Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

, or..." "I'm not interested in those. "Feng Wuyang's refusal was unexpectedly flat and indifferent, so that he couldn't help but look up, but couldn't see anything.

From the moment I met this woman, I felt extraordinarily cold and indifferent, as if no emotion could control her... Of course, maybe family affection was the exception.

"Then what else?" Diolot lowered his head and gently smoothed the place on the page where his nails had pierced with his fingers. "You and Ronald, me and Ronald... the two of us..." "The memory of my coexistence with Ronald is only a few months." Feng Wuyang interrupted him suddenly. "But the memory of my co-existence with Xiao Xiangjin has decades."

Diolot looked up in surprise.He seemed to understand what she meant.

Feng Wuyang ignored him, her eyes were always on the [Glass Box], her face was still almost dead calm.

"Do you say I love Ronald? Love it, because he gave me a lot and very important things. Until now, I can't wear away that influence."

"But it's been too long." A feeling of desolation began to germinate, grow and spread in her blood-red eyes that were faintly shining in the dark.

"No matter how deep the relationship is, how can it resist time?"

She used to like Ronald so much, but that liking gradually faded after all.

She used to only regard the Xiaoxiang brothers as good friends, as a pair of servants of the aloof little princess of the Feng family, but because of a deliberate memory, she became the person she could never forget year after year .

The flowing water of time has polished the sharp rough stone little by little, and finally rubbed the green love into indifference, but hollowed out the heart of the cold and stubborn stone, and filled it with a name that has almost no meaning in existence.

Truth, falsehood, past, present, what is the difference, and is there still a need to distinguish?

What these people are most afraid of is time.

Feng Wuyang gently closed her eyes.

"The person I love is Xiao Xiangjin. He is a gardener. He is dead."

No.18 The crime of going into exile at the end of the night [Part [-]]

In spring, Provence is a thriving scene.

Ansair was watering the flowers in the garden.Toledo is a clan that loves nature, they just have more vulgar human taste than Gangelo.

However, it was obviously not a good day to water the flowers. Although it was a sunny day, the crows circling and screaming above his head still made his mood greatly reduced.

Especially when the crows were all croaking and scattered suddenly.

Holding the shower head, Ansair looked at the flowers in the flower garden and murmured: "I think I suddenly understand the reason why Lord Syr raised withered vine roses in the garden... He is indeed a wise man."

The temperate weather seemed to suddenly darken, the brightness of the sun dimmed and the temperature cooled, and Ansair heard a mass of screaming bats approaching.

The amorous water-blue eyes blinked lightly, and Ansair stared at the bat shadows on the ground that had become strange because they were clustered together, and gently stroked the flowers under his fingers who had just drank water with a smile.

"Ah, what a busy day."

The shower in his hand was tilted, and clear water dripped out of the nozzle, soaking the man's beautiful fingers, which were like works of art. He moved his knuckles gracefully like playing a piano, and crystal clear water droplets scattered from his skin. , was thrown away, and then suddenly transformed into a ferocious beast with an elusive speed, dragged a long waterline and jumped up, opened its bloody mouth and bit the bat in the air fiercely.

The bats let out screams, and the survivors swooped down quickly, and when they approached the ground, thick black smoke filled their bodies, and then turned into ferocious vampires, waving their sharp claws and pounced on Ansai you.

The aesthetic Toledo man just smiled and stroked a flower in his hand, and the flower suddenly swelled and turned into a piranha with sharp mouthparts, twisting its thick stem and biting the vampire.

All the water droplets touched by the fingertips turned into beasts formed by the condensed water flow that was much larger than before. They possessed the same astonishing speed as the vampires, and rushed towards those vampire prey like wonderful hunters.The flowers and vines in the flowerbed are alienated into huge and terrifying carnivorous plants, and the extended stems and vines can go straight to the sky to catch those vampires who want to escape through the bat form, ensuring that no one will come back.

Soon, those bat vampires turned into bloody corpses.These blood alienated creatures have no nuclear weights and are not real vampires. After death, they will not be directly turned into dust like vampires, but will be broken first, and then decomposed into gravel.

"It was an unpleasant battle."

