[Blood] Shura's Castle

Prince Auston, who was far away in the Le Senbai Presbyterian Church, launched a coup and took control of all the nobles who were loyal to his elder brother, Prince McKee, in one fell swoop.The nobles who went to Vatican with McGee to provoke him had long surrendered to Auston. When McGee was hit by an arrow and was seriously injured, they all used their spiritual power to bring McGee back to the territory of the Le Senbai family. After a short treatment, Then McKee was thrown into prison on the charge of mutilating relatives and conspiring to overthrow the family.

The Duke crawled onto the bed with his exhausted body, and fell asleep as soon as he pulled the quilt cover off, while Leng Xing was awakened by the cold all over her body not long after.Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Leng Xing smelled a slight smell of blood on her body.

It is the imprint left after flying past the corpses of countless Fanzhuo guards and witnessing that shocking duel.

The Duke in his sleep took off his usual icy mask, and his long eyelashes quietly cast shadows on his face, looking as pure and harmless as a newborn baby.Leng Xing reached out to caress her cheek, his slender fingers brushed across her eyebrows, and finally stopped at the corner of her lips.

Her skin was as cold as ever, and Leng Xing had long been used to it.

The Duke wrapped his arms around her tightly. Even in the most relaxed sleep state, she was still full of insecurity, as if holding herself tighter could prevent her from being hurt.Seeing this scene, Leng Xing felt a little sore in her heart. She gently opened the Duke's arms around her, put one hand around her waist, and put the other under her neck, leaning against her slightly cold shoulder, and closed it again. Eye.

When Leng Xing woke up again, the Duke had already finished dressing and was sitting by the bed looking at her.

"Wake up."

She leaned over to kiss Leng Xing's lips.

"Is it a good morning kiss?"

"It's already one o'clock in the afternoon, baby, you can really sleep."

The Duke showed his white teeth and smiled softly.

"Please, have I woken up yet?" Leng Xing grabbed the Duke's hand and pulled himself up from the bed, "Besides... ah——"

A tearing pain.

"Baby, are you okay?" The Duke instantly held her body and let her lean into his arms.

"fine……"

Leng Xing grinned in pain, but he was still trying to be brave.

"Sorry, I……"

"It's all right now." She leaned weakly on the Duke's shoulder, "This kind of thing is inevitable."

Tried to move the body, but the pain was still severe.

"But I still hurt you..."

"Is this your first time?" The Duke didn't answer her before.

"How could it not be!" The Duke growled suddenly, "You think I'm like..."

"I didn't doubt you..." Stretching out his hand to cover her lips, Leng Xing looked up at her, "Since it's the first time, there's nothing to apologize for. I've been mentally prepared for it."

Leaning on the Duke's shoulder, she glanced at the gray sky outside the window.

"Besides, this is what I would like to do. But...you said that the blood race becomes an adult at the age of one hundred, and it's the first time you have..."

"I'm not frigid."

Unfortunately, the Duke met Leng Xing's eyes and accidentally saw her inner thoughts, and this time she was more annoyed than the one in the hospital.

She frowned slightly, her expression very unhappy.Although the sound is flat, it is obviously very mindful of this matter.

"No... oops..." Leng Xing buried his head in her arms in embarrassment, not daring to look at her again.How did you forget that she can read minds? "I was just thinking, your charm is invincible, even those who hate you have to be subdued, so why..."

"I don't want to."

It’s not that the Duke has no suitors, on the contrary, her suitors broke through the threshold, and even several times she was forced to marry by Proseus, and the Duke, who was unwilling to marry politically, fled to human society in a rage, pretending to be a student and hiding in the campus .

"Aren't the blood clans all noble, beautiful, and elegant? Why don't you like those nobles, but..."

Leng Xing didn't finish speaking, but the Duke already understood what she meant.

"Do you think they really like me?" The Duke sneered, with endless indifference in his eyes, "Although there are countless powerful people in the vampire society, pure blood is extremely rare. Moreover, what you don't know is that some vampires will suck the same kind The blood of pure blood is undoubtedly the most powerful. And I..."

"It happens to be four generations of pure blood. But I think, if you don't want to, no one can force you?"

"Kindredmates exchange blood when they are in love."

