Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

I don't know what I thought of, and my brows, which were as thin as ink and wash, were slightly raised.

"Fengshi..."

—Here is your lavender, dear girl.This is Provence, and you have stepped into a world of secrets.Now, please give me the key. —You know it can be dangerous.

— next night.Welcome to the kingdom of flowers surrounded by fragrance, what you see is what you don't know.The Lavender Cafe, the man I met for the first time.This is a vampire's feast. ——After the flowers bloom.

The First Night Accompanied by the Shadow of the Nightmare 【Part [-]】

"Leave it to you, I am very relieved."

"Ah."

The gloomy clouds seemed to be collapsing from the sky, and the icy air was filled with an atmosphere of uneasiness. The blood-red mist enveloped the dazzling rose flower garden in front of the Gothic castle, and the tangled vines were twisted from the vertical walls. Winding down, like the ferocious claws of evil spirits, they rushed straight to the delicate flowers blooming in their arms.

The pale and cold slender fingertips gently stroked a bright red rose beside him, and the man in the pure white long windbreaker raised his head slightly, the black hair scattered on his white forehead perfectly complemented the skin underneath. White, as if about to become transparent.The profound facial features are exquisite and unusual, the curvature of the eyebrows is charming, and a pair of red pupils seem to appear from a black hole, bright but extremely deep.

"Actually... what they are afraid of is nothing more than the people behind you and me..."

"It's useless to say more." The man in black sitting in front of the man stared at the goblet in his hand with his eyes half downcast. There are traces left on the wall.

"The immediate priority now is that the information has been leaked, what do we do with it."

The man in white lowered his eyes and chuckled, the curves of his facial features revealed a hint of seductiveness.

"Didn't your lord say that they will go? Now everything is just beginning, even if you want to do something, you can't do anything, right?"

"So you plan to ignore everything?" The man in black suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, and immediately lowered his eyes. At that moment, only the man in white could clearly see the expression in his eyes.

He couldn't help laughing. "How come, we are good partners."

"Hmph. So you still know."

"But I really have something to do." The man in white spread his hands and shrugged, then bowed his face to the man in black with a smile.

"Anyway, it's nothing without me here... The [Prince] here is you and not me..."

"You'd better stay away from me." The man in black stopped shaking the wine glass in his hand. "I want to kill someone right now."

The man in white laughed out loud. "Don't, save some energy for the group of guys who are coming, I'm your loyal partner, killing me won't do you any good."

"If you want to roll, just go faster, or do you want me to give you a ride?" The man in black raised his wine glass and drank the liquid in the glass elegantly and boldly. He threw the glass into the flowerbed, and he swept away the windbreaker and stood up neatly.The slightly messy black hair cast a shadow on his face, and he could only faintly see two clusters of blood-colored light spots beating, but he couldn't see his eyes.

The man in white took two steps back. "Don't get so close to me, I don't want to have any more scandals with you."

The elegantly curved but still rigid jaw was slightly raised, and the thin red lips evoked a hint of sarcasm.

"Have you any positive news?"

"... Are you happy teasing me?"

"really."

"..."

"Speaking of which, someone must have already started to prepare for that place, you have to be careful."

The icy wind blew across the silent garden, the roses in the flowerbed shook their limbs and rustled restlessly, the night crow hovering above the castle uttered two shrill calls, flapped its wings and flew anxiously twice, and then went back to the dark Shadows disappear in the light.

The flickering blood-red eyes stared thoughtfully at the rolling terrain outline not far away, their vision was blurred by the mist, the molecules in the air were jittering restlessly, and the whirling wind swirled their bodies. The wind robe flutters quietly like a cloud or fog.

"Don't worry." The man's voice suddenly sounded low and full of magnetism, lightly breaking the strange atmosphere that came suddenly.

"Nobody can take that from me."

"I hope so."

"You know, the best thing 'they' do is all kinds of machinations."

"If that's the case, it's useless to defend."

"The adults trust you very much."

"Trust and trust are not the same."

"They can trust me, and I can do things that make them trust. But the results are not equal to the trust."

"If they insist on doing something, how can you and I avoid it?"

-·-

"Tianna."

The door was knocked, and the female's brisk voice carried the graceful and charming texture unique to the French.

"...Morning..." Feng Wuyang opened the door blankly and looked at the person in front of her, feeling dizzy for a moment.

"...Please, Tiana, are you adjusting for jet lag?" The woman at the door looked at her confused face in surprise and couldn't believe it.