Drying his fingers with a handkerchief, Ansair remained standing in place without moving, and the blood that wanted to splash on him was blocked a foot away, so he still looks elegant and beautiful now, but standing in that bloody In the garden stained with the blood of the strong-smelling corpse, the calm and breezy appearance was filled with a sense of horror that people could not look directly at.

"Ronald will hate you to see you make his garden look like this." Diolot sat on the window sill on the second floor leisurely shaking a quill in his hand and smiled gloatingly.

Ansair looked back faintly and raised his eyes to sweep across his face, the corners of his lips curved slightly. "These corpses will soon turn into sand, I just need to tidy up the flowerbed." After speaking, his fingers lightly slid across the flowerbed, and the flowers and vines that had been messed up before immediately twisted like consciously He moved his body to turn the dead plant remains into the soil, and then made a beautiful pose to cover up the flowerbed.

"Tch." Diolot snorted disdainfully, turned his head, jumped off the windowsill and walked away.

Ansair chuckled twice, turned around and raised his hand. The broken corpses in the courtyard were wrapped and swallowed by the vines that suddenly rushed out of the ground, leaving a flat forest without any traces.

"Maybe I can consider being a good corpse disposal expert in the future." He smiled and said to himself, then turned and entered the castle.

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England - Yorkshire - Harrogate

"You guys did a good job." After listening to the report of the two, Syl took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice. "However, everyone can say beautiful things verbally, and the final result is not certain."

"This way at least they won't have the possibility to intervene when Sabat is dispatched." Ronald said with a smile, stroking the teacup. "What we are most afraid of now is that someone will secretly help Sabat, which is not good for [Cutting Point]."

"If someone really wants to do that, you can't stop it." Syl glanced at him and said calmly. "Even though you are prepared, you still have to be extremely careful."

Ronald bowed his head. "Nephew understands."

"After leaving, you all guard the [cutting point], no matter what the situation is, you must not let it become an empty city unattended. I believe that Sabat must have already thought up a strategy to deal with you by now."

"Nephew understands."

"En." Syl nodded in satisfaction, put down his teacup and stood up with his cane, walking back.When going upstairs, he stopped suddenly. "Ron, come here."

Ronald glanced at the silent blood sacrifice beside him, put down his cup and followed.

Entering the room, Ronald closed the door and turned around when he heard Syl's cold and majestic whisper.

"Your Majesty!"

His heart moved, but his body knelt down without hesitation and bowed his head. "uncle."

Syl looked back at Ronald who was obediently kneeling on the ground and motionless, complex lights flashed quickly in his deep brown pupils.

"Do you know why I made you do this?"

"know."

"Then don't you want to explain it to me?" Syl lowered his voice.

"Nephew didn't explain." Ronald closed his eyes and whispered, but it was more like talking to himself.

"Presumptuous!" The wrathful cane was raised and smashed hard on Ronald's shoulder.

"When the Criminal Law Department of Divandale interrogates you, are you going to tell them that!"

Ronald looked up at Syl, then lowered his head again. "Uncle, Ron has let you down."

"I'm not disappointed." Syl looked back at him and said coldly. "On the contrary, I'm glad you were able to take on this responsibility. However, being able to take responsibility is a little bit far from taking responsibility intelligently."

"I'm very sorry."

"You have no reason to be sorry." Syl said coldly. "All you have to do is to keep working hard. Whether it's for you as the [King's Servant] of the Rice family, or for Diolot's partner."

"Compared to Diolot, you're still not good enough, Ron."

Ronald responded softly. "Yes, Uncle, Diolot is excellent, he always knew what he wanted, always has. It was my indecision that hurt him, from beginning to end."

"These words are not for me." Syl said. "Ron, remember what you said to me?"

Ronald lowered his eyes, half clenched his left hand to support the ground, and pressed the palm of his right hand to his chest. "Forgive me, Uncle. That was the last time."

"You only have one chance." Syl looked beyond him and seemed to see far away. "We will continue to help the Feng family."

"My nephew understands."

"Di Fandale is not unreasonable, your efforts are the most important."

Ronald lowered his head even deeper. "Uncle, please trust me."

Sil sighed softly.

"It's not me to trust you, Ron."

"It's you."

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