Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

Quickly, and then said to her: "I want to know what method you used to heal the wound when you were injured, Miss Feng?"

Feng Wuyang blinked, and looked at him blankly, "I'm not very clear about this, because every time I get hurt, I will lose consciousness soon." Although the wound can't heal, the blood flow is really fast.So much so that she didn't even know how she recovered.

"That's it." Luland sighed in distress. "Although a tourniquet can keep you from bleeding, you can't keep it on forever."

"Speaking of..." Feng Wuyang raised his hand to touch the bandage on his face, his dark red eyes flickered. "How could Dr. Luland have such a bandage?"

This kind of bandage looks like something for those special people.She didn't think Thorard needed such a thing.

Luland smiled slightly, "Is such a bandage strange?"

"..." Isn't it strange?

Seeing that she was silent, Luland turned to the head of the bed. "Miss Feng has a bad appetite?"

"...Well, in fact, my stomach is not very good." Feng Wuyang considered the words that the doctor could accept. "I've had surgery...with a large portion of my stomach removed..."

"So that's the case." Luland frowned and sighed pitifully. "So has your primary care doctor said anything about your future dietary problems?"

"Well... for this, some clear water would be good..." Feng Wuyang was depressed. "My doctor once cooperated to develop some special medicines for me..." Would he believe her words?She didn't believe it herself.

"That's right," Luland suddenly realized. "Then I will remind Lianna, she has been worried about you not eating. She probably understands by saying that."

—he actually believed it?

Feng Wuyang glanced at him in disbelief, and quickly moved her eyes away when he wasn't paying attention. "Well... well... thank you."

Is there a problem with his ears or a problem with his IQ?A doctor wouldn't be able to hear such an obvious loophole?

But since he gave her this step, she was happy to go down.

"Okay then, you can continue to rest, I will give orders." Dr. Luland nodded to her, and then explained some things before leaving.

"Goodbye." Feng Wuyang watched him close the door, and sighed heavily.

The deception is only temporary, can she really hide from that shrewd Duke Solad?She doesn't think she has that much ability.

only……

After looking at this seemingly simple room with ancient and elegant taste everywhere, Feng Wuyang recalled the model map of the Eagle Castle that she destroyed, but she was still a little dazed.

Without really investigating the entire Eagle Fort, she couldn't simply investigate through the simple model map, let alone the model map is still incomplete.

To what extent is it going to be... She and Duke Solad are just nodding acquaintances now, does it really need her to sell her lust to seduce the Duke?

--forget it.She knows how much she weighs.Even if she posted it upside down, she might not be able to tell what kind of expression it was.

While thinking about it, Yang Yang suddenly realized that Zunxue hadn't appeared since he woke up, and Zunxue's attitude seemed strange when he recalled what happened that night...

"Burn Snow?" Feng Wuyang subconsciously looked at the door with a low call, frowning.

Why did she suddenly have a feeling of being kept in the dark...

The City Suddenly Divided in the Third Night【Part [-]】

The night fell lightly, and the last twilight in the distant sky also turned into darkness.The belated crow screamed and melted into the shadows, leaving only a faint afterimage.

The eyes of the man in black standing at the intersection rubbed the shadows, confusing the original colors, leaving only a vague light and shadow.

The sound of hard-soled boots tapping the ground became clearer in the depth of the silence. Someone slowly came out of the woods by the roadside, standing behind him and smiling softly.

"Are you angry?"

The voice that replied to him was very gentle, indifferent like the wind blowing through the town in the evening, with the lingering fragrance of flowers.

"There is nothing to be angry about. As I said, I will not have any conflict with you."

"I'll feel very guilty if you say that." The person behind raised his hand and nodded his eyebrows, a little annoyed. "But I can't apologize."

"No need to apologize." The man in black replied coldly looking at the distance. "If you need that result I'll do it."

"Don't respond to me like this, you are distorting my meaning." The man was a little helpless. "But I can only say that, at this time when I'm so busy, if you don't want to help me, don't make trouble for me..."

