The blood clan boss was sucked blood by the opponent's light god

The autumn moon is silvery and bright, hanging in the corner of the sky. It is a cufflink that is polished to a bright finish, pinned on dark blue velvet.

Xia Mixun tightly pinched the corner of the pillow, his eyes shone in the moonlight, as if a layer of mist had condensed.Turning his face slightly, he pursed the corners of his mouth towards the black-haired man, with a smile and a fragile expression mixed with hope and fear.

With the glimmer of thin frost, Shang Lai only felt that the dark night in the world is really too cunning.While the sun was hiding, it descended quietly, casting a soul-stirring spell on his vampire——

The magic works.

As a result, his vampire turned into a dream, scattered into foam, and boiled in his brain in vain. The strange and crazy flame scorched the heart of the clay sculpture and wood carving in Yuexiong's cavity, and even his soul was destroyed. And melted, rising into a scorching white steam.

Says the night: "Undo my magic! Before the day comes, turn the salt into honey, the poison into ointment, and the ashes into spiritual food."

Shang Lai slowly leaned over and reached out to take Xia Mixun into his arms.Through the faint light, Xia Mixun saw the ocean of dark night surging in those pupils, so deep that even the fireworks faltered.

"I have never loved anyone, so I can give you a lot of love." Shang Lai's voice seemed to come from a distant place, but it was close at hand. "Throw them to you, throw them to you, you just treat them as cheap goods, even if you don't want them, I will dedicate all of myself to you."

Xia Mixun stretched out his hand to hug him back, touching the side of his neck with the tip of his nose, feeling the beating of his pulse, which was connected to his own heartbeat.

"Very precious." He stubbornly insisted, "Shang Lai's love is very precious to me."

Shang Lai is bright and warm, it is daytime, and it is the golden brilliance that penetrates the thick shade of midsummer.But he is dark, cold, dark night, and the winter snow exuding a sharp smell of blood.When the light and heat swept across like a torrent, he was irresistible, and was forced to dissipate the worms, dripping into a pair of wide palms filled with clear water.

The clear water is clear and shallow, even if it is just a breeze, it can sway the ripples.Seeing the snow water that should have been crystal-clear become cloudy, confused, and sour, and the terrifying light and heat that burned more and more because of the lack of care, gave birth to infinite tenderness. Coax.

As everyone knows, the chief culprit who made Shuangxue cry unceasingly and unrestrainedly, was himself.

The magic is so incredible that even the seasons are reversed.

Isn't it the cool and clean early autumn, why is it filled with the sweet fragrance of winter snow?Mixed with the vigorous fragrance of the tall plants in the hot summer sun, the air here is almost steamed into the most luscious absinthe syrup - take a sip, it doesn't matter if you don't see any rewards, it is worth all the loneliness And forgetting, paralyzing the mind, warming the body. The moon is empty.

"Hello, God of Light. I believe you must have heard the name of this deity. That's right, this deity is the No. 13 true ancestor of the blood race. I have never begged anyone in my life, but today, I am still begging you with an old face. Here we come, I hope you will not be ignorant of flattery."

"This deity hopes that you can bless Shang Lai with no illness or calamity, so that he can live his life in peace and health. This deity knows that human life is very short, and there is no resurrection or eternal life. The only thing I want is to let Shang Lai live a little longer, a little longer. , it would be very, very good to let the deity be with him even for just one more second."

"Finally, thank you. Thank you for your apology to this deity last time. Because of your fireworks, this deity feels very happy. With this moment of happiness, all the unhappiness in the past and future are the happiest happiness."

After praying, Xia Mixun was a little apprehensive, could his words really reach the court of bliss at the other end of the world?

However, he didn't know that at the moment he put the talisman into the palm of his lover, all the voices were repeated, and every word, every sentence, echoed in the ears of the god with incomparable clarity.

The magic is broken.

The sky turned white, and the rose-colored sun surged up from the horizon. The halo was like foam on the sea, and the stars spread over the window, illuminating the minister's room——

According to legend, a sharpened wedge must be brutally driven into the hearts of vampires in order to wipe them out.But no one knows that the No. 13 true ancestor who once ruled the apex of the Millennium City will also fall into a sweet death time and time again due to similar cruel punishments.

No, at least the punishment of the sharp awl was terminated cleanly, and it would not cause him to be repeatedly tortured by the feeling of being suspended in the air. No matter how much he cried and begged, his eyes swelled into peaches, he would not get a little forgiveness.

In fact, the black-haired lover was already extremely gentle. He didn't understand anything, didn't understand anything, and thought it would be the same as a warm hug and a gentle kiss, a warm and gentle spring breeze.A moment ago, he was still immersed in a blissful drunken dream, and the next moment, he was dragged into the turbulent vortex where two ocean currents converged by his lover who suddenly became a little scary.

At one end is extreme misery, at the other end is supreme happiness.

Half of the soul is separated from the pale body, ascending lightly, sinking heavily, and finally, nothing can be seen, only the white expanse that flickers and sweeps quickly in the confused field of vision, endlessly, day and night.

Is this the price for bestowing the grace of the gods as a vampire?

You don't know, I don't know.

But the night knows it, the moon knows it, and so does magic.

The author has something to say: It’s been a long time since I wrote a prose that uses scenery to express emotions (or is it a blend of scenes and emotions in the scenery?) prose (rubbing hands)

By the way, have you ever seen that emoticon package, what is there at home is more important than mountains of gold and silver

By the way @商莱 happy, satisfied, you can wake up from your dreams with a smile, right? (Han Juan's tone)