Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

Rule the world with theocratic power and royal power at the same time, and the fatuous king only knows to seize one of them.do you understand? "

She doesn't understand.

But she knew that the young master had already treated her with the utmost benevolence when he said that, so she didn't ask.She believes that one day someone will help her answer this question.

Although she doesn't know if she can afford to wait.

The light of day pierced through the night fog and descended, Feng Wuyang came back to his senses, backed away from the lake, there was a car waiting in front of the castle, saw her coming, and bowed slightly.

"Lord Lenian, it's time for us to go back."

"Hmm... Is there anyone else in the castle?" She subconsciously glanced at the top of the castle. Although she couldn't see the open-air garden here, she thought there should be someone there now.

"There are still a few adults to discuss matters, let me take you back later." The waiter didn't say much.

She nodded, and then got into the car. After the car drove out of the castle, she looked back at the silhouette of Leedsburg, and faintly saw another car leaving from the gate of the castle.

That's it.She muttered silently in her heart.Leedsburg, masquerade ball, under the seemingly peaceful luxury banquet, there is actually boundless darkness and blood surging. Now that the skin has faded, the dark tide is about to surge.

However, those have nothing to do with her.What she should do now is to return to France and continue to look for her gem in Eagle Castle.

It doesn't matter if that man is Siata Rofar or Diolotte, Solard or Ronald... She doesn't want to think about these headaches and unresolved things.It's up to whoever he loves...as long as you can get caught up in that triangular meeting and give her more time...but...

By the way, why hasn't there been a shadow of her servant Baihu until now...

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"No matter what... don't show such an expression." Fingertips tapped lightly on the balcony in an irregular rhythm, Ronald looked sideways at the lake downstairs, which was beautiful in the moonlight, and his light tone made people Can't grasp what he wants to express.

Diolot glanced at him, lowered his eyes and smiled wryly. "You are so cruel, Ron. Obviously who started all this."

Ronald's eyes were frighteningly bright in the dark, flirting with the luster of the moon shadow, deep and cold. "Let's stop thinking about it, shall we?"

Diolot turned his face away with a sarcasm. "Okay...you have the right to take it as my unreasonable trouble..."

Ronald reached out and grabbed his fingers, cold and stiff, as if holding an ice cube.

"I can't forgive myself if I hurt you." He lowered his eyes slightly and said lightly. "Diolot, you remind me of a long time ago, when I looked at you and wanted to kill myself."

Diolot looked back at him, pursed his lips and smiled, and there was something faintly shining in his flickering black pupils.He broke away from Ronald's fingers, then stepped forward, grabbed his windbreaker and raised his head, pressing his cold lips against his warm ones.

"Did you feel it, Ron?" he said in a low voice. "I am such a person who does not deserve sympathy, because no matter how much you do, it is impossible for me to respond to you..."

"You're still so timid... Diolot, why can't you be more presumptuous in front of me?" Ronald's half-down eyes flickered with sadness, and he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, Turning his head away from him, his lips gently slid to his neck, burying his fangs in the throbbing carotid artery.

Diolot stared blankly at the front, the flickering color in his eyes gradually dimmed. "Ron, am I a very jerk..."

"You are indeed a bastard." Ronald said softly in his ear with his fangs drawn out. "A bastard who still lives in his own world even though I'm here."

"Are you mine?" Diolot's hoarse wry smile escaped from his throat. "Ronald, don't overestimate yourself."

Ronald let go of him and backed away slowly.The light in the deep eyes became more and more blurred under his movements until they were completely dark. "Sure enough, you are still brooding over that matter. Is it really that scary? ... Well, if it doesn't work, I'll give up at worst. Now that you've said that, how dare I do anything? ... ..."

"You know I can't give up on you, Dio...we can't be separated. Maybe I said I did some comparisons, but...if it puts you in pain, I won't do anything.  …— I would absolutely do it, Dio."

After speaking, he turned around, and the dark figure melted into the shadows and slowly disappeared before his eyes.

Diolot stood where he was, like a cold sculpture.After a long time, I saw him slowly squatting down, his long hair scattered in front of him due to the movement of the ground, blocking that beautiful and delicate face.

