Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

it's here? "

The person behind got up and pulled away the chair, without saying goodbye to her, turned around and walked away from the dense vines.She turned around quickly, hesitated for a moment, and walked over slowly after his figure disappeared.

Although the open-air garden is not big, it has dense greenery and overgrown vines divide it layer by layer, providing a lot of hidden places, but the sound insulation effect is definitely not good.

After turning a few turns, she heard familiar voices coming from behind the vine tree shelf not far away. She was afraid that they would notice her breath, so she didn't get any closer, and gently pushed aside some vine trees, and she could faintly See the scene over there.

Diolotte in white... No, she doesn't know whether to call him Diolotte or Sciataroufar... Didn't he go to the Louvre with Solad, why did he appear here again?However, the previous guesses about him have been confirmed. He is not connected with the blood race, but a real blood race...

Then beside him... the man in black is just beyond the moonlight, so he can't see his face clearly, but why is his figure so familiar to her... How is it possible...

Their voices were very low, and they didn't hear what they said specifically. Feng Wuyang didn't intend to listen to what they said, but he just had some doubts about the identity of the man in black.She blinked to see clearly, but suddenly saw Diolot stepped forward and grabbed the man's windbreaker, raised her head and pressed her lips to his.

There was a sudden jump in her heart, and while she was shocked, she suddenly remembered something.If this is really Shatarofar, then of course the rumored lover is Solad...Then the person he is going to kiss right now...is it possible...

"...how do you..." Qingfeng sent the man's voice over, his hand grabbed Diolote's waist, gently left his lips, turned his face to his ear, and then drowned into him A faint smell of blood slowly escaped from his long hair.

Feng Wuyang was a little surprised, he seemed to be sucking Diolot's blood...but how could this be...could the two be of the same race?No... That person gave her a different feeling...

After a while, he let go of Diolot, and his body retreated into the shadows.The voice is a little hoarse. "...If it doesn't work...I dare to..."

"...I can't...I don't know anything...absolutely..." He finished speaking in a low voice, and before Diolot could reply, he stepped away from him.

Watching his figure go away until it disappeared into the narrow vision, Feng Wuyang's wide eyes couldn't find the focus for a long time.

God... she really... that person...

Really Thorard!

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"You're a little absent-minded...Leave." The young man's soft and melodious voice faintly dispersed in the night wind, and drifted away.

"...I'm sorry." She snapped back to her senses and lowered her head to apologize. "Young master, I..."

"Leave, blood race is unbelievable." Fan Xiyuan gently raised his eyebrows and looked over with a soft gaze. The slender figure leaning on the balcony is lazy but still full of charm, and the boundless moonlight is shining between the enchanting slender eyebrows and eyes. .

"...Is this what you are going to tell me today?" Feng Wuyang was silent for a while, then calmed down to meet his gaze, and asked softly. "But this is not what I want, young master. Of course I understand what you said." She said lightly.

The light coral-colored thin lips warmly pursed into a slight arc, which quickly disappeared in the night wind. "...Leave," the deep and bewitching purple eyes turned to the moonlight, filling a pool of mercury-like streamer.Cover up the original marks in his eyes tightly.

"I know what you want to know... I promised you to tell you... I will tell you." He lowered his eyes slightly, and that posture revealed infinite sadness and affection.He knew it was due to his natural posture, but Feng Wuyang was still uncontrollably panicked.

"Little Lord……"

"As keen as you are, you must be able to see that this dance is unusual..." Fan Xiyuan opened his lips gently. "I heard what Larned said... you are curious about the magic circle at the first night's banquet... right?" He rolled his eyes alluringly, and he lowered his eyes again, not knowing whether he saw her or not.

"……Yes."

The corners of his lips showed a fine arc again, and the young man turned his head slightly, leaving her with a beautiful side face with infinite charm, but he looked at the sparkling quiet lake in front of Leedsburg. "It's true... that magic circle was set up to block the breath... why did you release such a magic circle... Actually, you know it well, Leave...Of course it's to block some breaths that can't be known..."

Feng Wuyang's breathing suddenly stagnated.

