Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

It is. ”

Ronald looked up at him, and smiled lightly at his dissatisfied expression.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry..."

"I'm angry with your head." Diolot shook his hand into a fist and smashed it down hard. "If you don't want to tell me, don't look like I have something on your mind to attract attention. I don't ask because I respect you, not because you are here as a grudge!"

"Be gentle, I'm going to hurt!" Ronald yelled and tilted his head. "And get rid of that strange adjective for me! I don't look like I'm resenting my husband, is it hurtful for you to say that!"

Diolot took a step back and looked at him with his arms around him and sneered. "Do you need me to bring a mirror?"

"Okay, don't worry about these anymore." Ronald winked at him innocently, stood up and patted the folds on his sleeves lightly. "We'll go back to Tiffindale when this is over, shall we?"

"Do you still need to say?" Diolot rolled his eyes. "Even if you don't want to go back, you will be arrested."

Ronald laughed lowly, and there was a trace of low temperature in the slender wolf eyes that shimmered and flowed.

"We must go back quickly."

"..." Diolot glanced at him, pursed his lips and said nothing, and turned his heels to the door. "I'm going back first, you can tidy up and come to the front hall."

"Okay." Ronald replied, leaning over to pick up the book that Diolot put aside, his fingertips gliding over the cold hardcover and gilt-covered book, every trace of the title They all fit the skin, and you can guess what those letters represent without looking at them.

He'd always known what that meant.

——The Law of the Crown Commandments of Divandale.

No.20 One Night He Was Trapped in a Prison of Desperation 【Part [-]】

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He heard the sound of chains.

When he opened his eyes, the night was still dark, and the moonlight was close to the window, carelessly erasing a piece of cold whiteness. It was not completely dark in his vision, but the scene was as dark as frost and shone with light. He lowered his head and looked at the sleeping man in his arms. Human, with soft black hair scattered on his chest, his cold and smooth face against the warm skin on his chest, there is also a faint feeling of gentleness, and there is a softness and warmth between An Ning's drooping eyebrows and eyes.

At that moment, he couldn't tell what was coming out of his heart, he could only tighten his arms a little helplessly, that person was in his arms, and that position had always been his for so many years, and they all took it for granted Think it will always be like this.

So who is the first to forget what they represent?

Ronald lowered his head, his lips touched Diolotte's slightly cold forehead, and his crow-feather eyelashes were half-drooped to hold a handful of moonlight, reflecting the tenderness and melancholy colors flowing in the deep pupils in a trance. It's like the night that can't be melted outside the window at this moment.

They are running out of time.His arms carried the strength of a race, but they couldn't bear the weight of a single person.This knowledge made him often struggle to wake up from a deep sleep, and then face the same cold and merciless moonlight until the morning light engulfed the night.

The raised fingertips gently caressed that face, Ronald closed his eyes, made a silent decision in his heart, and the expression on his face gradually relaxed.

When she opened her eyes, she met a pair of eyes that were as bright as a starry night.

He froze for a moment, his brows and eyes were bent to remove traces of tenderness, and he moved his lips lightly.

"Dior."

"...Can't sleep?" Diolot looked at him for a while, rubbed his forehead lightly on his shoulder, and asked in a low voice.

"I had a dream... I woke up."

"What dream."

"Dreaming about our past..."

On a quiet night, the man's voice was deep and melodious, gentle and gentle like the flowing water gently washing the river beach at night, swaying the moonlight that filled the whole world, but it was still so soft and moist.

"……What's up?"

"I dreamed that when we were in Divandale, we would watch the Night River and wait for Floran to open."

Diolot lowered his eyes in the shadows, and leaned against his shoulders and neck with a stable and hazy expression, as if he hadn't fully woken up from his sleepiness. Hearing his words, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"It's not all about you... It must be said that Floran drove at midnight, and I was forced to wait with you until all night... My legs were so stiff that I couldn't move. In the end, you carried me back."

Passing his fingers through the young man's soft long hair, Ronald buried his head in his face and smiled lowly. "Then don't you still want to pick it up? It's said that Floran will take it back as soon as she touches it, but you still don't believe it. I remember that you liked to stay in the corridor of the Palace of Mirrors the most at that time. bump into."

"Shut up. Isn't that because..." The slightly embarrassing voice stopped suddenly in the middle, and Ronald waited for a while without any follow-up, and touched his head lightly with his head sideways. "Why are not you talking?"

