vampire knight witch of thorns

Started the engine...

"What's your name?" The young blood race, no, it should be Cheng Mojing asked.

Mito Yan looked at the boulevard flying by outside the car window and was a little dazed. He almost thought he was going to die a day ago, but now he became a blood clan by accident and got into the car of the pure blood king.He secretly looked at the blood race around him, with black hair and red eyes, a complete oriental appearance, and an alternative white dress that is different from the same race, which always leads people to the harmless and beautiful boy.Almost perfect camouflage.

"Mito Yan." He whispered honestly.It was pure blood Lord's aura that was so strong that it made him a little bored.He obviously didn't expect the other party to tell him more, but it was clear that Jiulan Moli was also now her titular mother in a more dangerous situation.

Orange Mojing raised the car window, turned her head slightly, and what was reflected in her quiet dark red eyes was Yu Teng Yan herself -- embarrassed and weak.

"Too weak, hunter. You are far worse than the one I've seen before." His eyes were still dark, "But he's not as obedient as you." When Mito Yan clearly felt that Cheng Mo Jing's tone was tinged with a smile, which seemed to be cheerful after playing.But yes, these blood races have always regarded the whole world as a game.As for the life and death of those chess pieces, it is not included in their consideration.

The surrounding scenery flies away, and finally kneads into a continuous silk thread, leading to the distance...

And right now, in the dirty and dark Senate House, everything is happening quietly.No one knows the purpose of the conspiracy, and no one escapes the haze.

When the young red-haired youth stopped in front of her, she knew that nothing could change.Zhikui blinked silently, apparently not expecting such a situation.Behind him was the family members of Zhikui's family, probably because they were afraid that the situation would change, just in case.Jiulan Litu waved his hand and evacuated the group of people, and the room finally became quiet.All in all, there are only three people with blood relationship left.

Silver chains were wrapped around her limbs, completely sealing off her mobility, so she curled up in a dark corner—the most inconspicuous corner of the room.Jiulan and Litu ignored her, and went straight to Zhikui Qianli.The other party's ice blue eyes were not surprised as expected, they were still lowered calmly, quiet and indifferent.Jiulan Litu looks like a child, but Zhikui is tall and tall, so he has to look up, which seems ridiculous.Zhi Kui Qianli raised his eyes, just happened to meet the girl's dim eyes, and was startled for a moment.

"It's very similar, right?" The child named father uttered an immature and low voice, with unknown joy in his words. He turned around and walked towards her face, stroking the top of her hair seemingly gently with one hand. "She is nobler than you, and more suitable to be a toy than you."

"It might look better if it's not black but a gentle brown." He played with the hair in his palm, and Ren Jiulan Moli turned his head in disgust.

"If you just want to tell this matter, I probably don't need to stay..." Zhikui Qianli lowered his eyes again, his voice was very soft, and he seemed a little weak in the darkness.Yes, even if you are unwilling, you must obey... because the entire group is controlled by the man in front of you.He didn't raise himself, didn't educate himself, but only used his children as a bargaining chip to stop him.Zhikui Qianli's expression darkened slightly, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.But he knew that he couldn't resist, and he couldn't resist.

Jiulan and Litu let go of Moli, his strange pupils were stained with an insolent sneer.He heard the sound of the chain being dragged, and the girl behind him slowly shrank back. Her eyes were still a little loose, but she managed to gather a small amount of energy.There is only blood in the darkness, like a fire butterfly spreading its wings, full of temptation.Those were the eyes of three pairs of vampires, illuminating the original sin in the whole room.

boom--

The sound of the body falling to the ground came clearly, and Jiulan Moli looked blankly towards the place where the sound came from, but only the endless darkness responded to her-in fact, she couldn't see anything.Several nightmares were still playing intermittently in her mind, and the outline in front of her eyes was vaguely hidden in the darkness, until the assimilated red and blue eyes continued to enlarge in front of her eyes.Her chin was pinched, and her whole body was pressed against the cold wall, followed by the expected pain.She closed her eyes silently, allowing the power in her body to drain away little by little.

Jiulan Litu pressed the girl's shoulder and sucked greedily. He didn't care about the girl's gradually pale face. He had just changed his body, and it was the time when he needed to absorb the nourishment of blood most.There was a low knock on the door, and the nobleman timidly revealed a pair of anxious eyes, reminding him in a low voice.

"My lord, he has come."

