Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

Walking out while beckoning, the corners of the lips on the profile face looked very deep.

"...Good night." It's not dark yet, the Duke.

"Please remember my advice." Thorard paused again the moment he left.

"The nights here are dangerous."

"...Thank you..." She wouldn't feel anything if he didn't say it, but now that he said it... Feng Wuyang suddenly felt that this empty town was really weird.

It's just that the only living person left without taking a cloud, even if she didn't leave, she couldn't say that she would drag him to chat all night to adjust her inexplicable panic.

Reluctantly.Zongxue walked to the door and sat down, squinting at Feng Wuyang who was standing in a daze at the door and chuckled softly.

"..." Can she kill this bastard tiger right now?

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The red mist in the air does not know whether it is water or dust, and it occupies the entire line of sight crazily, blinding the black and blue sky above the head, like a disturbed abstract oil painting, full of tragic feeling, like a battlefield that has just ended a bloody killing, only visible to the eyes. Seeing it seems to be able to feel the heavy and unbearable blood, which brings extreme psychological uneasiness.

The roses bloomed unscrupulously on the ground and the outer wall of the castle, and the hideous sharp rattans entangled like monsters, the spikes were fangs, and the flowers were the temptation of death.

The pale and slender fingertips stroked the petals without any scruples, and then watched them wither and fall, and a new one would grow at an extremely fast speed.

The half-length collar-length hair was as black as sandalwood and shone faintly. The man stared at the flowers under his hands with his eyes half downcast, and his thin lips that were tightly pressed into a rigid line seemed to be suppressing something faintly.

After a long while, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled a rose to his lips, and his thin lips lifted slightly.His voice was low and cold.

"It's best if I can hear a reasonable explanation, otherwise, none of you will be able to leave today."

The cold wind was blowing, and the roses were pushing and caressing each other, making soft rustling noises. Amidst this disturbing noise, in the quiet rose garden where there were only men alone, suddenly thick and ominous black shadows emerged from the blood mist. The fog, the black fog slowly gathered into a ball, like flowing ink, slowly elongated the shape, corrected the shape, and turned into a complete human shape.

"Praise Fran, blood blesses the Son of Eternal Life. ——It's an honor to meet you, [Prince] of the Kingdom of Fragrance... Wolf of Blood, Lord Ronald."

The right arm was lifted up and tapped on the chest. Those figures who appeared in the rose garden were dressed in uniform black robes, and their faces were blocked by their low-hanging hoods, only revealing the bright and sharp blood-red animal pupils in the darkness. .

"Praise Fran." The man responded in a low voice, gently shaking the light in his hand and stopped talking.

There was only a second of silence, and one of the visitors spoke respectfully.

"My lord, it is our dereliction of duty to enter the territory and fail to meet you in time, but we are only performing our mission and have absolutely no malice."

"I think you should understand a little bit." The red lips curved slightly enchantingly, the man put the rose flower in his arms and gently stroked it, the bright eyes under the hair were slightly lifted up, and the bewitching waves flowed.

"On my territory, all races are under my protection."

"If you don't come up with enough reasons to convince me, those who bleed here... I think you understand better than me." After finishing speaking, he seemed to be smiling happily.

The attitude of the visitors is more respectful. "My lord, although I'm taking the liberty of you, I don't think you will refuse this task."

"Oh?" There seemed to be a hint of curiosity on his face.

"My lord... I think you understand better than us... In your territory, there is a... [disabled person]."

Raising his sword eyebrows slightly, the man opened his lips in silence for a moment. "Is that your prey..."

"We were just ordered to 'clean up'..."

"Orders from the Senate..." the man snorted lazily.

"...Your Excellency is wise." After a moment of silence, the visitor nodded slightly.

"Hmph..." Picking up the red rose with her fingertips, her half-drooped eyes sparkled, especially bright under the dim light.

"When will someone else clean up the 'garbage' on my own territory..." The indifferent and somewhat absent-minded low tone made those people's scalps tingle.

"I dare not, my lord, calm down!" It was a uniform gesture of lifting the robe and half kneeling, and there was no difference in the trembling of the voice.

"Uncle had to postpone the [Masquerade Ball] because of your arrival... He is very dissatisfied." A cold light full of murderous intent flashed under the black hair, and the rose on the man's fingertips quickly withered and shattered, and he stumbled from his pale face. Fingertips scattered all over the body.

