Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

.The sound of fangs rubbing and heavy panting sounded like a herd of beasts attacking.

Ansair ran out of the door, and under the shadow of the woods was the shadow of a vampire. Their breathing was rough, revealing a greedy and bloodthirsty aura. He frowned in displeasure, his lips moved slightly, and the blood could spread on the ground under his feet, awakening the silent things with a gentle and tough gesture.

"I don't have time to mess around with you at this time."

The vampire's pounced figure was blocked by the shadows of the plant branches. He looked at everything in front of him, and then looked further away, with an uneasy expression on his face.

For the first time, Diolot felt that this corridor was so long.It was strange that he wanted so desperately to see a person's face, the face of the person walking in front of him.

There is a corridor leading directly to Ronald's study at the turn six meters ahead, he can take a step slower, and then he can clearly see his face when he turns.

Diolot silently calculated in his heart, but his body retreated involuntarily.

He knew that he should rush forward to kill this person, but found that he could do nothing in front of that familiar figure.

Outside there was the roar of vampires, and the sound of plant roots churning in the soil.At that moment, Diolot suddenly felt that it didn't matter what that person looked like, and it didn't matter whether he wanted to see that person's face or not.

What matters is that he hasn't lived enough.

In many cases, for the blood race, life and death are a matter of an instant. If you don't want to die, you can only be faster than him.

Diolot's body swept back quickly, spread out the blood condensed in his palms, quickly turned into a rapier and swung it out, whipping away those scalpels that suddenly appeared in front of him from nowhere and were attacking him.

He would never admit it, even if those things were so familiar.

He used so much force when resisting, as if he wanted to use all his strength to resist the blades flying towards him.After defusing the offensive, Diolot turned over and stood still, his body bowed slightly forward, his hands clenched the rapier, and he made a defensive posture. At this moment, his usually beautiful face turned out to be ferocious and terrifying.

The figure in front of him turned slowly, with a familiar sarcasm on his familiar face.

"Waste is always waste."

Diolot squinted his eyes, but the eyes that were usually like black jade were as bright red as blood jade at this moment. "Shut up."

"You're still the same, Diolotte."

"Shut up. Don't use his voice to talk to me." The rapier was grasped tightly by five fingers, and each of the collapsed veins was expressing unspeakable anger and darkness.

"You're scared." The cold and flat voice carried deep mockery and contempt. "Because you will lose."

"Lost to me, again."

"My—brother."

"To shut up!"

Sorry, Ron, he couldn't take it anymore.

The point of the stabbed sword carried strong anger and hatred. Even he himself didn't know who the emotion was for.

The scalpel floating in the air drew a messy and murderous path, even the fastest sword could not cut off all the paths.

"Do you want me to kill you, brother?" There was a strange smile in the dark scarlet eyes, as if countless tentacles were about to pull him into the abyss.

Diolot's expression became more and more calm. "Take this face back, you are really--" dragging the slender blade like a shooting star, the bloody murderous aura erupting from the whole body was so thick that it made one's hair stand on end.

What is written in those eyes at the moment is only the look of cruel and violent murderous desire, and the stunning face is shining in the shadows, making people unable to look directly at it.

"——disgusting."

Nausea made him want to throw up.

Ronald jumped out of the restless woods, holding Crowe's collar in his hand.

"Why are you in such a mess..." Looking helplessly at Klau, who had passed out, he sighed and put him at the door, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"...Crow?"

The hands stretched out from behind quickly and suddenly grabbed the neck.

He couldn't turn his head back, and he didn't know what kind of expression the person behind him had, so he simply didn't think about it, and looked straight into the darkness in front of him.In the twisted and swaying shadow of the tree, the voice of the vampire, and the breath of the vampire.

Powerful, oppressive.

He felt himself start to sweat.

"who is it……"

The hand on the neck didn't move another step, but he knew that if he moved, the next moment would be over.

Nobody move.

The strong wind blew up, and large pieces of fallen leaves flew past his eyes. Ronald squinted his eyes subconsciously, and there seemed to be a person slowly approaching in his hazy vision.It's just that the person's walking posture is inexplicably weird.

—It's not like a real person at all.