"So I'll stay here and wait for orders... It's none of my business that you're busy."

"This nonchalant tone is really unpleasant. Do you think you really have nothing to do with it?" He snorted displeased. "Originally, I took care of everything, things on the British side, things on the French side, but as soon as you showed up, these situations caught me off guard. Now I will only get busier."

"Shatarofar is coming back soon." The man in black responded calmly. "With his help you will be much more relaxed."

"Why do I always feel like you're not going to do anything?"

"What do you want me to do?" He asked lightly. "Don't you think I'm causing trouble?"

"..." Why are you always the most reasonable?

"So," the man in black turned gracefully, and the moment the light in his eyes disappeared, the color recovered was a warm and gorgeous smoked blue, the beautiful color of lavender when it was not fully mature.

"Solard, since you don't want me to cause you trouble, just treat me like air."

The man behind him—Decor Solad D. Krufisos—heard this and laughed helplessly.

"You always have a lot of reasons... Well, it's up to you... Anyway, I don't think you will always be so leisurely, huh."

"Hmph." With a soft snort, the man in black looked away, got up and walked past him.

"I don't need to be leisurely, but I'm not busy with you and Shatarofar."

"..." Solad was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud. "Hahaha, but we are cooperating!"

"...I'm just working with you."

"Sure enough, you are still brooding over Shatarovar."

"That guy is not qualified."

"puff……"

-·-

"Maybe we should talk about it."

There is a graceful fragrance of roses floating in the air, mixed with fine blood particles, there is a tragic and strange feeling.

The palms squeezed and crushed the flowers, the bright red petals scattered, and the winding vines at the feet twisted their bodies and screamed in pain.

"Because of your decision, the [Masquerade Ball] was forced to postpone, and it also caused a big trouble...Nom Cole, do you want to have a showdown with me?"

"I'm not in the mood to play war games with you at this time." The man standing by the flower garden responded coldly. "And just as you said Ronald, before the [Masquerade Ball], no bloodshed was allowed, and I will not touch you at this time."

"Well, let's assume you're serious." Ronald snorted perfunctorily and said with a smile. "So, what do you want to do now?" The man raised his head, his scarlet animal pupils shining under the night. "I heard that [The Night Watch] of Delocas has entered your territory."

"Are you very interested?" Ronald froze for a moment, then sneered slightly. "That doesn't seem like a good idea."

"I'm not interested in seeing a murderer." The man said coldly. "I'm just curious about his purpose."

"This has nothing to do with you, Noam Cole." Ronald smiled and rejected his question. "But don't worry, he's not interested in your Sabat's dogs right now. However, you'd better tell your dogs not to bite people all over the world during this sensitive time..."

"If his purpose is not ours, and it does not conflict with our purpose, I naturally don't care about his coming." Noam Cole replied. "But Ronald, are you alluding to something? About that... [disabled person]?"

There was a moment of wind in the quiet rose garden, but it soon calmed down again.

"Nom Cole, you should know that all the clansmen in my territory are under my protection." Ronald's voice was very indifferent.

"Oh." Noam Cole's reaction was also very flat. "You mean you want to protect that [disabled person]? Ronald, you are very courageous."

The attitude towards [disabled persons] in the joint document of the tripartite organization of the blood clan is unified, that is, to clean up.For special [disabled persons] the local prince has the right to confine them and hand them over to their own rear forces for processing.Privately protecting or adopting [disabled persons] will be expressly condemned.

"I don't mean that." Ronald replied briskly. "I'm just enforcing a ban."

"Then your confinement area is really large." The whole of Provence or the whole of France?

"Thank you, I have always been tolerant to my men."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Noam Cole opened his lips lightly. "But Ronald, it's only for a while. After the [Masquerade Ball], we are still enemies." "I don't want to befriend you either." Ronald answered quickly.His tone was colder than his. "[The Masquerade Ball] is a transition. If you want to do something, it's best to do it now. If you want to do something after the banquet... Heh." Ronald said with a smile, but the threat was gone.