The Blood Hourglass

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This lunch took a long time, because my elder brothers planned to replenish their physical strength and maximize their strength, so they drank a lot of blood, and of course I filled it with delicious human food. I lost my stomach, and then I drank the fragrant scented tea, which was extremely enjoyable. Unfortunately, because I was with my brother and them, I couldn't open the curtains and enjoy the beautiful scenery outside the window while drinking tea.

After lunch, I wanted to go to that section of the carriage to see the scenery, but my brother and the others followed along, saying that they wanted to discuss a strategy to defend against the enemy tonight. This time I didn't sit down first. After they all sat down, I chose a seat far away from them, because there I could open the curtains, soak in the sun, and enjoy the scenery outside the window.

But to my surprise, it was raining outside, and there was no sunshine at all, but the scenery in the rain was so different. There was a vast ocean outside, where the raindrops fell, and immediately rippled on the surface of the water. Countless raindrops continued to stir up tens of thousands of ripples, and the entire surface of the water seemed to tremble with a soul.

"What do you think of the conductor just now?" Sinmo said first.

"Maybe we shouldn't find someone to fake Luvian in the first place!" Saint Grad replied.

"So, do you think what he said is true?" Sinmo said again.

"I think he fully believes it, or thinks that our Jinger is not Luvian the vampire." Saint Grad replied.

"This is absolutely beneficial to us. If he sells this news to the Mobster killer, then they will definitely come to Emila, so we need to protect Emila with all our strength. Besides, Emila is not an ordinary vampire. , She was trained by you alone, and her combat power is absolutely comparable to those of the elders of the Mo Party." Sinmo said with peace of mind.

"Because of this, I let Emila play Luvian. If it were her, I think even if we neglect for a while, nothing big will happen." Saint Grad said and looked at me, although I didn't look back, but I still clearly noticed his **** eyes. Maybe he was worried that what he said would make me unhappy. In fact, he was totally over-minded. I didn't care at all. I know my own abilities best, except for the god-given abilities better than ordinary vampires. In addition to being powerful, as far as combat art and combat skills are concerned, I am a newborn baby, and I am not the kind of person who will be angry because someone else tells the truth.

I reached out to the window, let the rain fall in my palm, listening to the sound of ticking, this sound is like a clock moving by seconds, time passing by the ticking. But the coldness of the rain makes the people who touch them very clear. The rain kept falling like this, one hour, two hours, three hours, and it was completely dark in less than four hours.

"Those killers of the Demon Party in this weather are also boring!" I was worried about those who wanted to kill me.

A group of thick dark clouds gathered in the dark sky outside, and the clouds kept rolling outwards. Suddenly a lightning bolt struck down from it, hitting the ground straight, and hitting a thick tree." peng!" With a loud noise, the whole tree instantly turned to ashes before my eyes. And my heart palpitations at the same time, and my heart never calms down.

"Will there be any accidents today?" I asked in my heart.

"Maybe I was scared by the huge thunder!" But I immediately answered to myself scientifically.

"Jing'er, what's the matter?" It seems that they also heard the loud noise, so Sinmo asked suddenly.

"It's thunder." I replied simply.

"I'm not asking about your voice, I'm asking what's wrong with you." Sinmo shook his head and asked again.

"Me? I'm fine." I replied coldly. Since he and I happened to be face to face, we could clearly see everything on my side.

"No, there must be something wrong with you. Just now I saw your face was scary. Is there something wrong with your body?" Sinmo said and walked towards me. Then I brought my brother and Emira to the same table with me.

"No, I'm fine." I replied the same, because with my current expression, I don't think anyone would think anything wrong with me anymore.

"Jing'er, maybe you have experienced too much loneliness, so you have become so indifferent, unwilling to open your heart to anyone. But now you are no longer the lonely child of the past, you already have a father , I also have a brother, so as your brother, I hope you can express your true feelings, at least in front of us." My brother sat in front of me and looked at my hands soaked in the rain. Said emotionally.

"I think it will take a certain amount of time." I retracted my hand and looked at my brother's eyes and said faintly.

"Then please take the first step this time!" My brother stretched out his hand in front of me and grasped my hand tightly. Maybe he did it to give me courage.

"Actually, it was just my heart palpitations for a while. Although I don't know what an accident will happen today, I think maybe I was just frightened by the huge thunder!" I slowly withdrew my hand, and my face was hot. Hot, replied.

"What's going to happen today!" My brother repeated to himself, and went into contemplation, but he sank for an hour after this sinking. Sinmo was afraid that it would disrupt his thoughts, so he looked at me gently and smiled. He laughed, and then began to quietly appreciate the rain outside. As for the Emira, of course, she didn't say a word. Since she didn't need to breathe, she didn't even breathe out, as if she didn't exist in front of me.

"Yes, we proceed according to this plan today. Regardless of whether the opponent's main target is Aimila or Jing'er, there should be nothing wrong with this method." My brother woke up suddenly, breaking the original silence with a face. Said confidently.