"Could it be that the reason you chose me is that you don't need to 'donate blood'?" Leng Xing widened his eyes in surprise.

"How is it possible. You also said that no one can force me. If you want, I can give it to you now."

The Duke's pupils tightened, and blood oozed from his white fingers, which was astonishingly red.

"No! What are you doing stupid!"

Seeing the Duke's "self-mutilation", Leng Xing was in a hurry. He stood up abruptly, and then fell down on the bed again because of the pain.

"Honey, how does my blood taste?"

The Duke's voice was low and alluring. She stretched out her fingertips and smeared blood on Leng Xing's lips. Suddenly, Leng Xing's lips turned bright red, as if she had also become a vampire.

"Really! Stop making trouble, you are bleeding!"

Leng Xing looked around for something to bind, but she failed.She didn't dare to tear the duke's gorgeous silk sheets, the velvet quilt was not suitable for wrapping, and the pajamas she was wearing couldn't be pulled at all...

She gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind, took the Duke's hand, sucked her bleeding fingertips in her mouth.

Although he had the belief of becoming a doctor since he was a child, Leng Xing didn't like blood, and would frown when he smelled blood.But this time, the Duke's blood did not cause her any displeasure.On the contrary, the sweet and fishy taste spread in her mouth, and she was inexplicably obsessed with this feeling.

A tingling sensation came from the fingertips, and the whole body seemed to be electrified.This was the first time the Duke had felt this way except last night.

"Didn't you say no?" The Duke looked at her slightly surprised.

"I'm not trying to suck your blood! I'm stopping the bleeding!"

Leng Xing stared at her, and pulled out her finger after a few seconds: "Look, the bleeding has stopped, although I really don't like this method of stopping bleeding."

"I love so much."

The Duke licked his fingertips, Leng Xing didn't dare to look directly at his bewitching smile.

"This... isn't this an indirect kiss..."

"I still prefer to be direct..."

Leng Xing's voice of protest was blocked in her throat, and her face was flushed when she finally regained the freedom to speak.

"I want to eat." She pretended to be unintentional and changed the subject, as if the previous things were not worth mentioning, but her cheeks were still hot, as if she had received all the heat from the sun.

"It's already ready."

After Leng Xing enjoyed the food, the Duke accompanied her to browse around the castle.

"This is……"

Leng Xing stood in front of a painting, staring at the gray and bright colors on it.

The silver-haired woman was wearing a red and black military uniform, freely shuttled in the sky, her blood-stained cape fluttering.With a bow in one hand and a long sword in the other, she beheaded her enemies.

The bewitching red gushes out, contrasting with the deep iron gray in the sky of the picture.The whole painting is extremely tense, as if the center of the world is gathered on the heroic woman.Everything is a foil, only the bloody rose is extremely dazzling.

"It turned out to be...you?"

"Yes." There was a hint of bitterness in the Duke's voice.

"Did you draw it?"

She looked at the resolute blue eyes of the duke in the painting, and the blood gushing all over her.

"No, it's my subordinate."

Such a tense painting would not come from her hands.Her works seldom have such dramatic and violent contrasts. Most of her works are based on realism, just like photographs, she observes the world calmly and records the pictures without emotion.

"Where is he now?" Leng Xing had a look of admiration in his eyes, "It's so beautiful..."

Even the slaying duke is stunningly beautiful.

"Dead." There was no ups and downs in the flat voice.

"Dead? How did he die?" Leng Xing asked in surprise.

"I killed him with the sword in the painting, my spiritual weapon."

The Duke straightened his arms, and the silver light flowed on her fingertips, condensing into a solid body.

The sharp long sword, with gorgeous patterns, glowed with a moon-white cold light.

Obviously the sword was extremely clean, but Leng Xing could feel the bloody and violent aura emanating from it, and the cold chill seemed to warn her not to provoke the owner of the sword.

Yes, that was the spiritual weapon of the Duke of Roses—Silver Moon, which had drank the blood of thousands of people and accompanied her in her military career, forging brilliant achievements.

"Did it kill him?" Leng Xing stretched out his hand, trying to take the sword.

"Don't touch!"

As a human being, Leng Xing can't touch her spiritual weapon at all!

Even other vampires will...

Being backlashed by the huge spiritual power, ranging from injury to severe...death.