"...No..." She just doesn't like sunny days.

"Then get up quickly, Zanxue wakes up earlier than you!" The woman said, pointing to the big white tiger squatting on the stairs.

Feng Wuyang adjusted the focus, and the beautiful black-spotted white tiger raised a front paw to say hello.

Good morning, no, good afternoon, Yang Yang.

"..." Sibu Xue, I don't know if she read the information last night until dawn.

"Okay, now that you're up, hurry up and wash up. Didn't you say you're going to [échoué] with me today?"

"Okay... just come." Feng Wuyang blinked and regained consciousness, and nodded to the woman in front of her.

"Then I'll wait for you downstairs, hurry up!"

"it is good……"

After the woman finished speaking, she trotted downstairs with the corner of her skirt, leaving Feng Wuyang standing at the door and watching the white tiger burying the snow speechlessly.

Are you still going?Zongxue tilted her head and looked at her.

"Nonsense..." Feng Wuyang came back to her senses, rubbed her brows and turned back to her room. "Damn it, I have a headache... It was too late to read the materials yesterday..."

Zongxue followed in.Do you see anything?

"...What do you want me to say?" Feng Wuyang threw himself onto the soft bed, and casually tossed a stack of documents beside the pillow to Zunxue.

Zongxue stretched out her claws and scratched a few times, and blinked her blue eyes twice. "No problem?"

"No problem?" Feng Wuyang turned over and stared at the ceiling, "It is no problem that is the big problem..."

... what do you want to say?Funeral Snow looked at her depressed.

"It's nothing." Feng Wuyang pressed her eyebrows and didn't say anything. "You go down and wait for me, I'll come after I change my clothes."

Zongxue glanced at her helplessly, turned around and walked out slowly, Taiwei kindly helped her close the door.

Feng Wuyang put on a long-sleeved jacket and trousers, looked at the documents all over the place, couldn't help squatting down and took out a few and looked at them again.

"Decor Solad D. Krufisos..." She muttered the name, and a cold light flashed quickly in the dark red eyes under the scattered silver hair.

"Do you really have no loopholes..." The slender five fingers slowly tightened, crumpling the paper into a ball.

"How does this make me believe..."

【échoué】, the coffee shop of Feng Wuyang's French friend Lorna.It is located in a small town on the outskirts of the beautiful city of Aix in Provence, France, next to a large lavender field.This area belonged to the first duke of France, De Cole Saurard D. Krufessos.

Speaking of the First Duke, every Frenchman can tell you about his deeds for three days and three nights with passion.Known as the "Duke of the Eagle", the Duke of Solade came from the oldest French family of Krufessos. They have loyally and low-key guarded the French royal family for generations. At that time, their territory was the province of Provence in southern France.After Provence was re-divided in the 60s, the Krufisos family voluntarily gave up their vast territory, retaining only the important port of Marseille and several surrounding cities.This wise family took the initiative to give in in order not to make the French royal family suspicious of themselves, but they are still the people with the most say in this area of ​​Provence, and they firmly control the largest seaport in France and large vineyards and lavender manors.Until a hundred years ago, they were also the largest and most powerful family in France.

The "Duke of the Eagle" Solard entered the French Senate 20 years ago, and entered the core of French power ten years ago to become the glorious "First Duke".The many stories about this man during this period are simply legendary.

This man inherited almost all the characteristics of the Krufisos family, low-key but strong, smooth but very upright.The Krufisos family's praise in France is even greater than that of the royal family, but it is precisely because of their wisdom that they will not become a thorn in the eyes of the king and can continue to stand here.And Solard made this family even taller in the eyes of the French.At the same time, he is also an excellent French man, and he is the perfect image of a man in the eyes of French women. He is voted No. 1 in the list of men most wanted to marry by entertainment magazines every year...

"What a mess." Throwing away the magazine in his hand, Feng Wuyang depressedly picked up the spoon and stirred the water glass in front of him. The effervescent tablet he put in quickly melted, dyeing the clear water into a blood red color.

Didn't find what you were looking for?Zongxue lay down at her feet and dozed off.

"I'm not looking for anything... I'm just curious about that man..."

Rona said that Thorard would come here for a cup of coffee every evening, and you have a chance to meet him.

"Even so..." Feng Wuyang narrowed his eyes and looked through the glass window at the faintly visible castle spire in the distance, where the Duke of Krufisos lived.