"It's our first meeting, [Wolf of the Throne] Duke Ronald." The figure stood still not far in front of him, then raised his arms exaggeratedly, and bowed in salute.Ronald stared slightly, but found that standing in front of him was not a person, but a puppet.And the person who spoke is obviously not it, but there is no second strange shadow in front of him at this moment.

Dazed to understand something, he slowly relaxed.Although the fingers and claws on his neck were in the way, since that person didn't intend to kill him, there was nothing terrible about him at the moment.On the contrary, it was the puppet in front of him that made him a little uneasy.

"... Saba is very generous," he said with a relaxed tone. "Even a reclusive person like [Puppeteer] can be invited out."

"It's not so much Sabah's great skill, but rather, Duke, your Eagle Fort is too attractive." The puppet stood upright and faced him. The body made of materials did not have any special modification, even the face There is no sculpture either, it just maintains a human shape all over the body.At this moment, the figure was facing him, and the voice of the other party was in the air. No matter how you looked at this scene, it was strange.

"Ah, that's right." Ronald accepted his compliment very bluntly. "There's always a lot of foot traffic to this place."

"You are still so calm." The surrounding scenery in front of you seemed to be deliberately pushed away, and it seemed empty and silent. The voices and breaths of other vampires and demonized vegetation that were clearly beside you disappeared. It seemed that there were only him and two "enemies" standing behind him and in front of him who did not exude hostility but harbored malice.

"How can you be your opponent if you don't calm down?" Ronald smiled lowly, his raised eyes in the night seemed to be soaked in blood pools with evil ripples, he raised the corners of his lips slightly Turning his head, he felt that the strength of the fingers and claws on his neck had increased, and he narrowed his eyes with interest. "You controlled Crowe?"

"Ah, it feels good, doesn't it? Being restricted and threatened by one's own companions." The limbs of the puppet waved in the air, as if expressing the joy of the voice owner, and then made a coy gesture The movement of holding the face, gently shaking the body. "This kind of helpless expression that wants to exert force but can't do it is my favorite."

Ronald laughed out loud for a moment, and shook his finger slightly. "No, no, no, I don't feel helpless at all. As a blood race, have you forgotten that our hearts are very cold? Even if the person standing behind me is my lover, I will never Hesitating—" Between the words, several ice spikes suddenly pierced out from under the ground behind him, and he heard a muffled groan, accompanied by the smell of blood, was the fist that was tightly clasped around his neck. hands.

Ronald quickly dodged down the courtyard without looking back, just giggling at the puppet in front of him. "You can also encounter such things as being knocked out, Crowe, sure enough, your luck has always been bad without the king by your side."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Crow, who was pierced by a few icicles, coughed uncomfortably and spit out the blood stuck in his throat. He raised his head and stared at Ronald and him I tried to move my body, but I could still feel something pulling my limbs. Of course, the icicles of this bad guy in front of me were just to wake him up, and they didn't mean to save him at all, otherwise he would Definitely not going to be nailed to an ice pick by him.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth in displeasure. "Why are you still so leisurely, why don't you untie me quickly, you should let me leave here if you don't want me to cause you trouble?" As long as that person is still controlling him, if he really fights in a while, he will definitely be regarded as The shield was causing him trouble.

"No, no, you just stay there." Ronald shook his head, shook his fingers lightly, and the icicle that pierced Crowe's body spread a sheet of frost, which completely froze him .

"Ronald I—" The bastard!Ke Lao, who was pierced by the ice pick and was frozen into the ice layer, couldn't move. He could only stare fiercely at the still graceful and vigorous back, biting him over and over again in his heart.

"It is said that wolves will never abandon their companions...but what you did really opened my eyes." The puppet nodded with interest, as if it was very curious about what he did.

Ronald smiled and narrowed his eyes. The frost behind him stretched down layer by layer, and there was a trace of ice that stretched forward in the air. The crackling sound of freezing sounded a bit like the sound of bones twisting. , Ronald lowered his hands lightly, his footsteps were slightly staggered, and the blood in his eyes was even brighter.

"Of course he can't leave, otherwise where would I find you..."

"—[Puppeteer] Sinazel."

Rapidly extending along invisible lines