However, Leng Xing had already picked up the sword, and the cold chill disappeared, and the sword seemed to surrender to her, restraining all its sharpness.

"It's so heavy..." She panted, completely ignoring the Duke's pupils that narrowed in surprise.

how come!

She's obviously... just an ordinary human being.

Leng Xing's arm was sore for a while, her physical condition was not good since she was a child, and she had suffered a gunshot wound, so it would be very difficult for her to hold heavy things.Seeing this, the Duke hastily snatched the heavy sword from her hand.

"It's not your thing to take."

"I know...but it's really beautiful. But why?"

The sharp long sword turned into silver light and disappeared, finally disappearing at the Duke's fingertips.She stood with her hands behind her back, with her back to the painting, looking at the scenery of the mountains in the distance.And Leng Xing quietly watched the Duke, waiting for her answer.

"He used to be a human being." With difficulty, the Duke thought for a long time, but only managed to squeeze out these few words.

The Duke's eyes seemed to be dodging something, as if referring to a memory she didn't want to touch.

"and then?"

"During the Millennium Jihad, clans fought for power, and the flames of war spread everywhere. At that time, a large number of human beings were embraced by blood clans and became a new army, killing each other on the battlefield. Of course, the disappearance and death of a large number of people is recorded in human history books. because of an outbreak of infectious disease."

Leng Xing licked her lips, she felt her throat was a bit dry.

"That person was also one of the victims who was first embraced by the high-level and thrown into the battlefield. I was the commander of the Vanjo family at that time. By chance, I saw his paintings and I was very shocked. It was like..." She thought After a while, "It's almost like the shock of tasting your blood, but it's not that strong."

That was the first time she saw such a strong emotion gushing out of a person's work.Whether it is a scene without life or a creature full of vitality, it is as if they have stepped out of the scroll and told themselves.The first painting she saw of him was a battlefield full of gunpowder and soldiers fleeing in all directions, and it was also a mixture of lifeless cold gray and hot red of blood spattering.For some reason, Duke Rose, who has always been calm, rational and almost ruthless, was infected by the despair in the painting, and stood there for a long time before withdrawing his thoughts of going away.

Leng Xing couldn't help laughing, it really was a vampire, for example, they used blood.

"Didn't you know how to draw then?"

"I just became an adult, my parents died, I was stripped of memory, and my spiritual power was sealed. It can be said that I was just like you at that time, Leng Xing. And my great prince father didn't teach me anything. stuff, except for occasionally teaching me to control my spiritual power."

Leng Xing felt that the tone of the Duke's voice rose slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with his father, even though her expression was as calm as ever.

"You keep talking."

"I am obsessed with his paintings, so I appointed him as my personal guard, and sometimes I learn to paint from him. But once on the battlefield, when the enemy was in an advantage, the soldiers scattered and fled. I ordered the retreaters to kill on the spot, but Some people still escaped. In order to enforce military discipline, I personally beheaded several fleeing soldiers, including him."

"Without any hesitation?"

"No."

Her eyes were terribly sensible.

"Although it's true to do so, isn't it too cruel? You don't necessarily have to kill him."

"Defy my subordinates, there is no reason to live. There is no warmth in my heart, Leng Xing."

The Duke turned his back to her and said nothing for a long time.And Leng Xing also felt that the air was frozen, and he didn't say a word.

After being silent for a while, the Duke didn't say anything more, he was about to leave with his long legs, and his robe was flying.

Leng Xing looked at her who was leaving, and asked loudly, "Where are you going, Qian Xiyue?"

The Duke stopped and looked back at her.

"I think of one thing to do. Leng Xing, go back to my bedroom and don't wander around."

She left without looking back.Leng Xing stood there in astonishment, not knowing why her mood suddenly changed, her voice and face were full of endless indifference.

The Duke thought of Proseus from Leng Xing's words.

"You don't have to kill him."

Proseus, in your heart, is power and status more important than your elder brother?

Stride down the revolving staircase until he reached the dark and deep underground, the Duke activated his spiritual power.The black iron gate was slowly opened to both sides, revealing the corridor illuminated by green lights, and a gust of dark wind rushed over, but the Duke didn't take it seriously and didn't stop at all.

