep, like a long-dead dried flower... or a puppet.

Only this body was still intact and beautiful, Yan Xuanling lowered his eyes, and gently stroked Nat's side face with his hands.

He could feel the delicateness and softness of Knight's skin, as well as the coldness...

Yan Xuanling seemed to be amused by something, grinned and quickly returned to normal, only those eyes, when looking at Nat, were like when day and night alternate, warm orange-yellow clouds covered the sky, every bit of tenderness was due to him rise.

"As soon as I saw you." Yan Xuanling smiled and murmured to himself, "I feel full of strength."

"Have a good dream." Yan Xuanling said softly, with a gentle tone.Then he got out of bed and prepared to pour himself a cup of hot tea.

After he turned his back, a pair of dark scarlet pupils suddenly appeared in the dark night. Knight stared at Yan Xuanling's back expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he let go of his clenched palm, letting his fingers tremble...then he closed his eyes and let everything go on as usual.

The black tea gave off a strong light fragrance. Yan Xuanling took a sip, sat on the sofa in a daze for a while, and then stared at her hands.

He looked at his left hand, the five fingers separated from each other, he clenched his hand and then loosened it, after repeating several times.

A certain person's words suddenly came to mind. Yan Xuanling couldn't remember the expression of that person at that time, and it was probably full of dogma. He said:

Ayan, your hands are used to save people.

Yan Xuanling had long forgotten how she answered at that time, maybe she just smiled foolishly or nodded.

He has always had no great vision of becoming a hero, and time travel...was just a nightmare for him.

Yan Xuanling lowered his head, looked at the tea in his warm palm, and took another sip.

If he can, he really wants to go back... In a small house of tens of square meters, mindless dog blood dramas are playing on the TV, instant noodles that are not nutritious but delicious are scalded in boiling water, and the trash can is full of rubbish. It should have been cleaned up long ago.

Get up in a hurry every day and go to work.After being squeezed dry, I squeezed the subway to get off work. ...so crowded that people couldn't even get out of the car, and it was so small that it almost didn't exist.

I receive my salary at the end of the month, and after paying the rent, I basically become a paycheck.

Such an ordinary day...is it really good?

Yan Xuanling felt that the black tea in his hand was gradually enlarged...strange?What about his family in the original world?

Yan Xuanling took a sip of tea calmly and smiled, no matter which world he was in, he was not doing well.

"Yan Xuanling." A gentle but faint voice sounded in his ear.

"Are you awake?" Yan Xuanling took another sip of tea, looked at Knight and smiled, "Didn't sleep long?"

"Sleep well." Knight answered irrelevantly, just smiled: "Let's go, I heard Liujin calling me."

"What are you doing?" Yan Xuanling wondered, "Why didn't I hear it?"

Knight smiled: "Attend Ouya's funeral."

Yan Xuanling paused for a moment before he realized that the stupid-looking werewolf was already dead.

He has just joined the Phantom Thieves, and apart from being familiar with Chloe, he hasn't said a few words to the rest of the team.

"Hmm..." Yan Xuanling just nodded, he didn't know what else to say.

Knight put his coat on his shoulders, walked over to wrap Yan Xuanling's waist, and they moved downstairs in an instant.

Then I walked out of the living room. Because of the rain just now, the air was very cool and fresh.

Yan Xuanling noticed that the ground became a little soft due to the rain, and every time he stepped on it, a mark was left.

Liu Jin stood in the middle of the crowd. He combed his hair neatly and fastened his black suit meticulously.

Yan Xuanling couldn't even see any signs of sadness in him, while Liu Jin just stood by the coffin, looking at the dead young werewolf inside the coffin.

Among the members of the Phantom Thieves, apart from Liu Jin and the other little werewolf beside him, almost no one... or no one felt sad for the death of this werewolf.

They are like the flowers and trees growing here, they are clearly living creatures, but they don't seem to have the slightest emotion.

"May in the next life... you can meet your true love." Liu Jin just said such a sentence, and then looked at Knight.

Nate smiled and nodded.

Liu Jin also nodded, and lit a match. Such a weak flame obviously couldn't make any ripples, but when it was thrown into the coffin, it ignited a raging fire.

Looking at it, Yan Xuanling realized that this was life, and at the end, it was just such a handful of fire and ashes.

From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw that the flowers that hadn't bloomed this morning had already bloomed.

In this blazing fire, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, the raindrops fell on the petals of the flowers, and the sun's rays shone on the drops, making them gradually melt away in beauty.

Yan Xuanling suddenly felt an indigestible sadness.