Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

The guy who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic... The corners of Feng Wuyang's mouth twitched slightly.

"You're enough!" Siatarovar waited for him annoyedly. "The guy who watched the show!"

"I'm not the only one watching the show." Solad said happily.Fingertips circled the table. "Everyone is watching."

Ruland Newdale didn't speak, but nodded in agreement.

Shatarofar was at a loss for words.

Feng Wuyang felt that the man was going to be pissed off.

The servants brought the meals to the table one after another, exquisite appetizers and aperitifs, and the rich French wine exuded the breath of sunshine, which made people intoxicated.

"This is the wine brewed by the Crufessos Family Vineyard. Miss Feng, do you want to try it?" Solad raised his glass with everyone, and then looked back at Feng Wuyang who was drinking water.

"No. Thank you for your kindness." She replied helplessly.

"What a pity." Solad said regretfully.

"Yes..." Feng Wuyang muttered.

"What's wrong with Miss Feng?" Xia Tarofar, who had recovered to normal, asked after seeing this. "Can't you drink?"

"No." Feng Wuyang replied softly. "I have a serious stomach problem."

"Ah, didn't you ask Luland to look at it for you?" Shatarovar frowned. "He's a very good doctor."

Luland smiled stiffly. "Miss Feng's situation is quite special, and I have no way to help her."

"No need," Feng Wuyang responded quickly. "I'm in a good condition now." Although she is very greedy.

"It's such a pity." Shatarofar also sighed sympathetically, and then drank drunkenly.

This wicked man... Feng Wuyang clenched his fists under the table.

His eyes inadvertently passed over to Tu who was diagonally opposite him. The quiet and gentle man who looked like an ink painting had an inconceivably gentle and elegant appearance while drinking with his eyes lowered.When he put down the wine glass, he raised his eyes for a moment, just in time to meet hers, but he slid to the other side naturally and quickly.

He has a problem with himself?Don't want to see yourself so much?

That moment shouldn't be an illusion... In his amazingly beautiful pupils, in that short moment, she saw a kind of...

A sarcastic look.

The dinner was pan-fried lobster, which smelled very good, and the plate was exquisitely arranged according to the aristocratic characteristics. She also had a portion, but it was a pity that she had no luck to enjoy it.Simply did not even open the meal cup.

Although she was very grateful for Thorard's invitation, now she suddenly felt that that person was actually playing tricks on her... Was it fun for her to watch them eat?

Sighing unbearably, Feng Wuyang stood up directly, regardless of etiquette. "Everyone take it easy, I'll go out for a walk first."

Shatarofal was the first to put down the fork, and gave her a sad look. "Is Miss Feng really okay?"

"It's okay." She smiled, nodded apologetically to everyone who was looking at her, then turned around and opened the glass door and walked into the greenhouse.

"Hey, De Cole, you did it on purpose." After seeing her leave, Shatarovar looked at the man opposite who was still eating gracefully, and snorted contemptuously. "It's not gentlemanly to embarrass a lady."

"Hmm..." Putting down the knife and fork, picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of his lower lip, Solad lazily raised his eyes, the light in his eyes shining from under the black hair was terrifyingly bright.

"Maybe..." He answered absent-mindedly.

"Heh." Tu on the side suddenly chuckled, causing everyone to look up.

"What are you laughing at?" Shatarofar looked at him unhappily.

Tu didn't answer, just glanced at Solad lightly, the corners of his lips twitched, and continued to drink.

Solad was stunned for a moment when he received his gaze, and smiled wryly with his lowered eyes.

Shatarofar watched their interaction with some doubts, and looked thoughtfully at the door leading to the greenhouse and also the study room.

"..."

She didn't know what kind of mentality she had when she came to this study again.

But there is one thing, maybe there is a book, she must be sure.

The night lights in the study room are warmly lit, the light is gentle and bright, and the study room exuding a strong smell is full of the gorgeous, quiet and serene atmosphere in oil paintings under such lights.

The book on the soft chair was still there, Feng Wuyang picked up the book again, it was still in an unfamiliar font, it was different from the one found on the bookshelf... Is it really a book?If this book is really a translation of that book, then who can tell her who made these annotations?

That book, that book is...

—Dedicate death to you, grant me immortality.

—Dedicate the darkness to you, please give me eternal life.

—Dedicate my soul to you, please revive me.

——…

——Give me everything, please bless me.

——I listened to your voice, and answered you kindly:

——"Open your eyes, you are a prisoner of blood".