She continued walking sullenly, then stopped outside a cell.

Proseus, who also had blue eyes, was looking coldly at the Duke of Rose, who was standing with his hands behind his back.There was a pitiful smile on his lips, as if he had come to visit the imprisoned duke.

Chapter61 Gunpowder (Medium)

Shuluo Castle is worthy of its name, because the underground of the castle can lead to the second prison of Camarilla, a purgatory on earth dedicated to detaining political prisoners.

Unlike Camarilla No. [-] Prison, which has never been escaped alive, this Bastille in the blood world is even more famous.Not only because of the horrible scene of hell told by the political prisoners who had escaped alive, but also because the Innis family completely destroyed countless political enemies here.In contrast, Camarilla No. [-] Prison has a little more mystery and weirdness because "no one came out alive".

Camarilla II Prison.

In the gloomy political prison cell, Proseus looked at the Duke standing outside the bars with a cold expression.

"It was you who killed my parents."

The Duke used declarative sentences, without the slightest wave.

"From the point of view of the cause, yes." Proseus replied bluntly.

"From the cause..." the Duke gritted his lips and teeth, and repeated coldly, "Your Highness, you don't know that killing the same kind without a reason is a felony?"

Proseus's blue eyes were the same as the Duke's, shining like the North Star shining in the sky, but the dark blue pupils had strange patterns, as if sprinkled with broken ice.

With a cold breath of broken ice, Proseus looked at the Duke.

The Duke's blue eyes are as clear as a lake, just like her biological father, Apollo, the Sun Prince, but the brilliance in the eyes is inherited from her very charming mother.At this moment, there was no brilliance in her eyes, they were as dark as a night forest.

The two blood clans with high spiritual power stared at each other viciously like wolves, as if they would pounce on each other and tear each other's throat at any moment.

"My brother Apollo committed suicide, I didn't do it myself, and his wife Daphne...then it has nothing to do with me." Proseus's tone was as steady and powerful as ever, leading the head of the military department to issue orders for many years without saying anything. Taste, with just a slight trill at the final mention of the Duke's mother.

But the Duke, whose mind was completely occupied by anger, did not notice this.

Although the surface was frosty, both his facial expression and his tone of voice were well controlled, but under the duke's large black robe, his tall body was tense, like an overstretched bowstring.

"Suicide? Your Royal Highness, why should you deceive yourself? Isn't your elder brother, my father, forced to choose death because of your gluttonous and insatiable desire for power? Die without dignity, just like my grandfather, His Royal Highness Prince Flumine."

A coldness spread in Proseus' eyes, like ice and snow.

"His Royal Highness Prince Flumine deserves to die..." He tried his best to restrain his voice, but he was still trembling with anger from the past humiliation, and even his nose flared, "A cruel and heartless blood like him deserves to be punished by me." home." His Adam's apple was rolling extremely hard, like the wheels of a carriage rolling on a rough mountain road.

"Whether His Royal Highness Prince Flumine is dead or not is up to you, a tyrannical prince who disregards the lives of the people to judge." The Duke looked at him mockingly, "When my father was in power, the family was peaceful and powerful, but when you After launching a coup for your own self-interest, the war in the blood world has intensified, and people are dying. Do you have the right to comment on others? Besides, His Royal Highness Prince Flumine is your father. As a member of the Camarilla Council, His Royal Highness You should know that killing relatives is a felony in the law of blood clan, and anyone who commits this crime will be shot to death!"

The last few words were spoken harshly and quickly, like a sharp sword out of its sheath!

"Crack, crack, crack, crack—" Proseus stood up from the cold floor of the cell, clapping his hands with a sneer on his face, "My dear little Qiangwei is so eloquent, but in your provocative speech Under the words, isn't there a heart that is more cruel, ruthless, and tyrannical than mine? Don't you want to kill me with your own hands?"

His hands clinked with shackles.

"I will never use that kind of shady means. I will kill you openly and squarely in front of everyone, under the judgment of Judge Camarilla."

"Ha!" Proseus sneered, and replied with his nose, "It's fair for me to seize power, in front of everyone. To be precise, it's your coming-of-age ceremony."

The Duke clenched his teeth, his masseter muscles tensed.