"...Stop talking." The voice in the darkness paused for a moment before muffledly responding, and then disappeared completely.

Ronald thought for a while, then smiled clearly, bowed his head and kept pecking the back of his ear and neck. "I know... I follow my uncle to attend the night meeting and study at his place after dark every night. When I come back, I always pass by the Palace of Mirrors, doesn't it, doesn't it?"

"It's so annoying! Go to sleep!" The person in his arms shook his head and growled angrily, raised his hand and pushed him hard, but he didn't push him away, and simply buried his face even deeper.

"You..." Ronald looked at his movements without struggling, and let him go, just looking at his exposed chin and shoulders, with a loving and slightly sad smile on his face.

"Dior, you have been waiting for me all that time, don't you feel impatient?"

The person in his arms was quiet for a moment, and then slowly made a sound.

"It's okay, I can afford to wait."

As long as he waits to get the result he wants in the end, let alone a dark night, he can wait. After so many years, can he wait?

He can wait, he can afford to wait, because he knows he can wait.

Ronald closed his eyes, where the person couldn't see, those gentle and handsome facial features were twisted into a sad color, but they were smiling, forming a trace of sadness.

He lowered his head and hugged that person tightly, shoved away the moonlight shining on him, and his whole body melted into the shadows, like a wolf that was dormant and waiting.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer... Dio, this will end soon..."

"What are you talking about? I don't want to wait any longer. All right, go to bed, it's getting late."

"……Um."

He closed his eyes, and felt that the person in his arms rubbed against his arms again, and hugged him tightly with both hands.At that moment, his heart was suddenly extremely stable.

It seemed that even if the abyss was blocking his way, it could no longer make him feel fearful or uneasy.

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Feng Wuyang stepped through the corridor of the residence, caught a slight sound in his ears, stopped, and then saw the door of the guest room in front of him being slowly opened, the female knight with the color of ice and snow was expressionless He walked out coldly.

"Noy..." Feng Wuyang froze for a moment, then walked forward quickly, looking at her with both surprise and joy. "Are you all right?"

"..." Nuoyi slowly lowered her head to look at the person who suddenly stopped her, thought for a moment before slowly nodding her head.

Feng Wuyang let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, you're fine. I heard Diolot say that you have some minor problems and made people worry that something happened. Now it seems that it doesn't matter."

Ning Bing's pupils silently watched the changing expression on her face for a while, Noy blinked slowly, and a clear and flat voice came out clearly word by word from the slightly parted pale silver lips.

"It's too quiet here."

"Quiet?" Feng Wuyang didn't quite understand what she meant. "Noy...you...shouldn't be the kind of person who likes to be lively? Isn't it good to be quiet?"

A cold light flashed in Noy's eyes because she couldn't understand, but he didn't know how to convey his meaning to her.In the end, he just shook his head and changed the subject.

"Dior?"

"Ah, he's in the courtyard." She still understood these two words, and immediately pointed out the window. "Are you going down?"

Noy nodded silently, turned around and started walking towards the stairs.

"I'll accompany you." Feng Wuyang thought for a while and then turned around and walked up. "They seem to be busy, let's go and bask in the sun."

Noy turned his gaze towards her, then nodded slowly.

Seeing this, Feng Wuyang couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.She seemed to look much better than the first contact, at least he could give her enough response. [Cut point] This place... will really change unexpectedly after staying for a long time.

In the courtyard, Ansair was still watering the flower garden.Since he came, the caretaker of the garden greenhouse, including the flower beds in the courtyard, seems to have changed from a servant to him, but the person concerned is obviously very keen on this kind of sport, pruning and watering them seriously and responsibly every day, Sometimes I also chat with them about fertilization and the like.

"Your style is not at all like Torredo." Feng Wuyang couldn't help sighing every time he saw him doing this.

"Hehe, don't you think plants are very simple creatures?" Ansair smiled softly, and his gestures towards flowers and plants were still very gentle. "As long as there is enough light, water, and land to grow, and never greedy for more, such an existence is worthy of awe."

"Is it worthy of the awe of 'us'?" Feng Wuyang squinted her eyes, she could always hear something different about his words.

The soft blue eyes under the thin golden hair are slightly narrowed with a smile, and he looks extraordinarily elegant against the backdrop of the sun and the lush plants