"As for what kind of breath it is... Heh." The boy's meaningful chuckle spread in the air, seeming to neutralize all the oxygen in an instant, causing Feng Wuyang to gasp involuntarily.

He slowly moved his eyes back to her face, his purple pupils were filled with enchanting moonlight and thick night fog, blurred and enchanting astonishingly, somehow it made people feel a sense of fear.

The light coral-colored thin lips raised a slight smile at her, and the charm revealed by the young man's enchanting eyebrows made everything around him lose its color.

"Leave, tell me, in this human world, is there any scent of blood race that is worth avoiding from all blood races?"

Extra Story: Episode [-] The Snowman and the Cub②

Mr. Kuroki helped Diolot remove those bandages.

Although he was well prepared, when he actually saw the wounds on his face, he was still shocked to the point of fear.

He still couldn't see his face.

His face was scratched by a sharp knife, and there was no trace of intact skin. Except for the intact right eye, the left eye, nose, and even the mouth were all horrible.

He didn't know what made people hurt him so cruelly.

Diolot was still very quiet, his only remaining glasses were still so black and shiny, and they were still so hollow.

Syl looked at him for a long time and sighed softly.

"Why are you doing this?"

Not hallucinations.Really no hallucinations.Just after Syl finished saying that, Ronald really saw something appearing quickly in his eyes and then disappearing.

He jumped up excitedly. "Diolotte! Can you hear me, Diolotte!"

But he didn't respond anymore.

Ronald yelled at him in disbelief, but he still didn't see anything else appear in his eyes.

Hope turned to despair in an instant, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, almost crying.

"Dior..."

Seeing this, Syl called him softly. "Ron, forget it."

"He obviously heard what you said!" Ronald turned to look at him sadly. "Uncle, he will wake up, he will wake up..." So give him a little more time, don't give up on him so quickly...

Syl's eyes fell on him lovingly. "It's hard, Ron, it's hard." His voice was so soft that he could barely hear him. "Do you know why his face became like this?"

"..." He froze for a moment, then subconsciously shook his head, not because he didn't know, but because he didn't want him to talk.

The panic welling up in his chest made him refuse to listen.

Uncle must have understood, but he didn't stop.

"Ron... Diolot's injury..." "No..." He began to tremble, and the hand holding Diolot went cold for an instant.

"No... Uncle..." Please, don't say...

"...he did it himself." Syl looked at him in pain, and ended the sentence.

His body seemed to be frozen by ice and snow at that moment.

Only the hand of the person holding it was still so clear and so cold.

Turning his head slowly mechanically, he looked at Diolotte's appalling face, as well as the black and beautiful but empty glasses, and saw his own face in his mirror-like pupils, and the white skin slid There were two blood-red water trails.

"You are so cruel, Uncle." He murmured, and tears of blood fell on the wrists he held.

Syl looked at him without saying a word, just lowered his eyes and sighed slightly, then turned and left.

He sat there alone and cried for a long time, then slowly let go of Diolot's hand and hugged him tightly instead.

"I'm sorry..." He murmured still choked up. "I don't want to hear it, I really don't want to hear it..."

His hand lightly touched Diolot's face, but he didn't respond at all, as if the body had already died.

The skin under the fingertips is as uneven as a ravine.He thought of the faint blood oozing from under his bandage when he first met him, the feeling of the skin being cut by the bright weapon... His eyes blurred again.

"You are all the same cruel people." He said softly, forcing back the tears that were about to flow. "But..." He put on a smile and stepped back slightly to look at Diolot's face.

"It's okay, Dio."

"I've found a way to help you, everything will be fine..." He said, but couldn't help crying again, and the dripping tears stained Diolot's white pajamas red.

"...Why...it's obviously a good thing...but I'm so sad..." He muttered, raised his head, and suddenly froze.

Because he saw that in Diolot's empty eyes, some small pieces of light slowly gathered, and they slowly gathered to the corners of the scattered eyes, and then flickered slightly, then fell down.

That's tears.

Ronald stared blankly at the blood-red droplets rolled out of his eyes, which meandered across the tragic face