"You came here today to know the truth about your mother's death, right? You only know that your arrogant father died just to protect you. The pure-blood who pretends to be calm in front of me, the rose who just embraced Duke..."

Proseus has a long voice, except that he bites the word "pure blood" very hard, his soft voice is very similar to Dr. Hannibal who faced Clarice in "The Silence of the Lambs", with his The slightly sarcastic expression, which seemed to see everything and overlooked all living beings, almost suppressed the Duke who had just gained the upper hand in an instant.

The Duke frowned, and looked at Proseus angrily, without flinching.

"Of course, Her Royal Highness Qiangwei can't comprehend this great paternal love, right? If she knows who killed her own mother, she must also want to kill her enemy."

Proseus continued to mock the Duke, his eyes were full of contempt, like a cat playing with a mouse it caught.Even in prison, the aura of those who have been in power for many years remains undiminished.

However, his last words were full of hatred, and the Duke even suspected that someone else had killed his mother.

"Your Highness, the ax that Mars slashed at you hurts, doesn't it?"

She looked at Proseus with a smile, the gleam in her eyes seemed like a girl in first love acting like a spoiled child to her lover, but the cold smile on her lips revealed her true heart.

Proseus involuntarily wanted to touch his left shoulder, but his hands were locked behind him.Even though the blood had healed from the wound, he still felt piercing pain.

"How does it feel to be assassinated, Your Royal Highness? And the person you trust the most?"

The flame totem on the Duke's sleeve danced wantonly, as if it was really burning.

He knew that she was taking revenge, that he had put her who had trusted him so much in danger, and even made a deal with the culprit who had assassinated her countless times.

So she also wanted him to taste what it was like to be betrayed by someone he trusted.

"Duke Rose, you are actually a poor wretch."

The always gloomy prince also smiled, smiling brightly like the niece in front of him but hiding murderous intentions and revenge.

"what?"

The duke was caught off guard.

"You will never know the truth about your mother's death."

Proseus lowered his voice, his eyes were full of malice, but every word was as clear as thunder to the Duke.

The voice was like a curse echoing in the Duke's long memory, full of deep-seated hatred for her——

"Duke Rose, you are a devil!"

"You will lose everything you love, everything you love, until you have nothing left!"

This is the vicious curse of other blood clans whose heads were beheaded after she ordered the massacre of ten thousand people.

Her father closed his eyes after finishing her protective magic circle with his life.

Her mother was bleeding all over the floor in front of her who seemed to have lost her soul and became numb.

Her younger brother was brutally tortured to death in the shadowy castle under the snow.

Time after time, her lover faced critical and terrifying moments where her life was hanging by a thread.

Perhaps this is the curse that fate bestowed on her after bestowing her with a beautiful appearance, extraordinary talent, noble status, and incomparable wealth.No one should have everything, people with good looks often have empty brains, people who are extremely smart are often poor-looking, people who have both are often born in bad backgrounds, and people who are all good tend to die young, otherwise why would there be "jealousy" What about "talent"?

You are doomed to live a lie.

You are doomed, always on tenterhooks.

You are destined to face brutal killings.

You are doomed to be alone all your life.

You are the Duke of Slaughter with blood on your hands.

You are the blood rose that blooms in the dark night.

You are Qian Xiyue.Behind the poetic name of Qianzhong Xishui, reflecting the moonlight, is a ruthless heart.

All masks vanished, vanishing under his almost cursed words.

"Can you say that again!"

Pass through the cold iron window and reach into the prison imposed by the heavy confinement magic circle.The knuckles of the Duke's hands turned white, and he tightly gripped Proseus' collar.

"Can you say that again!"

What finally crumbled was that snow-like face, her voice was full of violence, her nostrils flared angrily, like a wild beast warning the other party not to approach her territory.

"You will never know the truth about your mother's death."

Proseus repeated quietly, his eyes mocking.

The Duke punched the Prince's high nose.

Proseus's hands were imprisoned behind him by shackles with spiritual power, and he couldn't resist.

The raindrops of fists fell on Proseus, and the Duke had long lost his cold and arrogant appearance in front of everyone, but seemed to have fallen into madness.Using her spiritual power to open the cell, she grabbed Proseus by the collar with one hand, and smashed Proseus in the face with the other uncontrollably.Although the defense of the vampires was extremely abnormal compared to that of humans, Proseus was still unable to resist before the same strength that was several times higher, and blood flowed all over his face.

