Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

Bloodshed!Otherwise, after the ball, all of you will go back to the Bloody Continent! "

"Subordinates understand!" Everyone responded in panic, and then pushed out of the hall quickly and orderly one by one under the cold glare of the man, and dispersed into waves of mist outside the house.

"..." The hall fell into silence. The man sat there quietly, his face still expressionless, but his hand holding the cane became tighter and tighter.

"Sabate is so courageous!" Finally, he raised his cane heavily and hit the ground, roaring angrily.

"My lord, calm down." A man with black hair and a black windbreaker slowly walked down the spiral staircase beside him, his narrow and sharp wolf eyes hidden in the shadow of his hair, and a faint smile on his bright red lips.

He walked steadily and gracefully, and walked down the stairs without any haste. When he reached the man, he bowed his knees, bowed his head slightly, and then stood up on his own.The expression on his face was still calm and gentle.

"Perhaps the Senate did this to irritate you."

The man glanced at him with cold eyes. "Then Norm Cole is too boring. Don't you think you underestimated them, Ronald."

Ronald smiled softly. "If this is the Bloody Continent, I certainly won't, but this is a parallel world for humans, my lord."

"Hmph." An inexplicable smile flashed across the man's face, and then he snorted softly. "Even if he wants to provoke me, it's useless at this time."

"Nom Cole is not an ordinary person." Ronald chuckled. "He knows that you will host the [Masquerade Ball], and after that [Triangle Meeting]...he hopes to see a different expression on your face."

After all, no smart person would think that he was doing this alone...

The man gave him a cold look. "Ronald, judging by your tone, you really hope that everyone will suspect me, don't you?"

"How dare Ron." Ronald said with a smile.There was no fear on his expression. "I just think it's not bad... After all, you are my biggest protection, uncle."

The man sneered. "Your greatest protection is the Blood Clan, the Blood Throne. Don't think too highly of me."

Ronald's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled nonchalantly. "The Bloody Continent is too far away from me now, I won't pin my hopes on something so far away..."

"You are too sensible, Ron." The man gave him a deep look. "It's not good." He said meaningfully.

Ronald smiled with blurred eyes. "My lord, it's not that I'm ignorant of current affairs... You understand my heart better than anyone else, don't you..."

The man suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were as deep as the sea.

Ronald stared at him silently.

After a long time, the man suddenly laughed. "Ronald, you are worthy of being the future blood race [Sifang]."

Ronald also smiled again, but that smile was obviously a little cold and complicated.

The man laughed for a while, but the smile on his face suddenly disappeared and turned into indifference.

"Ronald, I can tell you directly, if you want to start with me, it is basically impossible. Because I never thought of helping you from the beginning."

The expression on Ronald's face froze.

The man went on to say, "Do you think I'm going to shoot myself in the foot? Impossible." He sneered again. "Perhaps Xiyuan has that idea, but you have no ability to shake his decision—even I don't have much hope—so—"

He half-closed his eyes and gave him a deep look.

"You only have two options now, Ron."

"Either, win the heart of your lord and let him be happy to help you; or..."

"You just give up 【Servant of the King】."

"But the problem is, the second way—"

"Can you?"

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A day later, Feng Wuyang left the golden manor with his "father" and "brother".

Cleveland County is not far from North Yorkshire, less than half an hour's drive away. Lanid said that they will go to the large estate of the Rice family in Yorkshire.

Rice Manor in Harrogate.In summer, this beautiful and simple area seems to be still in the middle ages, with lush vegetation, bright and dazzling colors of the sun, full of vitality and vitality.

From the window of the car, you can faintly see a large group of snow-white long-haired sheep wandering on some pastures, and stone and wooden farmhouses looming in the woods, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

It is almost a scene that can only be encountered again and again in a dream.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Balor who was sitting beside him suddenly said with a smile.

"Huh?" Feng Wuyang froze for a moment, then looked sideways.

Balor was leaning against the car window, silently watching the passing scenery outside with gentle eyes.

