Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

For things that are painful and unforgivable, you must listen to other people's explanations before you lose your mind. "

"This world is too cold and too far away. If you can't even hear the voice of explanation, then there is really nothing."

She remembered that at that time she looked up at the man, nodded seriously, and then asked back. "Did you do that, miss?"

Thinking about it now, that person's overly brilliant expression at that time actually had a blankness that was almost hopeless.

"Of course."

She believed it.

But she lied to her.

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"Explain. I'll listen." Facing the person standing in the door who was staring at her blankly, Feng Wuyang stared at him with her arms folded and her eyes indifferent.

"..." Ronald stared at her blankly for a long time, and finally couldn't help showing a desolate smile that was more sad than crying.

"Xiao Wu. I know you will never accept my words, so let me call you that again before that."

Feng Tuyu behind him slightly opened his lips. "Xiao Wu, Ron won't lie to you."

Feng Wuyang lowered her eyes, and raised her eyes again, her dark red pupils were still calm and indifferent.

"I won't know until I've heard it."

Ronald raised his head and smiled wryly, blinking, then closed his eyes.

For him, the few months in Fengjia Island may be the only time in his life that can be called relaxed and happy.

It's a pity that fate will never favor sinners like them.

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The deep night is like the huge wings of bats covering the world. Except for the gloom and coldness that can depress people to death, you can't find any gentle feeling here.

There is no light in the spacious and luxurious room. The only light comes from the exquisite fireplace in the middle of the house. The piled up charcoal blocks are clustered together, burning themselves as thoroughly as possible, turning the pain of destroying the bones into scorching heat and light. But I don't know who it is for warmth and illumination.

Although the crackling sound of charcoal could be heard, the room was still so unbearably cold, without the slightest heat blending in, maybe it was the excessive cold that swallowed them up.

A few chairs and sofas were randomly placed in front of the fireplace. The man sitting on the couch to the left of the fireplace at the moment had long black hair tied up on his shoulders, and his long forehead hair fell from the side of his face and was not tied up. Dangling in the ear, leaving a long scar-like shadow on that pale and cold face.

The man lowered his head and looked at a book very intently. His slender fingers pinched the corners of the pages, but he didn't intend to turn them over. His eyes firmly grasped the coherent words on it without letting go. He seemed very focused. Read the book in front of you.

Except for the sound from the fireplace, the silence in the room was terrible, and even the man's breathing and heartbeat did not know which world was silenced.

However, this silence did not last long. The door standing silently in the dark was pushed open from the outside, and a short-haired man in a light gray windbreaker with a velvet collar "floated" into the room like a dark cloud—yes, it was "floating" "Generally, his steps are extremely light, and with that fluffy down windbreaker, it looks like a beautiful dark cloud.

The man's face is clear and beautiful, and the light brown hair that is still shiny and flowing under such a dark background sets off the snow-like pale face, and against the figure that seems to be blown away by the wind, it is as delicate and elegant as a cloud of smoke.

However, the man's personality was obviously completely different from his appearance, his lips as rosy as petals were parted, and his clear and pleasant voice flowed down like a spring of various unceremonious words.

"I knew you were putting on a show here again! You've read that book so badly that you kept holding it to read it. I don't know what's interesting. With this little time, you might as well do something useful to help me understand it. Jieyou put up sculptures here for a day and there are no beauties to see!"

The man whose eyes were almost glued to the book and couldn't get up and down slowly raised his head, tilted his head, and raised his eyes when he heard the words. His pupils were very deep red, almost black red.It was the color of coagulated blood, which lost its temperature and became cold and hard.

The man's lips were not as bright red as the other's, but pale and bluish-purple as if sick. Against the pale face and deep red pupils, there was a terrifying sense of coldness.

"You have enough time to talk nonsense with me to do more things." He replied bluntly.

"Emotional work is done by me alone!" The short-haired man yelled with his hands on his hips in a vicious voice. Even such an indecent gesture had a unique and gorgeous depraved beauty on him.