"It is a must-read for the blood race when they are young, and it can be regarded as one of their enlightenment books outside of blood memory. "The Ancient Scroll of the Secret River Night (River Volume)" is the orthodox sub-volume of the blood race of [Hell] "The Ancient Scroll of the Secret River" .Originally the Feng Family also had them, but they didn’t bring any of them out when they left. That’s the basic history of the blood race, and once it gets passed on to people with bad intentions, there will be some bad results.”

If everything is in line with the rumors, then what she saw was really "Secret River Ancient Scroll·Night"? !

But why did this kind of book appear in the study room of a human duke's castle?

Could it be... is this really the case? ...

——Solard has a connection with the blood race? !

"God..." Putting down her book, Feng Wuyang slumped on a chair and rubbed between her brows weakly.Why did things come back to this point?She's just here to steal gems, isn't she? !

Looking at the two "Secret River Ancient Scroll·Night" in her hand, her brows almost knit together.

"What the hell am I going to do..."

Should I turn a blind eye, or pursue it?

This is an important item related to her race...

"Zhi--" There was another faint sound of hawk chirping in my ears...

"Do you like this book?" A gentle voice suddenly came from my ear.

Feng Wuyang raised her head abruptly, and saw Shatarofar walking slowly with a smile on her face.

"Duke Verrath..." She slowly stood up holding the book.There was no sign of anyone else behind him.

"That's one of my collections." Shatarofar stepped forward and glanced at the book in her hand, smiling slightly. "I didn't know what language it was in, but I struggled a lot to get this translation. It seems to be a collection of poems."

"Hmm... is that right? I don't understand it very well." Feng Wuyang forced a smile.

"Well, that scholar's handwriting is not easy to recognize." Shatarofal smiled and picked up the translation and opened it. "I made a lot of annotations."

It turned out that the handwriting was not Solad's... He said he rarely came here, didn't he know this book?

"Hmm... your handwriting is beautiful." Even the pretty girl couldn't understand...

"Thank you." Shatarofar smiled happily and narrowed his eyes. The delicate beauty was in front of him, like a vivid and gorgeous oil painting.

"Is this a collection of poems?" She remembered that "The Ancient Scrolls of the Secret River" were all epic themes...

"Yes, a dark epic." Shatarofal gave her a bright smile. "Don't believe that, but the content is really, really interesting. Human imagination and creativity are always amazing."

She always felt that there was an indescribable sense of disobedience in this sentence.

"Does Miss Feng have any thoughts on the dark legend?" Shatarofal quickly threw the question to her.

"Hmm..." She froze for a moment, then blinked and seemed to smile.

"I don't absolutely believe it, but I am in awe."

Shatarofal had a look of surprise on his face when he heard this.

"It's surprising that you would answer like that."

Feng Wuyang smiled, turned around and walked towards the bookshelf to put the book back to its original place.She turned her back to Shatarofar and replied: "I am in awe of fate, but I don't absolutely trust the arrangement of fate. My family has always taught me this way."

If her birth was an inevitability, she would allow that inevitability to remain.

"You were born into a sensible family." Shatarofal praised.

"Oh, thank you." There was a smile on her face, but it quickly faded in the dark shadows.

"Actually..." The existence of their clan can't be called lucky at all...

"Ok?"

"Nothing." Feng Wuyang shook her head lightly.

There was no sound behind me.

Just as she put away the book and was about to turn around, she suddenly heard Siata Rofar's somewhat suppressed weird voice.

"That...Miss Feng, please don't turn around yet, okay?"

"What?" She subconsciously wanted to look over, but she remained obedient and did not move.

"Well, I want to ask..." Shatarofar's voice was a bit difficult. "Your……"

"Ok?"

"On your back..."

on the back?Feng Wuyang was puzzled at first, and then became shocked.

——Today she seems to be wearing a suspender dress!

"That black pattern on your back... is it a tattoo?"

Feng Wuyang turned around abruptly, and Xia Tarofar was still standing there, looking at her with complicated eyes.

- Please stay here while I'm gone, sweet girl.Do you want an adventure?Are you ready? ——This is indeed a mysterious place.

— next night.Is this an opportunity or a trap for a banquet with nothing to do with oneself and a castle with no one in it?Nowhere to go, an invitation to a banquet.This is a vampire's feast. —dark broken dark.

The Banquet of Blood and Responsibility of the Fifth Night Disappeared [Part [-]]

The red envelope at the fingertips fell slowly, igniting a cold black fire in mid-air and then turning into ashes.

"It's all here..." the man sighed while thinking deeply.