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"Selter, do vampires shed tears?" Mo Mo lay on the man's body, with his legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands touched the corners of his eyes, slowly rubbing them.

The Duke held his hand and put it on his lips to kiss, "Wei, although the blood race has no temperature, they still retain their humanity."

Shen Mo lowered his eyes. In fact, he had already thought about how to do this task, and he was sure that once he did it, he would succeed.

But he was too late to do it.

Year after year has passed, for the blood race, they have no concept of time, sleeping at sunrise and waking up at sunset is all they have.

They have an infinite life, but those ordinary people will experience birth, old age, sickness and death, which is unavoidable.

Lai Xin died at the age of 80, and she lived a stable life. The only regret is that she never married after Ah Jin disappeared.

Fortunately, at the moment of death, God heard her wish, and the boy she loved stood in front of her.

The handsome Sunshine in memory, but she is already gray-haired and dying.

Looking at the night sky above his head, Mo Mo said softly, "I thought you would make her a blood race."

A Jin carved strokes on the tombstone with a knife, his voice was calm, and there was a smile on his face, but it made people cry.

"She is an angel living in the sunshine. If I take away her sunshine, then it is tantamount to ruining her life with my own hands."

After a long time, Shen Mo put the yellow chrysanthemum in his hand on the small soil bag, "A Jin, do you blame me?"

Back then, if it wasn't for him, the couple would have gotten married and had children, and lived happily ever after.

The forest was silent for a while, save for the heavy and rhythmic sound of knives carving wood.

Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, he turned silently and walked towards the exit of the forest.

"I am a sinner, I fell in love with my partner." A Jin put down the knife and blew away the sawdust on it. He turned his head and stared at the thin figure with his back to him, hiding countless emotions of days and nights quietly in the night. It came out silently, and he laughed silently, "...it's been a long time."

Silent's footsteps stopped imperceptibly, but he quickly picked up. He didn't look back, but he knew that the young man's fiery eyes stayed on him until he walked out of the forest.

A long time ago, when we met for the first time, he knew what Ajin was thinking, but he thought that with the passage of time, he would eventually change.

I never thought that some things cannot be taken away by the years.

As soon as he returned to the castle, he saw Hena standing there with a dignified expression, under a dark red robe, which became more and more strange.

She pursed her lips silently, "What's wrong?"

"The Holy See is rampantly active. Crosses and wooden stakes that bless the power of light appear in the streets and alleys. They want to drive us all to death."

Mo Mo went to give Celt's most loyal servant a hug, soothing her restless emotions.

A black bat flew over Shen Mo's head, flapping its wings non-stop, urging something, Mo Mo said goodbye to Hena, and followed the black bat upstairs.

The man was sitting on the chair, his black dress was rarely messy, the neckline was open, and there were a few light teeth marks on his pale skin.

It was left by his little friend.

Silently touched the black bat's head, waved it away, closed the door with his hand, walked to the man, leaned over and put his arms around his neck.

"Selter, I heard what Hena said."

"Wei, that's not your thing to worry about." Selt patted his butt, hugged him on his lap, and slid his hand into the neckline to stroke.

Shen Mo adjusted his sitting posture, opened his legs, and let the man's gradually waking desire come up to him.

He reached out to unbutton his clothes, then went to undo Selt's, leaned over and kissed the man with a bewitching smile in front of him, and licked his chin with his tongue.

Selt's hand moved away from the wine glass, and the stained red wine left seductive traces on the boy's beautiful back, a drop of red wine flowed into the gap along the tailbone, and something happened quietly in a corner that others could not see.

"Wei, your enthusiasm during this time has surprised me." His partner showed longing eyes to him. He was happy, but felt inexplicably that he would lose something.

The silent drooping eyelids concealed the emotions in his eyes. He raised his eyes, raised the corners of his lips to reveal a smile, and then lowered his head to bite Celt's chest.

