love and redemption

She was caught by Anivar again, but for some reason, Anivar was not as brutal as she imagined, and she didn't use any other means to humiliate her, but she just felt that Anivar was very bad.

Anival puts on his mask and prepares to lead Eve through the village.

Eve's eyes lit up when he saw Anivar's outfit, "Santa Claus?"

It was the second time Anival heard it called, "What is Santa Claus?"

Eve also realized that the current vampire is not the future Santa Claus, "he is the one who comes to give me presents every Christmas."

"Christmas?" Anival was an Egyptian vampire, and he had no experience with this kind of festival.

And there is no Christmas in this day and age.

Eve didn't know how to explain it to him, she didn't want him to know that she was from a millennium later.

Because thousands of years later, when this vampire pretends to be Santa Claus and gives her gifts, he always misses someone through her.

This shows that he didn't know that she would be the person thousands of years later, unlike the Blood Ancestor, who caught her through the surface at a glance.

But if that's the case, and she's still alive, why did the Blood Ancestor wait 1000 years to catch her?

Did she die in the middle?

Thinking about it, she felt a little happy, after all, she didn't want to stay in the vampire civilization for a long time.

"What about you? What is Christmas?"

Seeing her running away, Anival said it again.

"The day after my birthday."

"When is your birthday?"

Eve lied, "Tomorrow."

Anival silently wrote it down and led her through the village.

He originally thought that after catching her this time, the relationship between them would be tense, but who knew it could be so peaceful.

Although Eve was cold to him, it didn't matter, there was no disgust in her eyes, and that was fine.

He still remembered that when she looked at him, there was undisguised disgust.

The next day, Anival prepared a very rich food for her.

When Eve saw the greasy meat, she didn't have any appetite at all.

I don't know why, but when she was with Anivar, she suffered from frequent stomach problems.

Mental memories are forgotten, but physical memories are unforgettable.

Anival gave her a necklace.

Eve looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Although Anivar was a little apprehensive, he still held a proud posture, "Happy birthday."

"I see that you are very concerned about the jade pendant on your neck. I think you should like the necklace very much."

That jade pendant was her hope to go home, so of course she cared about it.

Eve even forgot the lies she uttered yesterday, and only felt that Anivar was very strange, "Don't you love Isis?"

Aniwar's expression froze, Isis's voice and appearance became farther and farther away, and he couldn't even outline the outline.

In his mind, now all is the girl in front of him.

He had indeed betrayed Isis, but he thought about it again, who can say for sure about feelings, and besides, Isis and the two of them have long been out of play.

"At the beginning, I was not good, and I did a lot of wrong things."

Eve heard Anival speak, and comforted him casually, "It's okay, Isis will forgive you."

Anival: ...

He was apologizing to her!

"Do you blame me for what I did to you before?" Anivar asked hesitantly.

Eve thought about it, but she didn't think about what Anivar had done to her. She only remembered that Anivar always forgot to give her something to eat, and everything else seemed vague.

"Okay."

She gave an ambiguous answer.

Aniwar was obviously not satisfied with an answer, but a gust of wind blew, and the Blood Ancestor stood in front of him immediately.

The blood ancestor found it very quickly this time.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he felt a little complicated.

Such a good girl should be treated with tenderness wherever she goes.

However, even if Eve forgot about those things, she shouldn't get along so well with Anivar.

Could it be that as long as someone gives her good food, good clothes and good-looking clothes, can she accept it?

The hand holding the sword was clenched tightly, and heat waves were seething in the scarlet eyes.

"Eve, come to me."

The tone is flat, but Eve thinks she heard some coldness and anger.

Aniwar stood in front of her and sneered at Xue Zu, "I'll let you die here today if you can beat me."

The two vampires in front of them were fighting like a raging fire, swords and swords.

Their speed was so fast that they could only see the cold light of the cold weapons under the moonlight.

She saw Anivar being knocked down, falling right in front of her eyes.

The moment the tall body fell down, the wind even blew up the hem of her skirt.

The blood ancestor finally made a comeback, and he won against Anivar.

Eve's thoughts wandered, what about her?

Will Anival die?

She fell into the hands of the blood ancestor again, and then?

Then wait a few years or decades or something, and Anivar will become stronger and snatch her away again?

Eve looked at the farce-like scene in front of her indifferently, wondering what she was?

Item or captive?

Or a plaything for two vampires to fight over?

The possessiveness that Anivar felt towards her just now was the same as that of the Blood Ancestor towards her.

She doesn't want to live this life.

This kind of forced to stay in the vampire civilization, forced to turn around in the hands of two vampires, is really too uncomfortable.

But her weakness can't change anything, except death.

The moment the knife fell, Eve stood in front of Anivar.

The blood ancestor never thought that Eve would stand in front of Anivar, and he moved neatly, cutting open her shoulders all the way to the heart.

Eve took one last look at the Blood Ancestor.

He actually saw panic, astonishment, and faint anger in his eyes.

It should be annoyed that she would block the knife for Anivar.

The Blood Ancestor clenched the handle of the knife tightly, pulled out the knife, and watched the girl fall to the ground with a blank expression, while Aniwar who was next to her anxiously fed her white blood.

The Blood Ancestor thought it was funny, but Anivar thought his blood was useful?

Really thought Eve used his pool?

He raised the knife again, the tip of the knife glowed coldly under the moonlight, and he raised the knife with his hand and dropped it.

Anivar's head fell.

The red essence in his body escaped into the soil and fled quickly.

The Blood Ancestor didn't have the time to care about him, he cut his palm open, and the white blood merged into a stream and trickled out.

He leaned down and pinched Eve's mouth open, but no matter what, the white blood couldn't be poured in.

Not even the wounds healed.

Her body temperature is cooling.

The ground beneath him was soaked in blood, like a beautiful painting.

Eve didn't know why, she was clearly out of breath, but she could still see the scene in front of her.

After a person dies, can the soul look at the aftermath for a while longer?

She saw that the blood ancestor had no way to heal her.

There was some relief in my heart, and it was finally over.

But she could only stay in this place, watching the Blood Ancestor.

She saw his anxiety.

There was a flash of pain on his expressionless face.

His hand was pressed against her wound, and white blood continued to flow from the palm of his hand, but it had no effect.

Red blood and white blood never mingle.

She saw the blood ancestor pressed her shoulder unwillingly, not caring how much blood he had lost.

She also heard his low growl.

"Wake me up."

"Didn't you block the knife for Anival? If you don't want him to die, wake me up, or I will kill him now."

"You don't want me to suck humans, okay, I won't go, wake up!"

"I beg you, wake up."

However, the girl was lying on the ground with her eyes tightly closed, her face pale but still beautiful as a picture.

He leaned down and kissed her lips.

Eve looked on in shock, she didn't expect that the Blood Ancestor would look like this.

But then, her body turned into steam and dissipated.

Eve was a little sad, couldn't she even leave a complete body in the end?

The Blood Ancestor froze for a moment, and then let out a mournful cry unique to vampires.

She saw him take off his robe and lay it on the floor.

Then began to dig the dirt, dig the dirt stained with her blood, put the dirt into the robe, wrap it up, and take it away.

Vampires are born from the dirt.

And shall also be born again from the mud.