"The [Masquerade Ball] is one of the most solemn ceremonies of our clan. Even if we die, we will never dare to offend! Lord Ronald, this is a pure misunderstanding, please forgive me!"

"Warning you, um," the man ignored their so-called confession gestures, adjusted his sitting posture slightly and said calmly, "I am the owner of this territory, even if I am not bound [Sabbat], I am not entitled to do it without my permission." Do anything under the circumstances. I think you should understand what will happen if you annoy me..."

"I dare not wait."

"As for the [disabled person] you mentioned...I will handle it myself. The Senate should not interfere."

"My lord, you can't do this!" They seemed to panic. "This is a task entrusted to us by the lord himself, please understand our difficulties!"

"Nom Cole?" The man raised his voice slightly and smiled. "You guys are so courageous... Openly declaring your resistance in front of one [Prince]... Do you really think that I dare not leave you here to fertilize my roses?" The deep and melodious voice came to the end. It has become gloomy and cold.

The visitor lowered his head and trembled uneasily. "...We...don't dare to offend."

The man gently pulled his black coat and stood up slowly. Standing among the flowers, there was no trace of fragrance. The boundless blood mist and dark color gathered around him to form a sea, making the dark him even more profound and difficult to distinguish.

"Advice to you." The mellow voice mixed with cold coercion became full of oppression. "I will never allow any bloodshed on my territory before the [Masquerade] begins... You can try not to abide by [SixTraditions], but..." The arc of the crimson thin lips is amazing and creepy at the same time The man raised his fingertips slightly to caress the rose bushes in front of him, and the large area of ​​withered roses seemed to silently proclaim his terrifying power and status.

"I will definitely abide by [The Second Tradition]... Everyone..."

"...Outsiders obey your decision, Lord [Prince]!"

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Notes (in order):

Prince (Position)

Sabat

Six commandments

Second Commandment (Dominion)

The Inexplicable Crimson Tide of the Second Night [Part [-]]

——This time, don't let you escape again.

The night had not yet passed when I was awakened by the nightmare.

In the middle of the night, it began to rain in the small town. Bean-sized raindrops fell from the dark sky in the sky, accompanied by the sound of rustling wind as if a ghost was crying. The empty streets were scattered with broken lavender and flowers. black trails of meandering water.

The outline of the highlands in the distance is also hazy, and the darkness at the end of the road is like the door of the abyss, distorting the line of sight in the rain, bringing unease and trembling.

It seems that this scene has appeared before in memory.

At that time, the sky was red, gorgeous and mournful, and the originally beautiful and quiet twilight was changed by those eyes.

——Are you resisting?

She snorted softly with a hint of sarcasm, who was that pale face hidden under the shady curtain.

Why does she have no fear, only desolation?

——Bearing this kind of dirty blood, don't pray for yourself to live a very good life.

So it should be.

The sudden wind also covered the sky in sight like a rushing darkness, and the blood-colored clouds began to rain down, gradually getting denser, and then majestic.

From scorching heat to sudden cold, the body feels pain, and the eyes cannot be opened.

At that time, someone smiled softly behind her back with a lingering and enchanting tone.

——Yangyang, open your eyes.

Submissive, look up.And then—what did she see?

The raging Kuroshio tide that was approaching seemed to be suddenly pressed by someone who pressed the pause button, and then the reverse button, so it instantly collapsed, powdered, and disappeared.

Everything remains the same.

Someone was leaning against her back and laughing, and the slight body trembling seemed to be contagious, so she also began to tremble, violently, frighteningly—a belated sense of fear finally ushered in.

very scary.

That power is terrible.

Really scary.

——Yang Yang, that is the power of a king.

The rain was so loud that many words were washed away and she couldn't hear them.

It's just that the words left behind seem to have such strength, engraved on the chest one by one, and can never be forgotten.

——That is the power of a king.

The power of the king.

Wang's.

does not belong to oneself.

——Yangyang, do you know why your family was driven to that remote island?

No, don't say it.

Never say it out loud.

No.

--that is because……

no, don't, don't...

"No!" There was hysteria of fear in the voice.

Feng Wuyang opened her eyes suddenly, the dark red pupils were extremely bright under the night, but the flickering light spots were full of