Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

of?Regarding [Masquerade Ball], there is no blood race who does not understand its rules. "

No hostility, no bloodshed.

Balor just shook his head with a smile.

Feng Wuyang frowned. "...Is there really only fourteen clans in this banquet?" She suddenly doubted the authenticity of it.

There are too many weird things, and the young master...

She couldn't help guessing.

"Don't think too much." Balor looked at her lightly, with warning in his eyes. "It's not something you can understand."

Feng Wuyang stared at him, the latter's expression did not fluctuate at all, she could only give up.

"Okay." She sighed. "I won't ask. But there is one question I want you to tell me the answer to."

"You say." Balor did not express his attitude.

Feng Wuyang put the mask back on her face and looked at him silently. "Why should I come?"

Balor looked at her with a half-smile, turned around and left for a moment.

"Because of need."

"..." What kind of stupid answer is this!Feng Wuyang clenched and loosened her fists, finally endured the urge to stare at that person's back, and left the maze angrily.

After she left, Balor slowly walked out from another road.

"What do you think the result will be?" He asked faintly while looking up at the starry sky above his head while walking.

"You asked me what to do." A low-pitched laugh came from beside him, and in the dark maze of purple shirts, Diolot, dressed in white, came out of the shadows, with his long hair tied behind his head and his mask in his hands. Dai, a pair of obsidian-like glasses looked at Balor meaningfully. "Everyone knows what the result is, right?"

Balor glanced at him and snorted. "Dior, don't say it, it's the first time I've seen you so interested in this matter."

Diolot paused for a moment, the smile on his face dimmed slightly, but it didn't disappear.

He slowly put on the mask and walked in front of Balor, his low and gentle voice seemed blurred and slightly sad under the humid night wind by the lake.

"I can't help but be interested." He said lightly.

Balor seemed to have sensed something, he stood up abruptly, narrowed his eyes and looked at him brightly.

"Is it because—"

The sound of Diolot's footsteps stepped on the name he was about to blurt out. With a tall and tall figure, he stood silently under the extreme darkness and clear star shadow, as gorgeous as a white magnolia blooming lonely at night.

"Baroll." He said calmly. "I know what you're surprised about."

Balor was taken aback for a moment, and looked at his cold back with some confusion.

"Is this important?" He snorted softly, with a slight sarcastic smile on his face. "Do we care about this?"

"I didn't mean that..." Balor retorted bitterly. "Okay." Diolot interrupted him, and continued to walk forward.

"There is nothing to say about this matter. You just need to know."

"..." Watching his jade-like figure disappear into the darkness, Balor looked up at the sky above his head. The clear night sky was full of soft and flickering stars, like the colors flooding in their eyes.

With a soft sigh, he lowered his eyes and slowly left the dark purple shirt maze.

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The sky in the distance is slightly milky white, like milk poured into ink suddenly, and the darkness around it slowly fades away, showing a deep blue or purple.

Feng Wuyang yawned, sat at the window of the bedroom and looked down casually.

Although she didn't rest all night, she didn't feel tired at all, and of course this was limited to her.Most of the vampires left and went home to sleep.The day is the night of the blood race.

Rice Manor has gotten a little quieter.Servants are familiar with their master's schedule, so they also adjust their biological clocks to be similar to those of their masters.Therefore, there are basically no people in Rice Manor during the day.Occasionally, I will not do any noisy activities, at best I will add a little "snack" and then just sit and look at the scenery books.

Perhaps it was the influence of the dance party that felt too strange to her, which made her not sleepy at all at the moment.Can only sit by the window in a daze.

Originally, there was someone who buried the snow, but that stupid tiger didn't know where it went now.It is also inconvenient to contact the shrine here, and I don't know if [Skynet] has sent her new news.But thinking about it, it shouldn't be a big deal, the young lord and lord are all in this manor, so if you have something to do, just say it, there is no need to give any instructions.

There is a slight strange feeling in my heart, I don't know what it is, and I have no way to find it out, so I can only keep it in my heart and wait for it to rot one day.

There was some movement downstairs, Feng Wuyang looked down, and saw a long-haired figure in a white windbreaker walking out of the manor with Balor, got into the car waiting at the door, and then quickly disappeared on the forest road.