"Actually, your tenderness is the greatest cruelty to me, Ronald."

"You know I can't repay you, but you still do it... Maybe I should hate you, Ron."

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Returning [Kean's Disguise] to Lanid, Feng Wuyang changed her clothes and walked downstairs slowly, and saw Syl sitting alone by the window watching the light rain falling outside.

"My lord." She walked over and nodded slightly at him.

"Are you planning to go back?" Syl didn't even look at her, and his cold voice spread out from his chest.

"Yes, because..." "Let's stay here first." Syl slightly raised his hand to interrupt what she was about to say.Slowly turned to look at her. "It's too dangerous for you to be alone in France."

Although it meant caring, his expression had nothing to do with caring.Some are just impatient for fear of trouble.

"Wait until [Night of Sparrow Dance] before going back."

"But..." Feng Wuyang looked at him in embarrassment.Her mission is inherently shady, and if Thorard and Sciata Roffal... no, Ronald and Diolot have all returned to France and returned to Eagle Fort by then, it will be even more difficult for her to act.

"I think you should know your situation." Syl glanced at her coldly. "I'll be in trouble if something happens to you."

"...I understand." Frightened by his eyes, Feng Wuyang took a small step back, lowered her head and said in a low voice.

"During this time, you will live in the Golden Manor, which is relatively remote and will not reveal your identity."

Gold Manor?Please don't tell her it's that blindingly gorgeous estate in Cleveland...Jesus.

As if hearing her thoughts, Syl nodded lightly. "Yes, the one in Cleveland. The one you came to live in here."

"..." Let her go blind.

"You can move there tomorrow. If there is anything you need to tell Lanid, he will stay there with Balor for a while."

"Yes." Feng Wuyang nodded, and after waiting for a while, he continued to speak, nodding slightly. "Then, my lord, I'll go back first."

"Yeah." Syl responded softly. "You are welcome if you need anything."

"Yes. Thank you, Lord." Feng Wuyang nodded, then looked at him again thinking of something. "My lord... can I go out for a walk?"

"I didn't restrict your actions." Syl glanced at her. "Just be careful yourself."

"Well, okay." Withdrew resentfully, Feng Wuyang thought for a while, and walked directly to the door.

"Please be careful." The maid said something concerned, and opened the door to send her out.

There also seemed to be a sudden quietness in Yorkshire after the ball.

The forest where the driving can be seen has become silent now, and occasionally there is a low neighing sound from the sheep and horses on the pasture not far away.

Although the surrounding environment is so pleasant, there is still a trace of boredom in the bottom of my heart that makes Feng Wuyang suffocate.

In fact, she didn't worry much about the gem problem.It was just a mission, and failure was forgivable.But the blood race... this race that concerns everything about her has become more and more uneasy for her.

Those few meaningful words of the young master should be ordinary dukes, but they are the masters of Eagle Castle on the throne [Sifang], and there are many people, they...

It's obviously nothing to do with her, a [disabled person] who was expelled from the family, isn't it?Why did she just let her stand in the middle of this vortex, unable to escape?

Unknowingly, the walk seemed a bit remote, and after recovering, Feng Wuyang could no longer see the shadow of Rice Manor.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, because she has been subconsciously avoiding direct light, it seems that she has walked into the woods.Now, instead, I lost my way.

Sighing softly, Feng Wuyang took out the phone in his pocket and was about to press it, but his body suddenly became stiff as if frozen.

"Uh..." Swallowing secretly, Feng Wuyang looked down at the slender sharp claws stretching across her neck, and spoke hesitantly. "It seems ungentlemanly to bring something dangerous near a lady."

A low hoarse breath with a bloody smell came from behind. "A [disabled person], what does it matter?"

Feng Wuyang was confused.Is Ronald's so-called blessing so worthless that everyone ignores it?

"I'm under the protection of [King's Servant] Sir Ronald. You will be punished if you attack me without authorization."

"Ha!" The person behind her laughed disdainfully, and the sharp claws near her neck were even closer to her skin. "