The bright red blood slowly flowed down from his forehead, and even slipped into Proseus' lips, but his face still had that pitiful expression on his face: "You will never know, I will never tell you even if I die, you Secrets to know."

"I'll kill you!" the Duke roared, his pupils turning blood red.

Accompanied by Shen Fu's heavy punch, Proseus, who was unable to resist with spiritual power, passed out.

The duke's gorgeous black robe was covered with the blood of Proseus, which had a dull color under the emerald green light.However, she, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, didn't realize it. She threw the unconscious former military head to the ground, sealed the cell door again with spiritual power, and stepped out with her boots.

at the same time.

Prince Auston appeared condescendingly before his brother Prince McKee, who was seriously injured and distraught.

"You planned all of this..."

McGee's face was full of hatred.

"No." Auston's voice was clear and pleasant, and he smiled like a spring breeze, but his eyes were dark and cold, "You are responsible for all this, His Royal Highness Prince McGee Paxester Le Senbai, my dear brother."

His smile properly showed his aristocratic status and demeanor, elegant and polite, but in McGee's view, there was no doubt that it was a harbinger of the anger of his brother, who was more terrifying than a devil.

Prince Auston, he is indeed a qualified Le Senbai aristocrat, elegance and cruelty coexist perfectly in him, and the iconic smile with evil charm and depraved beauty fully shows the spirit of Le Senbai.

McGeeqiang cheered up and looked at his younger brother, his smoky eyes met the scarlet ones, the smoky gray eyes were filled with endless and turbulent hatred and killing intent, and the scarlet eyes had the upper hand The kind of domineering momentum.

"From the start, you shouldn't have treated me that way."

Unlike the people outside the prison in Camarilla No. [-] who were at a disadvantage in front of the people inside, there was no strong emotion in Oston's words at this time, nor did he have any extreme behavior, but it made him feel like a different mother. Father's elder brother felt the power and pressure that he could not resist.

You shouldn't have treated me like that in the first place, and you deserved it all.

After the Rose Duke shot the deadly arrow to avenge himself, Auston sounded the horn of revenge.

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Chapter 62 Gunpowder (Part [-])

The Duke was furious, and his usually restrained footsteps were stomped loudly, which aroused fear among the other prisoners in the prison.

Except for the only Xueyue tragedy that caused her to completely lose control of her emotions, she had never lost her composure in front of anyone, of course, except for Leng Xing.

He went back with a gloomy face again, but the Duke did not see Leng Xing.

"Stra—"

She didn't care about getting angry, and shouted loudly, anxious, afraid that something would happen to Leng Xing.After searching around for a long time, she finally found Leng Xing on a staircase not far from the underground prison.

"Why are you sitting here?"

The Duke raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't it possible?"

Leng Xing looked at her stubbornly, as if she was angry at her orderly tone and leaving herself behind regardless.

The Duke tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said as gently as possible: "Get up, the ground is too cold."

Leng Xing stood up with his mobile phone, without looking at her, and walked up the stairs on his own, with a dazed look, as if he had been hit by something.

The Duke hurried after him.

"Having a bad mood?"

Although the Duke's mood was worse than that of Leng Xing, she still tried her best to pretend nothing had happened.

Leng Xing suddenly turned around and hugged the Duke.

"why……"

"what why?"

Why, you have always tried to appear strong in front of me, trying to be brave.Swallow all the pain and pretend nothing happened, but still refuse to let me share it with you.

"Why are you so good at drawing, but I can't?"

"Is this why you are in a bad mood?" The Duke secretly breathed a sigh of relief.She couldn't help laughing, she was really worried just now, she thought that something serious happened to Leng Xing, "If you want to learn, I'll just teach you slowly."

She gently patted Leng Xing's back to comfort her, but she didn't see the complicated expression on Leng Xing's face buried in her arms.

After a while, Leng Xing raised his head from the duke's embrace, his face was already smiling like a flower.

"Qian Xiyue, can you show me the paintings you have drawn?"

"sure."

The Duke took her hand, slowed down and walked up the stairs with her, walked through the corridor, and stopped until the study.