"It's really unbelievably beautiful." He said with a sigh-like smile.The refraction of sight through the glass window fell on Feng Wuyang's somewhat confused face.

"Our Rice family," Balor looked at his father in the front passenger seat, paused, and then smiled, "It has taken root in the human world for nearly 7 years."

7 hundred years, about three centuries.Feng Wuyang calculated silently in her heart.

[Hell] Taking 7 years as a century, and more than 700 years in the human world, there are probably less than three centuries of hell.

——The Lais is a terrible race.

She still remembered the admiration but also the faint sadness of her father's expression when he mentioned the Lai family when he was instructing them when they were young.

Lowwind.The last name of the Feng family when they were still in the Bloody Continent.

Once a part of the Rice clan.

--betray.

When this word suddenly flashed into her mind, she couldn't help but be taken aback.

How... did you suddenly think of this?

Where did it come from...

"Lianian." Larned's voice came into his ears steadily.

After being stunned for a second, she suddenly realized that it was calling her.

Lenian, who she will play in the future.

"Ah... I'm here." She murmured and raised her head.

Laned was watching her through the rearview mirror.

"What's the matter?" She sat up straight.

"About your body..." Lanid's sitting posture was still upright, without any changes due to the bumps of the driving or the change of the seat.

——The military-like temperament deeply rooted in the blood of the Lai clan.

"I thought about it carefully, [Kean's disguise] will help you adjust most of the problems. As for the problem that you can't see the sun, I think there should be no sunlight at the banquet at night. You just need to pay attention during the day. .”

"...Ah." For her disguise, even such a rare holy artifact was taken out.

"As for whether it will be recognized by someone with a heart..." Lanid touched his chin lightly with his hand and smiled strangely.

"Good luck."

Weird ending.

Feng Wuyang looked at him, from her perspective she could only see a third of his side face, which was slightly covered by the hair, making it even more hazy.

Suddenly there was a strange feeling.

——Playing Lainian seems to be a premeditated action by some people.

What is it planned for...

She is not qualified to understand.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he heard Balor next to him suddenly say in a low voice: "Here we are." The previous leisurely appearance disappeared in an instant, and he regained the integrity and rigor of a soldier.

The car slowed down slowly and then stopped. Through the car window, she saw the Rice Manor, the largest central manor of the Rice Clan in Harrogate.

--You finally came.

There seemed to be a faint sound in the ear.

——Atonement?

smiling.

— What courage.

Cold and sarcastic.

—Try it.

Meaningfully disappearing at the end of the boundless darkness.

Feng Wuyang raised her eyes suddenly.

That is--

The majestic and magnificent scene of Rice Manor came into view.Low-key luxury, oppressive with a shocking momentum.

There seemed to be someone standing and waiting on the steps at the gate of the manor. The thick black silhouette turned around and disappeared before she could see it clearly.

Something flashed in her mind suddenly, and she was about to think about it, but was pulled back to reality by Laned's voice.

"Lianian, Lord Syl is waiting for you."

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Carrying a windbreaker and walking slowly through the long corridor, I faintly heard footsteps steadily approaching from the other end.

Diolot's steps stopped for a moment, and he tilted his head, his half-closed black eyes flickered brightly, and slowly entered the figure who was walking.

Black windbreaker, deep and dangerous breath.

"Ronald." He thought for a while and called out.

The footsteps on the opposite side paused, then quickly approached.

"I'm looking for you, Dior." The face was stripped from the shadows, and the man's tightly pursed lips revealed a trace of repressed atmosphere.

"What's wrong with you?" Diolot looked at him strangely.

Ronald put on his glasses, was silent for a moment, and sighed softly. "Diolot, tell me, is there Elizabeth in the invitation letter of [Masquerade Ball]?"

Diolot's eyes changed.

Ronald's expression was very heavy. "I just received news that people in Greater London were attacked by the Elizabeth family. The reason given by the other party is..."

Diolot narrowed his eyes. "'Blood race against Althea's original blood race