Because the angle is not very good from too far away, even with her supernormal eyesight, she couldn't see who the white-clothed man was, male or female.But that strange sense of familiarity reappeared after seeing that shadow, which made her very entangled.

"Why do I think of Shatarofar when I see white clothes and long hair now..." She pressed her brows depressedly, and decided to leave the window and go back to bed to sleep.

Outside the door, Lanid paused as he walked past her room, and then left without meaning.

"That person is gone?" He whispered to the housekeeper next to him.

The housekeeper of Rice Manor bowed his head with a slight smile.

"I had a long talk with the young master last night, and I left early in the morning."

"Hmm..." Lanid thought for a while and nodded. "The magic circle can finally be dismantled. Presumably they are fine and will not explore other people's identities."

"Okay, sir." The butler nodded slightly, and then left silently.

"...I don't know what the result will be." Laned stood at the stairs and thought for a while, then walked down slowly.

"Hopefully things will go according to plan. ... [Triangle meeting] ... This is also a difficult problem."

—Your eyes remind me of the twilight of death, my dear lord.Do you know what is the bargaining chip for our family to survive?Slowly let the pretense of reality peel off. —if death is not the beginning.

— next night.Cold life and soft fangs.His memory that cannot be awakened, his pain that cannot be forgotten.This is a vampire's feast. ——When the claws of wild beasts also lose their effect.

Eighth Night Escape from the Frost Wolf【Part [-]】

"Don't wake me up if it's okay." Diolot closed the door and casually threw off the windbreaker on his body, spotted the bed and plunged into it with a weary order.

Balor, who was standing at the door, stared innocently at the servant.

"...You don't need the banquet?"

"...Should...it should be..." The servant replied uncertainly.

"Hmm." Shrugging his shoulders, Balor turned around helplessly. "Well, he probably won't go to the banquet."

"Yes."

"I'll thank you for closing the magic circle." Syl gently put down his teacup, and looked up at Balor who came down from the stairs.

"No, it's all Dior's doing, I didn't do much." Balor blinked. "He looks tired."

"Although I don't want him to deal with it during the day, it's only safer at that time." Syl said lightly. "Thank you for his hard work."

"Hmm... When will Ron come back?" Balor didn't say anything, but after thinking about it, he asked a question that had nothing to do with the previous one.

Syl raised his eyes and glanced at him quickly, then lowered his eyes as if nothing had happened, "What do you ask him for?"

Balor spread his hands with a helpless expression. "My lord, I'm not as capable as Ron." The implication is that his current task is too heavy.

The corner of Sil's lips twitched slightly. "That's why I have to train you."

"My lord..." Balor screamed. "Ron and the others are not at the same level as me!"

Syl ignored it. "It's better for young people to suffer a little bit."

"What's the matter..." Balor murmured sadly, picked up the tea offered by the servant and drank it boringly. "Ron and Dio are the golden partners, and letting me go won't help him..."

"Are you jealous?" Syl raised his eyebrows slightly listening to his thoughts.

"My lord!" Balor almost turned over his glass in shock.A pair of eyes stared at him. "I have a girlfriend!"

"Oh." Syl nodded clearly, and just as Balor breathed a sigh of relief, he heard him throw down a sentence like thunder: "Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"My lord..." Balor almost cried. "I don't want you to be so scary..." Ron is a ferocious wolf!Want him to hear it and not tear him apart?

Syl looked at him happily, and leaned leisurely on the sofa. "Shall I tell you when Ron comes back?"

"...I'm going back to sleep, my lord." Balor put down his teacup decisively and walked up the stairs in despair.

"Hmph." Syl hummed lightly. "Such a joke."

Oliver, the housekeeper behind him, lowered his head and smiled slightly when he heard this. "Master, it is impossible for Master Balor to appreciate the affection between them."

That is a fetter that belongs exclusively to [Sifang], and it is impossible for outsiders to intervene.

Hearing his words, the expression on Syl's face slowly faded, and his eyes looking out of the window became a little sad.

"Yes. Can't."

For them, such a bond cannot be lost at all.

Otherwise, what's the difference between losing part of the body and half of the soul?

and so……

"It's been so long..." Syl sighed softly.