The man glanced at him, and lifted the corner of his lips coldly, "Since you like to take credit, I won't block you."

"Andorra!" The man raised an arm tremblingly and pointed at him angrily. His pale face and exquisite features were tangled together due to anger, but he was still incredibly beautiful.

"You you you you you...you are still not a man!"

Andor Nirensadjimichi glanced at him sarcastically when he heard this, then turned his head and continued to read.He snorted coldly. "Why, I'm not a man and you are a woman?"

Fitz almost scratched it with his paw, but he withdrew his hand and shook his sleeve angrily. "[Cut point] There is a wave of the magic net. It must be that Ronald and the others went back and activated the magic circle. Nom Cole told us to rush over and deal with them. You are here to read a book in your spare time!"

"What's the rush, they won't leave for a while." Andor responded indifferently.

"It's easy to deal with that guy Ronald!?" Fitz saw him staring at the book, furious, and suddenly stepped forward and pulled his book away forcefully. He wanted to throw it into the fireplace and forget it. But thinking of his eccentric character, he threw it on the sofa aside.

Andor really looked up at him, of course, his eyes were quite unkind.But how could he care about him, convincing him to go out to work with him was the real thing. "You have been staying in the research institute before, and you don't know about Ronald. He, and the Diorot of the Ventre family next to him, are not characters that can be underestimated. Waiter] Those who follow the throne and Sifang, who can be underestimated? I heard that Diolot left Eagle Castle due to something, and Ronald can solve it alone. If you don’t seize this opportunity, next time Whether there is still a chance is not up to us!"

Andor blinked slightly, his tone lazy. "Anyway, Nom Cole is the one who ordered you, and I have nothing to do with [Heavenly King], not to mention that you like to add merit to yourself so much, can you just go by yourself?"

"..." Fitz's face twitched so much that he hurt himself, suppressing the urge to slap him to death, he rolled his eyes, and suddenly put on a sly smile.

"Don't you want to continue to study the compound magic circle of [cut point]? Last time I deliberately reset the magic circle with [Painting Brush], isn't it just to keep it for myself? But there are so many capable people over there , I heard that when Ronald came back this time, he brought someone with him, if that person has the talent to forcibly change the magic formation, wouldn't all your calculations be in vain?~"

"..." Andor glanced at him silently, and let out a contemptuous hum from his throat. "What else would you do other than threaten me with this?"

Fitz shook his shoulders triumphantly. "As long as this trick works, don't care about the rest~"

Andor stood up with a sneer, took back the books he had thrown aside, carefully arranged them and put them under his armpits, then turned and walked out the door.

Seeing his appearance, Fitz smiled in satisfaction, and followed him out unsteadily. "Go and clean up first, I'll find someone to explain and we'll leave."

Andor ignored him, walked to a branching corridor, turned around and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Fitz scratching his nose in depression and walking the other way.

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For him, this is undoubtedly the place where all nightmares start and continue.

Gronsa means "king city" in the blood clan language.But he liked another explanation.

Island Prison.

Prison on an isolated island.What an apt explanation.

The birthplace of the Vanjo clan, the place where the noble royal lineage flows, the cold and noble clan, with the scepter as the family emblem, everyone thinks they are kings, and they are infinitely conceited.

Perhaps it is also like this, every kind of crime will be smeared and magnified to the extreme, into an unsightly form.

When he set foot on this land, he couldn't suppress the severe pain that accompanied the fear.

"Master Diolot." The vampires along the road saluted and greeted respectfully, maintaining the most perfect respectful posture, but their eyes hidden in the shadows did not know if they were so consistent.

The gorgeous and feminine pale face, the exquisite beauty that even women can't compare to, the bright black pupils smudged under the moonlight, and the elegant and proud posture attracted the attention of passers-by.

With her red lips tightly pursed, Diolo walked forward along the corridor without looking sideways.He has long been used to the contempt of everyone in the family,