Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

, accompany me? ~" As he spoke, he cast a very charming look.

"..." Diolot's eyes twitched.That wolfish charm really made him tremble all over, I really don't know whether he was stimulated or frightened.

"Go away." After thinking for a moment, he decisively shook off his hand. "Are you going to the party tonight?"

"Nonsense." Ronald snorted as he closed his eyes again. "It's the last night, why don't you go see that one?"

"That's right." Diolot seemed to be frowning in distress, "So I have to open the [Boundary Gate] again today?"

Ronald opened his eyes and closed them again, curling his lips into a chuckle. "Good job."

"Bastard!" Diolot shook his fist angrily.

"Okay." Ronald caught it at once, then pulled him down abruptly, and muttered with his face sideways buried in the pillow. "I'm almost exhausted to hurry back, don't make trouble for me..."

Diolot yanked away from his hand and rolled over on his back, her canines digging into his shoulder. "As if I'm not tired, you have the nerve to say so!"

"Isn't this coming here specially to make up for you..." Ronald let him toss without moving. "There must be nothing good tonight, don't run around..."

"You are the one running around!" He was furious.

"Hmm..." But the man was obviously very tired, so he responded casually and then fell silent.

"..." Staring at him unhappily for a long time, Diolot turned his face out of the pillow with a displeased face, pulled the quilt on one side and threw it on him, and then got off the bed from the other side.

"...Where are you going?" Unexpectedly, his low voice suddenly came from behind.

Diolot raised his hand and rubbed his uncomfortable eyebrows. "It's okay, you sleep, they won't know you are here."

"..." Ronald did not respond, but stretched out his hand and grasped his wrist accurately and firmly.

"Hey, Ron..." Diolot twitched his eyebrows slightly.

"...don't go anywhere until I wake up."

"Ron, I still have to see Lord Syl." Diolot couldn't laugh or cry. "What are you doing?"

"When I wake up." Ronald said lightly. "Otherwise, you will definitely quarrel when you see the blood sacrifice..."

"Hey, what do you mean by that?" Diolot kicked him rudely. "I promise not to quarrel with him, you let go."

Ronald raised his eyes slightly, glanced at him and closed them again. "I never believed your promises, huh."

"Roonnard!" Diolot scolded with a smile. Seeing that he didn't react at all, he tried to struggle a bit, but his strength was still undiminished. He could only give up with a sigh, and lay down with him.

"...Hey, Ron." Looking absently at the faint light from the window part through the curtains, he opened his mouth slowly with his eyes half down. "You'll see her soon."

The person next to him didn't answer, but he felt sensitively that the person held his hand and moved slightly.

He didn't know what to do, so he continued. "Actually, you already know her purpose... But you still pretend to be nothing... Even if it runs counter to our purpose..." "What do you want to say?" He suddenly heard his voice in a low and soft voice. sound, accompanied by a warm breath.

Diolot said nothing.

The touch of the lips spread from the nerves of the ears, and Ronald had regained consciousness, leaning against him and whispering in his ear. "I don't think this should be a kind reminder to me not to forget my duty."

Diolot still didn't speak, but slowly broke away from his hand and turned his back to him.

Ronald's voice sounded hazy behind him. "You really didn't believe me, Dio."

Diolot stared blankly through the heavy curtains, the daylight was so bright, but they didn't want to touch it at all.

If you touch it, it will hurt no matter what.

"No, Ron." He suddenly spoke softly, his voice was as thin as a fragile snowflake in the sun. "It's me like this, how dare I trust you."

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

"We can't be separated."

When he said this, blood red tears slowly rolled down from his eyes.

Why is it so sad, obviously there is no sadness.

He stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away the conspicuous tears, but found that he had no strength.

Unable to raise hands, unable to hug.Can't open mouth, can't kiss.

He couldn't do anything.

In his memory, that year his face was torn apart, and blood flowed across the snow like a stream.

"—Uh!" Waking up suddenly, Ronald sat up and moved his hand to the side. No one was there.

"Dior..." He let out a low cry, and then found that there was no other breath in the room except himself.

Slowly withdrawing his mind, he turned over and got out of bed, found the windbreaker he had thrown away casually, put it on, and opened the door.

