Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

The thin blade slid off the pale skin, and occasionally splashed blood cooled in the air, and then condensed on the ground.The white figure in the crowd is as wanton and swift as a ghost, always able to interrupt the enemy's next move as quickly as possible, but never gives a fatal blow.It's like a warm-up game before the battle, when you want to be teased and you can't bear it and rush forward in anger, he suddenly——

The suddenly elongated sharp claws whistled like a sword coming out of its sheath in the wind and snow. The pale fingers and claws were sharper and lighter than any sword, and they slashed across the neck with a bewitching blood, but they were retracted the next moment. Then the arrow hit the chest like a murderous arrow.

He is laughing.

At that moment he was laughing.

His smile is sinister and full of unspeakable satisfaction, as if there is another world in his chest that makes him feel comfortable, comfortable and warm.

Even as a bystander, he could still imagine the bright red scene.That beautiful and slender hand, that gentle and delicate hand that once plucked the strings and touched the porcelain, is now gently holding a bright red full heart. The blood stained his hand red, and the blood flowed smoothly. Sliding along the lines of the texture.He held the heart, as if grasping a toy he had accidentally let go, with a look of pleasure and satisfaction.

But at the next moment, he will narrow his eyes slightly again, the icy and evil ripples will spread out in the blurred eyes, and the bright red palm will be tightly clenched, and the heart will make a "boom" like a balloon——

Broken.

His enemies screamed and turned to ashes.Standing in the gray smoke, he withdrew his bloody fingers, then casually and charmingly stretched out his tongue to lick his fingertips like a lazy cat. It can provoke the deepest throbbing and desire in people's hearts.

The beautiful iridescent Rafflesia has soft and light pure white petals like every ordinary flower before it is fully bloomed. When those petals fall off, you will even feel very sorry for its withering.The petals fall to leave a crystal-clear and beautiful fruit. In the transparent shell that does not appear hard, you can see its soft and harmless dormant translucent vines.Those vines finally break through the shell and stretch out, how slender and flexible they are, they hang on the stems of flowers that seem to have died, like the arms of a beauty hanging down in sorrow, and like a soft curtain, gently swaying with the wind , graceful and graceful.

However, when you get close to them, those seemingly weak vines will suddenly spring up, like the toughest chains, like the most powerful swords, entangle you, or pierce you, countless transparent vines absorb blood, become It's getting more and more red and gorgeous, and all those nutrients are gathered in the core of the body by them, and they keep accumulating like this.When the time comes one day, it will slowly stick out its head from between them. The black shell on the top of the stem is like a gathering of sins, then splits, and then blooms, beautiful flowers that are as dazzling as a rainbow, beasts The same ferocious and terrifying flower, it has the most beautiful petals, seven colors layer upon layer to change into more gorgeous colors, but the jagged flower heart is greedily gnawing, always thirsting for raw flesh and blood.Those vines that have sucked too much blood and become black, shiny and extremely tough are like its flexible and strong arms.It will eventually become the overlord of that side, devouring all life, until finally starving itself to death, withering into seeds, drifting with the wind, and drifting with the current.Dormant, waiting, repressed, until the next shelter appears.

He recovered from the kiss and bite that seemed to be annoyed and seemed to be a game.At this moment, the gorgeous Rafflesia flower is sitting in his arms. It has not yet fully bloomed, and it has not yet reached its most beautiful time, but it still has the enchanting charm that makes him intoxicated.

That soft and charming face that makes people feel pitiful, that gorgeous body that makes people want to devour it, that pure and filthy soul that makes people want to stop.

Diolot, the sinful name.

Those are the thorns in the dark, you can't let go if you get entangled.

As if being forced to offer his love and focus, he occupies him, owns him, and pampers him, but only he knows that the one who is really dominated is him.

The brighter, brighter, deep and pure ink-colored pupils washed by countless blood exude a gorgeous red brilliance in the dark night like jewels shrouded in mist.After countless years of cruel baptism, his eyes are still as pure as they were before, and anyone who is not careful will be deceived.

Look, he is grasping your weakness, his face is so pure, his eyes are so clear, but he is grasping the weakness that can make you irreversible.

This delicate flower blooming with his flesh and blood is lingering with the fragrance of sin.