Selt took a deep breath, the rolling Adam's apple showed his hunger and thirst at the moment, he looked at the top of the boy's black hair, and let him lick his chest like a child.

I can't remember how many times I followed my desires and did the most primitive things. I knew each other's sensitive points well, and I wanted to let the other party enjoy more.

"Se...Selter...don't do it there..." Mo Mo grabbed his shoulders, his body bouncing up and down with the rhythm.

The one under him went deep, bumped into that point, slowed down and rubbed, Selt licked his neck, "Wei, you always say what you mean."

Mo Mo shook his body, and the cold liquid sprayed all over his abdomen that was close to Celt, sticky.

The smell of wine in the air was gradually replaced by other smells, and the breathing of the two people in the room became more and more rapid.

The chair made a slight sound, Selt put his silent legs on his shoulders, put one arm around his waist, and the other hand touched the pink object he had just released, slowly flicking it with the slippery liquid , Changing the angle to occupy his partner.

Shen Mo leaned back, wrapped his arms around Celt's neck tightly, moaned intermittently, moved his hips, and actively catered to him, making a tighter bond.

People in the world say that the blood race is affectionate and enthusiastic, but they don't know that they are equally affectionate.

From the initial obsession with blood, delicious food, to unconscious habits, recognition, and wanting to see it every day when I open my eyes, this process is not long, but it is enough to be unforgettable.

During the 100 years of the Celtic couple's love, Shen Mo sat at one end of the long table, looking at the snacks on it, as well as his favorite almond tea, freshly picked roses, and the gentlemanly and elegant man opposite.

"Wei, in the next hundred years, I hope you will grow up."

Looking at the happiness clearly visible in the man's eyes, he was stunned for a moment in silence, which is a rare phenomenon for him, whether it is real life or the experiences he has gone through in the past.

"dimension?"

The approaching breath of death, accompanied by the voice in his ear, pulled back his silent thoughts. He tied Celt's long hair with a headband, and leaned over to kiss him.

"Mr. Selter, your partner has never known how old you are, should you tell him?"

His Excellency the Duke slightly raised his eyebrows, "Forgot."

"Wei, do you think I'm old?" His Excellency the Duke showed a hurt expression, "Humans have a saying that love should have no age limit."

"Yes." Shen Mo took a sip of almond tea and said jokingly, "But Mr. Selt, isn't the gap between us a little bit bigger?"

"Let's talk about something else, Wei, today is our centennial anniversary." Celt touched his nose and turned his head so that the boy could bite his neck with one mouth.

Looking at the pale and slender neck in front of him, he knew how delicious the blood under the skin was, Mo Mo didn't stick out his teeth, just licked it back and forth a few times.

This made Lord Duke a little surprised, the young man who used to pounce on him was extraordinarily controlling today.

The sense of loss brought about by the kind of raised child grew up in his heart, Selt picked up the glass and sipped the red wine, stood up and took Shen Mo for a walk in the manor behind.

All the servants of the castle were out today, and they were ordered to come back only before sunrise, because tonight belonged to the Duke and his companion.

From winter to spring, decades later, Silence has been able to hide his aura very well, sometimes standing behind Celt, he doesn't even know it.

Of course, such times are rare.

In the middle of the night, Shen Mo went to the basement quietly with a kerosene lamp, which was the only place he had never been to.

The black coffin was opened, and Selt sat up while grabbing the edge, whispering angrily and coldly, "Wei, you are too disobedient."

Hena followed her lord, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions. When she followed outside the basement, she seemed to understand something, and the candlestick in her hand almost fell to the ground.

"what are you doing?"

Shen Mo was shocked, and the book in his hand fell to the ground. He turned around and saw the man's slender figure against the light, making the whole basement cold.

"Selter, I'm just a little bored, I want to read some books to pass the time." He tried to appease the scary man in front of him.

The book on the ground seemed to be alive, flipping through the pages one by one, and stopped on one of the pages, there was still a tiny trace on it, suggesting that someone had read it a moment ago.

