Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

disturbed.

Yang Yang what's wrong with you.Zongxue quickly climbed onto the bed and rubbed her hands, looking at her with flashing clear blue eyes.

"...It's okay..." There was the sound of rain incessantly beside her ear, Feng Wuyang started to do it, her drowsiness disappeared because of the dream, and the cold restlessness left behind spread throughout her body like venom, causing her to tremble.

You are trembling, Yang Yang.Burial Snow sobbed softly.The warm, furry body leaned against her.

"I'm fine..." He spat out vague words from his dry throat, Feng Wuyang patted Bury Xue's head comfortingly, pushed it, then got out of bed, walked to the balcony door and opened the curtain.

The night has not yet passed, and the world is covered by downpours.

It's just that I don't know how many nocturnal creatures are watching with the cold eyes under the cover of such darkness.

—You can't escape.

Maybe it came from far away, maybe it overflowed from the depths of the earholes, the voice was extremely bright.

Feng Wuyang raised her finger and wrote a word on the glass.The Titan language of the blood race, with simple strokes but extremely beautiful cursive characters when linked together.

evil.

——This time, see where you can escape.

The voice that persists like a shadow in the depths of memory has followed closely since the day he woke up.

"Actually, I don't want to do anything." The hoarse voice knocked on the silent night. At this time, there was no one in the empty town.

Not a single one was alive.

"I'm just looking for a rescue."

The white tiger behind him whimpered softly.Yang Yang, what are you talking about.

"So, for this purpose that has not been achieved, no matter what..." The pale fingers gripping the curtain suddenly tightened, Feng Wuyang raised her bright red eyes, and her lips were tightly pursed with a cold expression.The white tiger behind him let out a low whimper, and leaned over anxiously.

Yang Yang...

"I can't even—" "Bang!" Feng Wuyang suddenly took a step back, and the glass door in front of him shattered immediately.

Zongxue quickly jumped up in front of her and roared, Yang Yang!

Feng Wuyang squatted on the ground and covered her face with one hand, the cold wind mixed with heavy rain swept in from the balcony, the cold feeling instantly overwhelmed the sky, like a crazy wave in the dark ocean.

A familiar scene.

Fresh blood spilled from her fingers, Feng Wuyang raised her eyes, her originally bright red eyes were even more gorgeous like rivers of blood flowing, she twitched the corners of her lips slightly, hummed in pain, and slowly stood up.

There was a noisy sound of wind and rain, and the darkness outside was covered by the rain curtain, which was even more difficult to distinguish. However, the sound could still be clearly transmitted to the ears, and it was extremely sharp.

"Blood of blasphemy."

Zongxue jumped out of the balcony and roared loudly, Feng Wuyang stood still, blood was shining in her eyes, and the blood slowly flowed down her face at the same time, leaving bright marks on her pale skin and pajamas.

The shadow that suddenly jumped out of the darkness had a silhouette that was deeper than the darkness, and all the flesh was hidden under the robe. In the darkness where the face could not be revealed, a pair of scarlet animal pupils stared at her coldly.

There was no greed in that gaze, only coldness.

And boundless killing intent.

As for [the disabled], perhaps there are only two poor final destinations.

die, or be imprisoned.

An unrecognized existence polluted by unclean blood, or born weak and prone to premature death, or just like her, possesses terrifying power that ordinary blood cannot have.

The latter is often the end result of being captured by the tribe for experiments.

Living at this age, she has long been used to seeing undisguised, cold and plundering intentions in the eyes of any enemy, but this time, she discovered that there are people who will show her a different look.

Far more terrifying eyes than the former.

The heavy rain is still there, and the world seems extraordinarily quiet amidst the boundless noise.

Feng Wuyang looked at the mysterious person standing on the balcony of her room expressionlessly, the blood on her face didn't intend to heal, and sticky blood dripped slowly but continuously, falling from her face onto her clothes.

Her eyes were colder than the other's, without any other expressions, but focusing on this seemed to have no focal length.

The silent staring at each other made Zang Xue on the side stop making noise uncomfortably.

"What do you want to do?" After a while, Feng Wuyang raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, and opened his lips at the same time.

"Didn't your people warn you not to leave your own family?" The voice was as cold and crisp as raindrops hitting glass, and the blood-red eyes of the beast flashed in the darkness, raging the cold like a storm.

"Second offspring of profane blood."

Feng Wuyang's body tensed instantly, and the other hand hanging beside her clenched her fist hard, as if she was suppressing something forcefully.