"My lord." The maid at the door saw him bow slightly. "Master Diolot ordered, if you wake up, please go directly to Leedsburg. He will wait for you there."

"...Yeah." After a moment of silence, he nodded and left the room.

The blood sacrifice came oncoming in the corridor. "The dance is about to end, you hurry to Leedsburg to prepare for the meeting."

"Understood." The two passed each other without a moment's pause, leaving only a cold breath in the air.

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The crowd at the last dinner gradually faded away, and the few who stayed left soon together, and the huge castle hall instantly became cold again.

The people who remained basically had the same clan aura, took off the masks on their faces, looked at each other, and a subtle smile crossed their lips.

Feng Wuyang watched all this indifferently.

The servants began to clean up the meeting place. Lanid and Balor went somewhere, and there was no one he knew in the hall. Feng Wuyang glanced at the big wall clock, thought for a while, put down the mask in his hand and walked towards the stairs.

There is a small open-air garden on the top floor of the castle, which is very delicately decorated.

At this time, because the guests left, there was no one in the quiet place.

Feng Wuyang walked slowly around the garden, looked down at the arc cast by the moonlight, the figure slowly passed by, the moonlight seemed to pass through the water, still white and bright.

With a low chuckle, she found the nearest chair and sat down, raising her head to bask in the moonlight silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of a chair being pulled away came from behind, and a familiar male voice sounded faintly with a smile on his face. "Just say why I don't see you, so I ran here."

Feng Wuyang was taken aback.this voice...

The neck slowly turned around, under the bright water and moonlight, the man behind him was dressed in white clothes like ice and snow under the moon, his black hair flowed with a watery luster, his exquisite and alluring face was more charming than a woman's, and his black eyes were as bright as obsidian , under the reflection of the moonlight, a faint red wave of light danced faintly.The red lips are slightly upturned, with a charming smile.

"...Xia..." Feng Wuyang looked at him blankly, opened his lips and was about to say the name, but suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes dropped quickly. "...The moonlight in summer is nice, isn't it?"

"It's true." The man rested his chin with his hands leisurely, raised his eyes slightly, and the moonlight water flowed in his blurred slender phoenix eyes, gorgeous and full of enchantment.He is as cold as ice and snow, but possesses the inherent enchantment of this race, like a fairy in a snowy night, with a cold and captivating beauty.

Feng Wuyang slowly adjusted her mood and raised her eyes to look at him. "Why are you here?"

"Run away if you're bored." He shrugged. "Anyway, it will come soon."

"Then..." That person will come too?She wanted to ask, but she gave up.

No matter what you ask, you will be recognized if you ask. No one wants to see such a result.

"Speaking of..." She had nothing to say on this side, but he suddenly spoke slowly on the other side.

"Huh?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"Leinian, how quiet you are this time really impresses me..." Deep dark eyes fell leisurely on her face.Such careless eyes are full of lazy and seductive style, but I don't know if it is due to the moonlight, which makes the streamer in the corner of his eyes extremely cold. "And it's so peaceful with Ansair..." He chuckled as he spoke, his long hair hanging from his temples swaying slightly, making him look so enchanting.

"You two are so interesting..."

Ans Aire?Feng Wuyang was at a loss.Who is that?

Dazed and a little uneasy.Sure enough, there were still some telltale signs, but I hope he didn't see anything.

"...for a change." She was silent for a long time, muttered something, then turned her head away from him.

"Heh." His laughter spread shallowly behind him. "Children." After finishing speaking, there was also silence.

She was restless and couldn't help but glance back at him quietly.Noticing the look of disappointment on his face, he was slightly taken aback.

Under the moonlight, he raised his head slightly, his exquisite and coquettish face was exposed under the kiss of the moonlight, his slightly restrained slender eyebrows, lightly pursed red lips, and misty black eyes formed a sad expression, but The expression on his face was faint, a little desolate, a little ridiculous, and a little disappointed.

What is he disappointed about?

Her heart moved, thinking a little strangely.

At this time, footsteps appeared in the forest, she saw him lower his head, and turned away quickly.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly behind him.

He was answered by a voice that was extremely familiar to her.In fact, it was the voice that saved her from a life-or-death disaster.

— Ronald.

"Dior?" He whispered suspiciously. "how do you