Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

Dior, it's me. Ronald's eyes were bloodshot in the dark night, filled with worry and sadness. He raised his arm and pressed Diolotte's lips tightly, forcing him to open his mouth. Uncontrollable blood teeth pierced the skin and inserted into the blood vessel , The sucking action is also instinctive, and because of his restlessness, blood drips from the gap between his lips and teeth.

The hazy blood-colored pupils gradually dimmed and returned to a thick black color, but they were still out of focus.Diolot let go in a daze, and his weak body collapsed into Ronald's arms.

"... Ron..." His vision was vague, and he couldn't see the face of the person above him clearly, but the breath made him feel extremely at ease.

"Dior, close your eyes." Ronald lowered his head, pursed his lips as if smiling, and touched his cold lips lightly. "Go to sleep, Dio. Go to sleep." There were huge waves in his half-down eyes that couldn't be calmed down, the wound on his hand had disappeared, but the feeling of his teeth piercing still remained.

A long, long time ago, it seemed to be like this too.

"... Woo... Ron..." Diolot, who had closed his eyes obediently, could not calm down. His beautiful face was as pale and crystal clear as snow in the darkness, his low crying was full of pain, and his tightly closed trembling Bloody tears rolled down the eyelashes.

Ronald hugged him and lay down on the messy bed, pressed his head against his chest, and lowered his eyes. "Dior, it's okay, go to sleep." He slightly closed his lower jaw and pressed his lips against the top of his head, his voice somehow became dull and sad.

It seemed that some kind of pain had poured into his heart.

"We won't be apart, Dio. We will never be apart..."

"So..." Forget about that nightmare, forget about that nightmare... Dio, your heart is as cold as your body...

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It began to rain suddenly in the middle of the night.

The sound of rainwater falling into the woodland is very gentle, a hundred times more beautiful than the sound of beating steel and glass in the city.

Still can't sleep.

Everything during the day is still in front of me, making it impossible to fall asleep.

Heart beating irritability and a little pain.

Intertwined and turned into boundless darkness.

"It's really good for you to play such a role..." Sitting on the sofa, the handsome silver-haired man who looked only in his thirties looked at her with his sharp brown pupils half-closed, and then gently smiled as if remembering something. smiled.

"By the way, Leave." A low voice escaped from his unopened lips.

"It was Xiao San who rescued you." His eyes held her firmly but indifferently.

Little three?Although he didn't know who this little three was referring to, it was easy to guess the following words.

Third Miss.Yukino Riyan.

Little three?It's really a funny nickname.If the lady heard it, she would definitely collapse.

Suppressing the entanglement in her heart, she nodded respectfully.

The person opposite slightly bent his lips.

"Since you have been chosen to take Leinian's place, you should know what to do." He said suddenly. "I heard about your physical condition. At the dance, I will explain to you that I will replace your blood with a blood substitute. Be careful not to be exposed about the rest."

"……I understand."

The man showed a lazy expression, and then his upright sitting posture suddenly spread out and he leaned on the sofa casually.

But those eyes, those chilling glasses, still stared straight at her.

"...It's really unpleasant."

"However, if it's the child's wish, I'll just pretend it doesn't matter."

"However, if this is the case..."

Before he finished speaking, he raised a sneer to finish, then grabbed the cane beside him and stood up, leaving without looking back.

"Oliver, arrange Miss Lanian's accommodation." Only a cold command remained.It slowly faded away in the butler's response.

Do not understand.

I don't know what he wants to express.

In those cold eyes, there was sarcasm, gloom, contempt, and a kind of...

If she understood correctly, it should be a feeling close to hatred.

He, Xier, Bei Cangming, the Lord of the Eagle Shrine.He is, hates her.

Perhaps it was hatred for the entire family behind her.

why?

why?

——"Yangyang, this is the power of the king."

Wang's.

Wang's.

Not hers.

king.

King of blood.

The guardian of the Lai clan, the king of the blood clan——

She finally understood.

—What a dance of that prison-like castle, my lord.Is this disguise for you or for me?Why laugh so disturbingly. ——How many questions do you want me to answer for you?

