Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

Belief. "

This sentence successfully made Feng Wuyang unable to say another word.After a long silence, she finally lowered her head slowly, but stood up, and then knelt on one knee, tapping her shoulder with her right hand, her voice deep and solemn.

"All for the glory of my lord...praise Fran."

"Praise Fran." The youthful voice came from behind the door, amidst the sound of the courtyard watermark suddenly hitting the stones, it quietly sank to the bottom of the water.

Feng Wuyang closed her eyes to cover the moisture in her eyes, got up and bowed again, then turned around and strode out of this place.

"Young master, leave now."

This is the last time she said this as a leave from the Eagle Shrine.

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England - Harrogate - Rice Manor

"Ans!" The beautiful girl who ran down the stairs rushed into Ansair's arms, then raised her head in satisfaction and called out to him with a smile.

"Welcome back, my little princess." Ansair narrowed his soft sea-colored eyes with a smile, lowered his head and gently kissed the girl's forehead. "It's such a pleasant surprise to see you here."

The girl chuckled and spun around in his arms, then set her eyes on Syl, who was sitting quietly by the side. "Uncle Falbert said you came to a parallel plane, and I'm here to pick you up."

"So that's how it is," Ansair lowered his head and rubbed against the side of her face affectionately. "Can I take this to mean that you miss me very much?"

Looking at him with a smile in her clear eyes for a long time, the girl suddenly jumped out of his embrace, sticking out her tongue playfully and turning around in circles. "That's not it! I'm here to see Brother Ronald. It's just a matter of time to pick you up!" She was in a good mood, so she didn't notice that Ansair dimmed slightly after hearing this sentence eyes.

"Lianian, dear, if you want to see Ronald and the others, it's a pity that you came a step late..."

The girl Lenian stood still in surprise when she heard this, stared at his face and asked, "I'm late? What do you mean?"

"Lianian." Syl, who was sitting on the side, finally spoke. "Your brothers Ronald and Diolot have already returned to the Bloody Continent. They are very busy with their official duties, so they couldn't stay here for a while."

"That's it..." Leinian immediately showed a very disappointed and regretful expression. "He still wants to tell him about the werewolf I met in the Nine Prisons Continent..."

"There will be a chance to meet again in the future." Ansair stepped forward to comfort him gently. "Perhaps they will return to Malfahorn after a while, not necessarily."

"That's it." Leinian seemed to think of something and became emotional again. "Then I'll just wait for them in Malfahorn!" She looked at Ansair and said with a smile.

Ansair sighed softly. "It really makes me sad, little princess, after being separated for so long, the one you want to accompany is not your fiancé, but your elder brother whom you have seen since childhood."

"Pfft..." Seeing him say these words in a sad tone, Leinian finally couldn't help laughing. "I'm kidding you! Okay, let's pack up and go back."

"Give me a few more minutes." Ansair said softly, approaching her face and leaving a light kiss on her lips. "Please wait for me in the room, Lord Syl and I still have something to say."

Lenian nodded and smiled at the people in the living room, then turned around and ran upstairs again.

"..." Seeing her beautiful figure disappear from sight, Ansair slowly retracted his gaze, looked around the huge living room, and finally landed on Syl.

"...Master Syr..."

"No one can help with this matter." Syl held the teacup and looked straight ahead at the faint opening. "Some things don't seem that serious, but once involved in 'that position', even the smallest things will be magnified countless times."

Ansair's expression became complicated. "Do you want to watch them suffer heavy? Even death?"

"It's not that absolute yet." Syl lowered his eyes and said softly. "Bishop must evaluate all the investigation results, and then communicate and vote with the arbitration panel before deciding on their disposal. Before that, they will not suffer any harm."

Such a statement made Ansair slightly relieved. "Will the blood sacrifice help them..."

"[Night Watchman]'s attitude is also very important." Sil replied. "After all, they are the ones standing in the shadow closest to 'that position'. If the assessment results show that they are a great threat, the first one to request a ruling must be [Night Watchman]."

Ansair sighed softly in his heart, raised his arms and gently pressed his chest. "Praise Fran, I hope they can get through this difficulty safely."

"Praise Fran." Syl raised his eyes to a certain mural on the wall of the living room, and responded lightly.

