Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

Zhifang [below]

The night was dark.

The manor in the darkness stands on the high ground like a lonely and cold falcon, gathers its feathers and falls asleep in a handsome and domineering posture.Even in the deepest moment, he is always alert, even if a leaf floats by, it will wake it up immediately.

Everyone has fallen into a deep sleep.The sleep of the blood race is absolutely dark and quiet. Without those dreams of memory playback, nothing will enter their lonely world.

In the luxurious bedroom in the high-rise of Eagle Castle, the curtains cover the doors and windows, concealing all the moonlight that may flow in from the outside, leaving a dark and comfortable environment.The face of the man sleeping in it is quiet and gentle, different from the dazzling one when he wakes up, and has a completely different deep and gorgeous face.

It was a ferocious wolf in a dream, and it would give people the illusion of harmlessness when they closed their eyes.

"Ron..."

The drooping eyes quickly opened without any hesitation, and the eyes were clear as if every time he woke up, the trance was not because he had slept here for a long time.

Someone grabbed his arm close to his back, Ronald turned sideways, blinked his jackal-like ink eyes softly, and smiled.

"Oh, when will I learn to come home late..."

The young man who returned was still wearing a large dark cloak. His thin body seemed to be unable to support it, and it was hung loosely on his arms. His long hair that flowed like ink blocked his eyes, leaving a curled corner of his lips. With a smile like drunkenness.

He flung himself on Ronald, his arms clinging to his back, his face lightly rubbing against his muscular shoulders, and a low laugh came from his throat, with a trance-like soft breath.

"Ron... let's do it..."

"Did the Burgundy wine goulash get you drunk?" Ronald rolled over and lay on his back, pulling him into his arms, and stretched out his hand to tear off the loose cloak.Without the loose robe that blinds people's eyes, the young man's slender body frame is as delicate and delicate as his face. No wonder he has no difficulty in wearing women's clothing many times.

Diolot smiled lowly, raised his head and rubbed against his face, his shallow breath brought out a faint and cool smell.Ronald kissed the corner of his mouth, paused and then smiled, "It doesn't seem like red wine..."

The young man didn't seem to have heard his words. He pulled the quilt covering his chest with both hands, then tore off his own shirt, and pressed his cold and soft body against it. He held up that handsome face with both hands, and his thin lips gently slid over his heroic face. He did not forget to bite the tip of his nose mischievously, and his misty dark red eyes met a pair of gentle and deep black pupils. "Ron..." The soft tone carried some pitiful meaning, and he asked softly.

"Hmm..." Ronald took one of his hands down and kissed his lips lightly. The glove had already been taken off, and his slender, white fingers were cold and soft, as if they were among the nobles of the aristocratic family. Dirt like the hands of noble masters.

But ah...

The vigorous body suddenly flipped and pressed him into the bed. Although the torso was not too majestic, it was enough to have a shadow that could completely cover him.Ronald's palm gently slid down from Diolotte's shoulder, gently covering the fragility between his legs, and his deep eyes narrowed slightly. "Dior...or..."

"No, do it." Diolot twisted his body and said firmly in the face of his hesitant and worried expression. "I won't hurt."

"But you will be uncomfortable." Ronald sighed and bowed his head to give him a kiss.The two pressed close to each other without any gaps, his warm body quickly warmed up the cold body, but even at such an ambiguous and emotional moment, the person he embraced still had an indifference that could not be melted, He himself may not be aware of it, but his body has honestly declared it - he is not happy about it.

Diolot stretched out his arms and put his arms around Ronald, his light and deep voice was as soft as running water, feeling the heat and love from another body, smelling the lingering breath in the air, he closed his eyes contentedly Press the kiss to Ronald's Adam's apple.

"Ron, love me."

His body was lingering with the lingering bloody smell, and those smells penetrated from the pores to the soul, which made him feel extremely happy and intoxicated, and he knew that he was looking for a deeper desire.The killing and lust of the vampires are all blood red, which is the color that makes people have desire.

Blood-colored ripples spread out from the black eyes as soft as the night, and under the dark shell is a fascinating ruby.Diolot raised his hand to hold his fingertips, and closed his eyes as if he could still taste the strong smell of blood, gushing out from the chest pierced by him, dyeing all his hands bright red.The cruel fighting made him find the thrill of success, but under the confusion of the bloody smell of victory, he needs to be penetrated by another person to feel the pulse of his own life.