— next night.The opening dance and the teaser of the sudden appearance.The young thornless rose, the masked stranger.This is a vampire's feast. — After drinking this cup of blood.

Extra Story: Episode [-] The Snowman and the Cub ①

It was a meeting that had nothing to do with fate.

Ronald will always remember that scene deeply.Winter snowflakes fall slowly from the black-red sky, and will melt gently in the palm of your hand. The whole process is always silent and light, and only the slightest feeling can know that experience.

He likes the soft snow.

There is no snow in the valleys of Ramasad.

Whenever the snow falls, there is a faint lingering sense of happiness in his heart. Those little elves that fall on the palm of his body are just a short life for him, but they are so memorable.

Uncle told him gently:

Ronald, your "lover" will appear in the snowflakes.

"spouse".

In fact, this name is not accurate.If it is to be based on the name of the contract, it should be "lover".

A person who rubs his flesh and blood into his soul.

They are the only people who are emotionally weak and almost non-existent. They will cherish and treat them sincerely.

He had seen his uncle's "lovers".The arrogant and cold Lord Mondebat, the coquettish and dangerous Lord Doris, and the lovely and gentle Lord Fei.He could feel the deep bond between the four of them, hidden deep in the blood, engraved on the soul, deeper than his closest blood relatives.

The light touch of the fingertips, the gentle meeting of the eyes, the soft overlapping of the figures... There is an incredible sense of fit between them, so strong that no one can insert between them.

So he also began to wait.

About his "lover" who would come to him from that snowy season.

And then eternity.

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"My lord, please."

Ronald walked down the stairs and saw Blood Sacrifice salute his uncle respectfully.

"You go back. If anyone asks, push it all on me." Syl sat on the sofa in silence for a moment, and waved his hand lightly

Xue Ji bowed his head and saluted again, then got up, saw him on the stairs, nodded slightly, turned and left.

"?" He watched him go away suspiciously, and his eyes fell on his uncle who turned his back again. Before the stairs went down a step, he heard his uncle's low voice. "Ron, I have something to ask of you."

"Okay, Uncle." He answered, then walked down the stairs and walked around in front of him.When he saw another person sitting on the sofa, he was slightly taken aback.

It was a thin and thin man, wrapped in a snow-white overcoat, leaning quietly on the sofa.

What surprised him, though, was his face.

No, he couldn't see his face.

His head was covered with a special hemostatic bandage for vampires, only revealing a hollow black eye.Even though he was wearing a hemostatic bandage, he could still see the slight blood oozing from between the bandages.

His heart ached violently.

What kind of injury turned him into this?

Noticing his strangeness, Syl glanced lightly at the person on the sofa, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.Then he ordered without changing his face: "Ron, take Diolot down to rest and prepare fresh blood. He was seriously injured, find a way to put him to sleep."

"Diolotte..." He murmured the name and glanced at him again.

He was still as stiff and cold as a puppet.The exposed black pupil was deep and beautiful, but it was so hollow that it made one's heart tremble.

"Okay, uncle." The inexplicable heartache brought him back to consciousness.He responded quickly, then walked slowly towards the sofa.

The man stared blankly ahead, seeing nothing in his eyes, the desolation was terrifying.

He first softly called his name, but there was no response, so he stretched out his hand and slowly held his.

Temperature and feel like ice and snow.

At that moment, he felt as if he was standing in the snow and holding a snowflake in his hands. The coolness spread from the nerves of his fingers to all parts of his body, making him feel terrified and flustered.

He shook his hand, but he still didn't respond.It made him almost turn around and ask his uncle if he was dead.

"He won't respond, you can carry him upstairs." The uncle seemed to sigh behind him, and then said.

"Uncle..." He turned his head hesitantly. "He really..." Is that okay?

Seeing his worry, his uncle smiled faintly at him. "It's up to you, Ron."

"What?" He was at a loss.

Uncle looked at him tenderly, and then at the person next to him, the brown pupils seemed to be flying with large flakes of falling snow