"The item [Cutting Point] was finally obtained by Sabat. Now... what shall we do?" Ansair thought of another matter after a moment of silence, and couldn't help becoming worried again. "At that time, I couldn't see clearly what kind of holy artifact it was..."

"Let's leave this matter alone." Syl interrupted him lightly. "I am not surprised that Sabat can obtain the holy artifact."

"You..." Ansair looked at him in surprise, but Syl quietly looked at a certain place as if he didn't notice, his brown eyes were deep but seemed to be swallowed into the night. "That person, if he wants to get something, he will definitely get it..."

Ansair's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes trembled a little. "grown ups……"

"..." Syl glanced at him lightly, then calmly turned to look out the window.

"Actually, it's nothing..."

"what do you mean……"

"No, I didn't mean it..." Syl looked down at the palm he was holding, and gently rubbed the head of the stick with his palm, and slowly revealed a kind of tenderness, comfort, sadness and pain in his downcast eyes. The complicated look made Ansair next to him feel a sudden pain in his heart.

"This is the meaning of 'he', he has already decided all of this, no one can change it..."

No.20 Three Nights of Sadness and Panic Blood [Middle]

Hearing the chirping birds outside the window, Feng Wuyang opened his eyes.

The environment of the room as far as the eye can see is not luxurious, on the contrary, it is extremely simple and natural. All the buildings in the room are made of logs, and the natural rattan roots extending from the whole tree are entangled in various shapes. Some of the decorations turned into the room it is today.

The Ling family inherited the power of "resonating natural potence" in the blood of the Feng family, so they can control the power of nature like the Toledo family. With this power, they can become the designers who manage the architectural design of Fengjia. The island is surrounded by the ocean. When the ocean storms are frequent, the damage to the house is very high. That is the time for them to show their talents.

After being in a daze on the bed for a while, Feng Wuyang slowly sat up, the small slanted window beside the bed was entwined with newly grown vines, and the soft buds swayed slightly in the wind.It's already autumn, but these plants are still vigorously crawling all over the world, as if they want to expand their territory before winter comes.

Looking out from the window is the undulating and dense grassland on the plateau, the woods and the ocean are far away, the shadows of the livestock scattered from the pasture can be faintly seen in the wide field of vision, and the cattle and sheep brought by the wind are calling far away. It was long, revealing the comfort and happiness that was soaked in the sun in the bones, such emotions made her feel strange.

Jumping out of bed, she stepped on the rough wooden floor with her bare feet and opened the door.This house is not her room, but a hut that she asked the Ling family to build next to the pasture on the other side of the island in order to be alone.In order to prevent their fragile fifth lady from being sunburned by the plateau sun, the designers of the Ling family specially placed the openings of the house on the shaded side, and planted vines on all the sunny sides.The hut is built on a high place, the first floor is used as a storage room, and the second floor is the residence. The thick plant roots together form the stairs, because no one has lived in it for a long time, and the stairs have grown tiny The young and fresh colors of the branches and leaves are particularly conspicuous and lovely.

The plateau climate in autumn is dry and cool, Feng Wuyang stood on the steps at the door and looked into the distance, then squinted his eyes and sat down on the steps with his skirt pulled, his pale feet on the steps stepped lightly rhythmically, his face It is full of wanton and comfort.

Only in this place, only at these times, can she unscrupulously put aside all the pain she is carrying, look at the island peacefully, and do what she wants to do without any worries.

"Fifth Miss!—" Someone in the pasture in the distance saw her, stood on the fence and waved at her vigorously to greet her loudly.Feng Wuyang squinted at the man, smiled and raised his arm and waved it in response.After a while, he saw the man galloping over on a horse.

"Fifth Miss!" The person who came had superb riding skills, and the horse stopped steadily under the steps of Fengwuyang's hut. The person was dressed like a herdsman on the prairie, with a cowboy-style wide eaves on his head. Hat, he came towards the light, Feng Wuyang couldn't see his face clearly, but he could hear his laughter clearly.

"Fifth Miss, the weather is cold, you will catch a cold if you wear such thin clothes."

Feng Wuyang stopped the beat of her feet, and looked at him lazily while leaning on the vine-wrapped stair railing, "Miss, I don't know