In the end, he fell into complete confusion and dizziness, and was guided to dance by the thorns and vines wrapped around his body.

There is nothing more depraved than this beauty.

The Lock of Love Forever

Even if the sun of noon burns my body, I swear to you in the name of eternal night—I love you until forgetfulness and jealousy consume my reason and my love, and until then I will Will always be with you, until death.

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Never forget that you are now a sinner.

The crimson enchantment standing at the end of Dulanze, a thin layer of boundary isolates the complexity and noise of this world, and at the same time prevents the outside world from prying into the darkness of the world in this way.

Divandale is equivalent to the image of the royal family of the blood race of Delocas.Supreme, ruler, arbiter.All forces are allowed to be caught, except Divandale.This is the core of the Delocas blood clan, the pedestal of kingship, and every corner of it is not allowed to be stained.

There must be no stains.

It was another winter.Winter in Tyvandale.

He still remembered the silent and pale appearance when the snowflakes fell into the dark city.

The Head of the Criminal Law Department of Divandale stood before him.The hem of the robe on his body, representing the verdict and justice, fluttered quietly and lightly like the dark clouds in the sky, making him look in a trance for bursts of emptiness.

Diolot, let's talk.

what's the topic?He thought blankly, the thoughts that had rushed through his mind were too fast to catch, he simply ignored them, just put on a faint smile and nodded slightly.

it is good.

In the dark hall, the Chief of Criminal Justice's pale and colorless face, with stern and cold lines, cold eyebrows and eyes, sat upright as measured by a ruler.He was in front of him, but he seemed to be looking down on him from above, his gaze was like staring at a dying ant.

He accepted such scrutiny numbly, or almost numbly, without showing any superfluous expressions.

You should know that you will replace Lord Mondbat in the future to become the [Quartet] of Divandale next to the throne.

I know.

I believe we don't need to say anything about the rest.The Director of Criminal Law suddenly stopped all topics.After the simple epilogue, it was accompanied by a staring gaze that was infinitely chilling and profound.He didn't say anything, just sat quietly in front of him, as quiet as the tall sculptures standing on the bridge pillars on both sides when entering the enchantment and passing the Nesafah King Bridge.

Silent, solemn, cold.He gripped his weapon.

They are beautiful.

He was almost absorbed in thinking about those sculptures, thinking about every face of those sculptures, every movement of them, every fixed look in their eyes.

Power, pride, glory.

Praise be to Fran, the glory of Divandale.

Why did he suddenly think of that?

Diolotte, you should know where Ronald is now.

I know.

where is he?He's in a bloodbath.In the chilly prison, the wolf was restrained.

He can even guess what he looks like now.

He must have been lying in a corner, with his front legs folded to support his lowered head, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully.Quiet, but always vigilant, as if he was still lying next to him, being watched by him, every slight movement would cause him to open his eyes and raise his head vigilantly, and lightly set his eyes on his face.It's like he's still waiting for him, like they're still leaning on each other... that way.

Ronald, his Ronald.

Diolotte, let's talk honestly.The Director of Criminal Justice has begun to be impatient with his silence and indifference like a numb hollow.

Talk about you, talk about Ronald.

Don't talk about it.He shook his head silently.Slowly and firmly swing the head.There is a color of stubbornness and indifference in the soft voice.

Just the result is enough.

This is the commandment.

No one can break the commandments.

You are the most eye-catching people in this royal city.

Your every move is being watched by caring people.

Diolotte, perhaps I'd be happy to give you a break, but I can't.

thank you.He cut him off, smiling.The standing body is thin and slender, and the snow-like pure face is trapped in this dark city, like another pair of shackles.But—he didn't run away, didn't struggle, and remained obedient.

He has no fear, no hatred.He is always dead, if he can make another person live, he will die if he dies.

Let me go and see him.He said softly, as if he didn't want to disturb everything that was deeply buried and buried under the referred name.

Just wait for me.

His face was reflected in the eyes of the Director of Criminal Law, beautiful and gentle, graceful and fragile.

In the darkness, thorns grow silently, clinging to the cliff, and small precarious flowers rise with the wind.

The Chief of Criminal Justice's fingers clenched