There are dense Latin texts on it, recording many unknown things, including, the Holy See, and blood clan.

Looking at his little friend, Selt tried his best to restrain the urge to scold him, he leaned over and kissed the boy's cheek, "I'm not tolerant, on the contrary, I'm cruel, baby, don't make me angry, okay? "

Shen Mo raised his head, let the cold kiss on his face stop on his mouth, he slightly pursed his lips, "I'm sorry."

What happened that day was not rumored, but it made Celt suspicious. He carried Silence with him every day, almost inseparable, but some things were destined to happen.

For the blood race, the moment of sunrise is when they are most vulnerable, and their minds will also fall into a state of turbidity.

Shen Mo drove the wooden stake stolen from the small town church into Celt's chest, his eyes were flushed, and his hands rotten by the wooden stake trembled violently.

Knowing that doing this will only make the man unconscious, but he will still feel pain. Doesn't it mean that vampires have no heart?Then why did he feel his heart throbbing.

"Selter, I have to go." As before, he licked the man's neck and lips, licking off the spilled blood, silently with red eyes, and said softly, "I owe a lot of debts, no I should promise you again."

There was cold liquid on his face, and he reached out to wipe it off, "I have been very happy in these 180 years, thank you."

After finishing speaking, Mo Mo bit his lips hard, a little discouraged, "I take back that sentence, Celt, wait for me."

By the river outside the town, the young man shrouded in black robe looked at several people coming from a distance. The leading man had a cross hanging on his chest, exuding a holy aura.

He is the cardinal of the Holy See, Hughes, and heir of the man Silence met on the streets of London many years ago.

"Meet you again." Seeing the young man he had met by accident two years ago, Hughes had a soft light in his eyes, which quickly disappeared. He stretched out his hand, "Wei, God welcomes you back."

Mo Mo raised his eyes to look at him, but he seemed to be looking at a farther place. He slowly stretched out his hand. At that moment, the power of light made his hand burn.

Hughes restrained his breath, pulled the boy's black robe to block the rain, and said softly, "The Pope welcomes you too."

Between flashes and flints, Shen Mo bit Hughes' neck fiercely. As expected, the other party only struggled a few times, watched him fall slowly, met his disappointed eyes, and said silently and calmly, "Hughes, I'm sorry, but I have to help him sort out some troubles before leaving."

The man opened his mouth and could only make a sound of pain. The cross on his chest was torn off by him and thrown into the rain. That was the only thing he did before he died.

Until his death, he was unwilling to hurt this young man. Just like his ancestors, he was poisoned by a kind of poison.

This is great irony.

The people running over raised their guns, the silver-plated bullets easily penetrated, Mo Mo didn't even block him, his expression changed suddenly, and he turned slowly, countless black bats pounced on those people, he looked at that The dark king showed a shocked and flustered expression.

The familiar and obsessed breath of death rushed towards his face, Mo Mo pursed his mouth, and slowly knelt down, but fell into a warm embrace.

"S... Celt..." Shen Mo stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the man's face, but seeing his hand disappearing little by little, he smiled weakly, "A thousand years...wait for me...one thousand..."

He chose to die by himself, and it took him nearly a hundred years to make this decision, because he didn't want to leave.

But you have to go.

The cold and trembling lips touched the fading lips, Celt cut open his heart, and a large stream of bright red blood gushed out, soon dyeing all the people in his arms red, strangely not washed by the rain, but It penetrates a little bit.

He stroked the boy's hair and hugged it tightly, his hoarse voice trembling, "Wei, the moment I stole you from God, you are mine."

A drop of blood and tears fell from the red eyes, and there seemed to be a voice in the air.

The heart breaks.

Silently closed his eyes slowly, and with that blood-red tear, he fell into permanent darkness.

The soul-stirring and poignant beauty stunned the surrounding black bats, and they stood quietly by the side, only immersed in the sad desolation of the world.