Jiulan Litu raised her head from the side of the girl's neck, her lips were faintly stained with blood.The nobleman's throat twitched slightly, and a tinge of blood appeared in his eyes uncontrollably, that was the smell of a pure-blooded girl...

"Go away, don't spoil my mood." The corner of the man's mouth raised a contemptuous smile, and he held Mo Li's drooping head, "It's too late."

"I'm about to merge with my dear child as a price for her stealing my power for nearly 20 years..."

The noble obviously hesitated, but he didn't dare to disobey his order, so he had to follow his advice and leave.The moment he closed the door, he saw Jiulan Litu covering the side of the girl's neck again, and began to suck it gently.

Probably, it is indeed too late.

"Ah..." Her voice was already hoarse, and she could hardly utter any sound. After experiencing the shadow of death for the second time, all that was left was bewilderment and unwillingness.She is afraid of death, because there are too many things left for her to deal with, and she is really unwilling to die like this.Could it be that her end would be the same as her mother's, dying at the hands of that man.Drowsiness surged, and she finally didn't have the energy to speak.The darkness was calling her, and the moment she closed her eyes, she seemed to see the eagerly approaching white skirt.But... She smiled self-deprecatingly.If it was him, how could he appear now?

Jiulan Litu put down Moli who had passed out, his eyes were a little dignified, and the man in black robe appeared behind him, sighing softly.

"You almost broke our agreement." There was real anger in his words.

Jiulan and Litu put her down without a trace of nostalgia. "You said that as long as she has any trace of life, she won't really die."

"What the master wants is not the living dead." The black-robed man seemed to glance at him, and said with a dead voice, "Going against the master's will will only lead to death."

Jiulan Litu couldn't help laughing when he heard this. "It's better to put your strength on those guys from the Black Lord Academy. My dear nephew is much more difficult to deal with than any pureblood." His eyes were shining with a unique brilliance.The monster he created, the ancestor under the altar, no one can control except himself.He is convinced.

Purple smoke rose in response, and the figures of the two disappeared together, and a piece of black feather lightly landed on the tip of Moli's nose.She woke up from the drowsiness, the white clothes in front of her hugged her weak body, and whispered softly in her ear.

"Wake up, little one."

"Jing, I'm so cold..." She murmured in a low voice, the scene in front of her overlapped with the nightmare, as if she had experienced it countless times.

The figure in front of her seemed to be dazed for a moment, and then her slender fingers were gently embedded in hers, interlocking her fingers.

Many years later, she still remembers that there was a person in front of her, who hugged her who was cold all over her body, and said:

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Sanshilu·King

He held her hand in his, and a familiar warmth flowed in her bones.She held back tears and gave a hard smile.The raised hand followed his lead and landed on his temples, stroking the appearance of the person he missed little by little.Cheng Mojing covered the back of her blood-stained hand, and carefully held her in her arms, the blood was pervasive, staining the lapel of the plain white clothes.

"Master, it's really you." She said in a low voice, a tired look gradually appeared between her brows and eyes.

"You're tired, take a good rest." His warm palms fell on her eyelashes, soft and itchy.Then a soft halo followed, blurring her vision, and everything fell into darkness.But at this moment, she fell asleep peacefully and let go of all her defenses.

Cheng Mojing carefully picked up the sleeping girl, brushed her fingertips against the black butterfly resting on her eyelids, and sighed silently.The gentleness faded from between his brows, revealing a frosty coldness, and there seemed to be a black flame hidden in his eyes, hot but cold.Behind him, Mito Yan leaned against the door hinge, lowering his eyebrows and eyes silently.Cheng Mojing hugged Jiulan Moli and brushed past him lightly, and slowly stepped up the steps she had come from.Mi Teng Yan raised his eyes, the young Huabai's clothes were windless and automatic, as if he was stepping in the endless darkness with every step, and there was a glimmer of light in front of the exit, just like the prelude to dawn.His eyes were silent and complicated, and then he slowly followed the pace of the former.He knew that the air behind him was twisting and the darkness was shattering.When he climbed up the stairs, he looked back subconsciously, and found that the road below had been swallowed by dark flames, like a silent black abyss, everything would be reduced to ashes.Orange Mojing in front of him slowly opened his blood-stained pupils, his eyes revealed an indifferent and stern light, and the black flames approached him like a god, obediently surrounding him.At this moment, the girl in his arms was still sleeping peacefully.

The bright light illuminated Yiweng's face pale, and a Tama still followed behind him with lowered eyes, seemingly indifferent to everything.Opposite them, standing white