It came from the body of another person who hugged him tightly, his body temperature, smell, heart beating fast and blood flowing because of excitement, it was the proof of his "alive" existence.

Opening his mouth and moaning in pleasure, Diolot suddenly raised his head and bit off Ronald's neck forcefully, the surging blood spurted out from the blood vessels, and all the blood that was not sucked by him in time was sprinkled on him, falling into desire The black wolf groaned and greedily licked the cold blood, then kissed his lips forcefully, plundering the dizzying smell in his mouth while punching hard.

The smell of blood lingers in the air with the cold fragrance of lust, forming an ambiguous smell that only belongs to the blood race.Perhaps that is also the smell of unforgivable sin.And this smell will confuse him and make him fall into that bloody sin forever, unwilling to wake up.so……

"Hold on, Ron, let me feel you..."

Use your all to pierce this long-dead body—

He lives for you, Ronald.

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The peaceful morning in the past was suddenly broken by a burst of noise, and even the peaceful air became a little dry, making one's throat sore.

"We want to see Duke Diolotte."

Crowe looked at the few blood races standing at the door with a cold face, with no concealment of cold ridicule and deep disgust in his eyes.

"What trouble are you looking for again?"

"How can this be called asking for trouble?" One of the female vampires covered her lips and hummed softly, then her tone became serious. "Duke Diolot hurt our people, shouldn't he come out and give an explanation?"

Crowe sneered when he heard this. "Explain? Are you out of your minds? Since you want to make an idea of ​​the manor, don't be afraid of death. If you are incapable of beating people, you will be beaten and said that you are wronged. Sabat's brain cannot be blown by the wind in the desert. It's been a long time, it's all weathered!"

The face of the female vampire became ugly. "Master Crow, you have to speak with a basis. Those subordinates of mine were taken away by Duke Diolot without doing anything. Who do you think is more unreasonable?!"

"It seems that Diolot's bad taste has not changed at all." Ansair and Feng Wuyang couldn't help laughing when they came back from a walk outside.Then he turned his head and explained to Feng Wuyang, who was a little puzzled, "Diolot is called [Predator] in the Bloody Continent, because he likes to dig out the hearts of enemies with his hands... Most of the nuclear weights of blood races are In terms of the heart, if the heart is not fatally injured, the vampires will not die immediately, and what he did is nothing more than letting those vampires die in pain, which is a very cruel way."

"Like Dog Ennuo's phylactery, strip the nuclear weight from the body?" Feng Wuyang couldn't help asking after thinking about it.

"Dog Enno's phylactery was achieved through a special method, and ordinary vampires don't have that condition." Ansair crossed over to the visiting Sabat vampire and smiled slightly at Crowe.

"If the nuclear weights of the vampires are forcibly deprived and not well preserved, the nuclear weights will soon lose their effectiveness because there is no blood to provide them with energy. Although the vampires will not die immediately, because the nuclear weights as the energy center and the ability to channel blood Without the tool, he will soon die painfully due to blood flow and tide disorder or some other blood problems. Although the blood race does not feel pain, it will still be very painful. And," Ansair looked back at the In the description, the Sabat Blood Clan, whose complexion was getting uglier, smiled gently and coldly.

"If the nuclear weight is not completely destroyed, the vampire will not be reduced to ashes. According to the theory, such a vampire is not counted as dead. A vampire who is 'not dead' loses any resurrection or The chance to be revived, and the nuclear weights of all the sources are still in the hands of the enemy and are preserved as specimens for people to watch... That is simply a great shame for the blood race."

"Mr. Ansair," the voices of those Sabat bloodlines were obviously much colder. "Since you are also aware of this, please persuade Duke Diolot to hand over the hearts of our subordinates. I believe Duke Diolot will not be too interested in the hearts of a few lowly blood."

"I haven't seen Diolot since yesterday," Ansair said softly with a smile, "so I have nothing to do now."

The female blood race among them seemed very impatient. "Then please allow us to go to him in person!"

"What's the noise?" Before Ansair could reply, Ronald's voice came out of the room.Crowe turned sideways and saw Ronald, who was clearly just waking up, walking slowly, wearing only a shirt and shorts.

"What are you all doing at the door?" Seeing that they were all blocking the door