On the corner of her desk are scrolls of pictures drawn by her.Leng Xing saw that many of the top photos were of himself, some were quietly reading a book with their heads down, some were arguing with her with sparkling eyes, some were smiling happily, and some were walking freely on the roller skating rink.

One by one, it's all about her.

But there was no trace of the Duke himself.

"Have you ever painted yourself?"

"Very little. I don't know what I look like."

The Duke leaves for a moment, then holds a painting in his hand.

"It's the only one I've ever painted, only my own."

The duke is depicted wearing a mask, black cloak and boots.There are dancing flame totems on the mask and cloak.

The silver-white mask completely covered her face, her whole body was wrapped airtightly, and even her slender white hands were wearing black gloves.In the painting, she only shows a pair of sapphire-like eyes and red lips like blood.

She was sitting on a high bell tower, with the sky behind her, and she swayed her legs nonchalantly, her cloak pouring down behind her, dancing in the air.Beneath the toes of her boots are the hands of a clock, pointing to twelve o'clock impartially.

Overhead is a gloomy sky, with faint sunlight peeking through the layers of clouds.Her eyes fell on an unknown point in the distance, her blue eyes seemed both deep and ethereal, between her slender fingers was a thin smoke with sparks at the top.

"Honey, you actually smoke."

Leng Xing looked at her reproachfully.

"Before." The Duke responded lightly, "I was in a bad mood."

"Smoking is bad for your health. You must not smoke."

"Got it." She pinched the tip of Leng Xing's nose fondly, "Everyone who smokes knows this."

"Whether you know it or not, you are not allowed to smoke when I am around. Don't you know that the more you smoke, the worse your mood will be?"

"Baby, I haven't had this habit for a long time." The Duke shrugged, "Besides, there is Doctor Leng in charge, how dare I."

"You actually made fun of me!"

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

There was a narrow smile in her eyes.

"I know you don't like it."

"I never said that..."

"You frown when you smell smoke and walk away."

Leng Xing was surprised, she didn't know that the Duke could even see such a small movement of hers.From this point of view, even if the Duke does not have mind reading skills, it will not affect her judgment on things and people in the slightest.

"Why are you wearing a mask?"

"Because I don't know what I look like." There was a touch of bitterness in her voice, "I can't draw it, Leng Xing."

Leng Xing hugged her tightly from behind.

"I have always grown up alone. They only see my spiritual power is strong, but not many people remember that the spiritual power that was too strong when I was a child was beyond my control. Every time my spiritual power erupted, it would spread to the entire city. Whether it is human beings or blood races, it is hard to escape. My father was afraid of me and did not dare to approach me. Although my mother is unparalleled in spiritual power control, as a member of the Zmixi family, and Fanzhuo is politically opposed at all, how can he be by my side. Without a name, without any company, on the day of adulthood, my father died for me, and my mother later fell into madness and challenged Proseus. Proseus is heavily guarded, and she is finally outnumbered..."

At the last moment, the Duke looked into Leng Xing's dark eyes, and his voice gradually dropped.

A powerful coercion suddenly enveloped her body, her spiritual power fluctuated, and she rushed towards Leng Xing like a hurricane.The Duke was shocked. Just as she was trying to calm down her spiritual power, the sapphire ring on Leng Xing's finger suddenly shone amazingly, and then all fluctuations disappeared without a trace.

A feeling that he had never experienced before, before Leng Xing's eyes, images that did not belong to his memory were flashing quickly.

"do not want!"

It is the voice that I have always been obsessed with, familiar, and haunting.It is impossible to forget even if the memory is stripped, the voice of Duke Rose Qian Xiyue.

"Brother... don't blame me for being cruel."

A cold blond man spoke, but his blue eyes were filled with uncontrollable ecstasy.

Standing in front of Proseus, the handsome man who looked exactly like him was surrounded by countless guarded warriors holding weapons.

"Your time is over, my dear brother Sun God."

"If I don't resist, can you not hurt my daughter?" The man surrounded said calmly. Lovers are exactly the same.

Leng Xing instantly understood that what she saw was the Duke's memory, the part of the coming-of-age ceremony.It was her uncle who seized power and rebelled, and it was her father who was surrounded.

"Um...then