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【eleven】

"From the moment you set foot in the cursed land, there is no choice left."

It was night, and Beth Fenley was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.Occasionally, the cries of wild animals came from the forest, the windows were opened, and the evening breeze blew in, and the bright moonlight cast fine shadows on the floor.She turned sideways, facing the window, and she could see the pair of blood-red eyes in the night at a glance. The crow quietly perched on the dark branch, looking at the pair of blood-red eyes, Beth Fenli suddenly felt Think of the blood-red animal pupils of the werewolf.

Like a wolf who has determined its prey, standing in the forest, its handsome face is half hidden in the darkness, only the cold eyes of the beast look at it with no emotion, and it seems to be smiling.

Let people have no way to escape.

Lying on her side on the bed, her body sunk in the soft quilt, the moonlight shone on the foot of the bed, she was fascinated by it.

"I am a ghost."

"Through the city of misery, I fled.

Through eternal misery, I fly away. "

She lay quietly for a while, combed the black hair scattered on the pillow and shoulders with her fingers, and quietly got up to open the door.

The moonlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor and spreads on the ground covered with red carpet.Her footsteps have always been very light, slowly stepping over the shadows on the ground.

The bright moon in the night sky outside the window is already very full... Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, and the words full moon and werewolf together always bring out bad associations... Perhaps, sacrifices should also be added.

Before touching the exquisitely carved doorknob, a cold voice suddenly broke the silent air.

"Where are you going?"

Turning around suddenly, the girl met a pair of animal eyes in astonishment, with obvious panic on her face.The werewolf who had gone away by daylight stood in the hall, as if waiting for his prey to walk into the trap.He grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs: "Do you want to escape again, human!"

"The disobedient sacrifice...should teach you a lesson."

She subconsciously wanted to back away.

"There is still a score to settle between us," he grabbed her, causing a sharp pain in his arm, and through the moonlight, he could see the long scar on the werewolf's face: "If you didn't invite that exorcist Devil, I am not like this."

He gritted his teeth and caressed the wound on his lower abdomen, not just the wound on his face, the exorcist almost killed him, and half of it was attributed to this human being.Such a weak life, with that slender neck, can be easily severed with just a slight movement of a finger.

"Let me go," Beth Fenli felt the werewolf's impatience, as if it would tear her apart in the next second, and the flash of murderous aura made her tremble: "What do you want...here It's Joseph's place."

Her arm was suddenly clenched, and she exclaimed in pain, the murderous intent in the werewolf's eyes was about to turn into substance: "You think you can threaten me like this?"

The girl's strength was too weak and she couldn't break free. Beth Fenley reluctantly pulled out the dagger given to her by the exorcist, and stuck it on the werewolf's shoulder.

"you--!"

The crow outside the window let out a shriek, mixed with the angry shout of the werewolf, she was thrown away, and her back hit the wall behind her.A cold light flashed in front of my eyes, it was the sharp claws of the werewolf——

Warm blood splashed in all directions, and the crow's chirping sound pierced his heart until it pierced through a blank space in his mind.

【twelve】

Animals in rut are always extra irritable, irritable, impulsive and irritable.

As the night of the full moon approaches, when the werewolf is injured and weakened, the animal instinct in the body will be amplified.Amidst the crow's shrill cry, Joseph stood in the hall, stroking the wolf's head on the cane with his fingers, wondering what he was thinking.

The werewolf who was aggressive just now fell to the ground without moving, but the fresh smell of blood spread in the air. The girl was frightened by the scene in front of her and lost her voice, screaming stuck in her throat, she let go, and the dagger fell on the ground. On the ground, there was a crisp sound.

The crows outside the window became more and more shrill.

The girl looked at him with unconcealable horror, and said in a trembling voice, "You...you killed him?"

Joseph didn't answer, but bent down to pick up the dagger, played with the weapon from the exorcist, looked at the sharp blade casually, and chuckled inexplicably after hearing the words: "I saved it again. Miss once, isn't it?"

Those blue beast eyes stared straight at her, and said in that gloomy, low voice like an opera recitation: "This time, how can Miss thank me?"

The little rabbit's eyes widened.

There was still a bit of panic on her face, the corners of her eyes were reddish, like a shivering little animal being stared at by a hungry wolf, she raised her pale face and looked at him, with the mole of tears trembling under her eyes, It seemed as if tears were about to fall in the next second.

"Mr. Joseph . . . um—"

The opening and closing of the cherry lips was like a silent invitation. The werewolf gentleman didn't give her a chance to choose. He licked the fangs in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, leaned over and swallowed the truncated words together with her chin.

She panicked and wanted to push away this hot and aggressive kiss, but he held it back, deepening the entanglement between her lips and teeth little by little.

Breathing became scorching hot, and the traces of blood in the air and the faint fragrance of the girl's body made the blood agitated involuntarily.He pushed her against the wall, greedily snatching the breath that belonged to her, occasionally leaking the girl's soft moans from his lips and teeth, everything stimulated the tense nerves ready to move.

A dim light flashed across the jewel-like blue eyes, covering up the werewolf's unspeakable thoughts, if he invaded her at this time... He lowered his eyes, it's not okay.

The girl trembled lightly, her kissed legs limply in her arms, and she could only passively bear his demands.The purple pupils were stained with mist, and the curly black eyelashes were stained with crystal tears. He bit them viciously, then trembled, and fell down suddenly as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

... Be patient, Joseph lowered his eyes, kissed away the teardrop, and slowly hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Miss is really naughty," he whispered in her ear, looking at her red cheeks.The wound on the small earlobe has not healed, as if reminding Joseph of what happened last night.Caressing over the scab, the long and sharp nails scratched the thin auricle, making the girl tremble uncontrollably.

"I just... came out for a walk." The girl opened her mouth, finally found her voice, and explained guiltily.

Joseph twitched the corner of his mouth casually, neither believing nor believing: "Really."

She glanced at the dagger in his hand, a little short of breath: "Yes... that, that is just for self-defense..."

Joseph raised his eyebrows, turned the dagger in his hand, looked at the girl's nervous look, and then laughed in a low voice, watching the girl turn her head uncomfortably under his gaze: "My lady, a little girl like this Toy……"

He put the dagger back into her hand, and slowly closed it while holding her hand: "It won't do much for werewolves."

Her eyelashes quivered slightly.

Not intending to pursue further, but as if to comfort her, Joseph glanced at the werewolf on the ground, with a faint smile on his lips: "This small injury is nothing to a werewolf."

The girl couldn't help but follow his line of sight, and carefully glanced at his expression: "So, he's not dead?"

What responded to her was Joseph's half-smile.

Although he was an impulsive fool, how could the werewolf kill family members at will.

The girl smiled awkwardly: "Then... good night?"

He tapped the exquisite cane with his fingertips, and with a smile in his eyes, he swept across the girl's red and swollen lips: "Good night."

The girl blushed immediately and fled in despair.

Gray's ears moved slightly, listening to the footsteps all the way from the hall to the other end of the corridor, gradually going away.

Joseph stood alone in the dark hall, glanced out the empty window, stroked his lips with his finger, and smiled silently.

——When did the cry of the crow stop?

(To be continued)

The author has something to say: Note: I am a ghost.

Through the city of misery, I fled.

Through eternal misery, I fly away.

——Dante's "Divine Comedy"