When he spoke again, the tone seemed to be frozen. "Are you sent by the local [Prince]? If not, you have no reason to do me any harm."

"The trapped beast is still fighting, hum." The visitor sneered, his low tone carrying a strong smell of blood. "The order to eradicate and expel the second child of the clan has long been spread throughout the blood clan. No matter which region [Prince] is, there is no reason to protect you and hinder me—secondary, child, child."

His voice paused every word, as if he was deliberately reminding her of her background that would never be allowed or forgiven.

second child.

The blood of blasphemy.

The banishment clan.

These three words constitute a boundless and sharp net, encircling her fate and stinging her soul.

unrecognized existence.

An existence that should be put to death at birth.

just because--

With a flash of blood in his eyes, the air in front of his eyes seemed to freeze into stone at that moment, locking everything he saw in an invisible prison to be slaughtered, there was an irresistible terrible oppression attacking a certain place with a fierce will to destroy A goal, is a tendency to want to tear that thing apart.The figure of the man in black quickly tore through the air and struggled out of that confinement like a ghost, and tried his best to avoid dodging, but he was still a little too slow to be swept to the end by the sense of killing, and the corners of the robe were silently torn and annihilated. A short gasp was suppressed in the wind and rain, and a faint smell of blood slowly dispersed in the rainy night.

"【Arbiter】." The mysterious man who returned to his original position after getting out of the way looked at Feng Wuyang, who was obviously tired, with increasingly gloomy eyes, snorted coldly, and slowly raised his hand.

"It's a pity that no one guides you to control this power. Using it without authorization will only bring you trouble. If you know what to do, you should obediently stay under the protection of your family instead of waiting to die in this place. "

The unique fishy smell of the blood energy explosion began to condense in the humid and manic air. Feng Wuyang looked at the mysterious man who had made an ultimate move in front of him, but still did not move, but sighed a little unwillingly.

She can't resist someone who can even avoid her invincible and terrifying talent.

It's just too unwilling, obviously my wish has not been fulfilled, and I haven't even touched the corners...

"Blood sacrifice, wait." A deep voice suddenly appeared in the cold rain, coming with obvious coercion.

The other party seemed to have never heard of it, the blood energy continued to condense, and the scarlet light was faintly visible in the darkness flickering and blurring.

"Blood Sacrifice!" There was a hint of anger in that voice, and with a sharp eagle's chirp, he suddenly pulled a cold black arc and rushed towards the raised hand of Blood Sacrifice.

"Ronald, you have no reason to hinder me." The blood priest turned his hand to avoid the galloping black shadow, and the elemental particles gathered in his hand collapsed and dissipated.He sideways stared coldly behind the dark rain curtain.

The black shadow cut through the rain curtain and drew a big arc in the air to return to the darkness. Immediately, a pair of icy blood-red eyes lit up sharply and looked at the blood sacrifice.

"Blood sacrifice," the voice was still calm and deep, but there seemed to be a trace of sharp coldness suppressed. "Before the [Masquerade Ball] begins, I don't want to see any inexplicable bloodshed in my territory."

Blood Sacrifice's eyes did not waver. "This is not an inexplicable event."

"You can't kill her now!" the voice said coldly. "Don't forget your original intention of coming here. For the [disabled] we have plenty of time to solve it."

"This won't take up much of your time, Ronald." Blood Sacrifice said coldly, turning to face the pair of sharp beast eyes in the darkness. "I will never let this kind of dirty thing be in the same area as me."

"And especially this—the rebellious second child."

"Then I can only say sorry to you." Ronald's voice became cold. "If you can't do it, then the next thing is up to me to do it myself."

The blood sacrifice's aura became more and more eerie. "Ronald, you are threatening me."

"I have principles that I must uphold." Ronald's voice was firm. "Still, you would think that I would abandon [Los Castro]'s creed and protect a [disabled person] who would pose a threat to the entire ethnic group."

Blood Sacrifice let out a short sneer. "I hope your words are what I understand, Ronald." After speaking, his figure began to move away. "Mark your words, Ronald. There's no reason for anyone to keep me from going on—especially at this time."

"There is no absolute in this world, my dear Lord Blood Sacrifice."

When the darkness fell, she seemed to hear a strange but familiar name.

Ronald.

Even though she has been far away from the central ethnic group for nearly a thousand years, she still pays attention to their movements, and of course she does not have a superficial understanding of some of the key figures.

Including that "cub of the Throne", Ronald.

The reason why he is called "young wolf" is not because he is weak, but because he is weak.