"So you were thinking about the strategy to defend against the enemy tonight! I thought you were thinking about the possible accident that Jinger said!" Sinmo exclaimed with a smile.

"You think well. I remembered it from the accident Jing'er said. First of all, the only thing that will happen tonight is the Mo Party's attack. Their targets are well known, and they are definitely the Luvian who created Xiaojie, but for We know who is Luvian now, but we don’t know whether the other party is very clear about this. But even if it’s not clear, there are only two possibilities for their object. One, of course, the real Luvian, and two. It's a fake luvian.

We have three solutions.

The first plan is: the four of us stay together, so that no matter which one of Jing'er and Emila is the real luvian, it will not affect us at all, because sinmo and I are in the car now. Only me and sinmo are here.

But because Jing'er doesn't know any combat skills, I hope to not involve her in the fight as much as possible. If we use the first method, even if the main target of the opponent’s attack is Emila, it may hurt Jing'er when we fight, so the second option is to choose three and one, that is, sinmo and me. Protect one of Emila and Jinger together. As for which one of them, it depends on who the other party has identified now. When I had lunch just now, the conductor seemed to have determined that Emira, who was sitting next to me, was the real Luvian. It is very possible that he and the Mo Party have this business, but even if he sells this news to the Mo Party killer , But does the Mo Party killer really believe this information? Maybe their source of information for luvain is not just this one channel, so they might choose another one of us.

After all, we can’t be sure that the other party has chosen who is the target of the attack, so I thought of the third plan, that is, sinmo and I protect one and stay in different places, so that when the other party mainly attacks us When they are in a group, we can determine who the Luvian they chose is. If it’s Amirah, then the one who protects Jing'er can go over and help immediately, but Jing'er absolutely cannot follow. If it is Jing'er, then another group can go over and help. In summary, the odds of winning should be relatively large. "Brother St. Grad had considered so many issues during the few hours of silence just now. Unlike me and Sinmo, who only care about the scenery, it seems that being a high-ranking person is hard enough!

"So, how do you think the four of us should be combined?" Sinmo asked after thinking for a moment.

"I have been thinking about this problem for a long time. If we cooperate with the strength of the ability, then it should be me and Emila, Sinmo and Jing'er, but if the strength of the combat power is combined, it should be me and Jing. Son, Sinmo and Emira, I just can't make a decision on this point. What do you think?" Saint Grad asked solemnly.

"This... It's really hard to decide!" Sinmo also hesitated. Of course, Emira on the side could not express any opinions about this.

"Then let me make the decision! The draw is ready!" Seeing their embarrassed expressions, I suddenly said.

"Jing'er!" Sinmo solemnly scared.

"Just kidding, what are you doing so angry!" I glared at him coldly and continued, "If it were me, I think it should be me and sinmo, St. Grad and Emila, but it's not for some reason. The consideration of the ability to cooperate with each other is because the two combination methods mentioned by St. Grad are actually ok, but in view of the train conductor’s determination, I chose this combination."

"Since Jing'er has made the final choice, then do it according to your choice!" Saint Grad said to me with a relaxed smile. In fact, I know exactly how many things are included in his smile. How could St. Grad, the elder of the secret party, be unable to make this small decision? He proposed it to let me make the decision myself! Maybe he is worried that if he chooses to protect Emira, it will make me unhappy! Having been a vampire for so many years, he hasn't forgotten the complicated human psychology!

"Eh..." I yawned, and then asked, "Since everything has been decided, I can go back to sleep now?"

"It's Jing'er! You can still sleep at this time!" Sinmo said with a smile.

"Didn't you protect me? I have any reason why I can't sleep!" I looked at his face and said coldly in reply.

"Okay, you two don't have to make fun of each other. Sinmo, you and Jing'er stay in that car, while Emira and I stay in this car. The communicator is always on so that we can always understand clearly. The situation of both sides." Saint Grad said.

"Yes! Great Elder." Sinmo replied very solemnly, as if he was receiving orders from a superior. This is a rare situation in front of me. Then we left the carriage together.

"Sinmo, I'm so sorry!" Back to the soft sleeper compartment, I said, lying half-lying.

"Jing'er?" Sinmo, who was sitting on the next bed, looked at me in surprise, completely unable to understand my sudden apology.

"Because of me, I'm really sorry for involving you." I stared at the door blankly, and slowly explained.

"If you say I'm sorry because of this, then you are wrong. At this point, it is obvious that I got you involved in the dispute between the secret party and the mob. It should be me who said sorry to you!" He said softly .

"But Xiaojie was created by me after all. Without her, none of this would have happened today." I have a deep understanding of karma. Its terrible lies in the fact that one cause does not necessarily have only one effect. Sometimes there are countless results, both good and bad. You won't care about the good for too long, but the bad will accompany you all the time.

"People can't always think about the past. If you live in the past, the future will be more pathetic than the past." He stood up and walked to me, touching my head gently with his hand.

"But the reality can't help but you don't think about the past!" I sighed helplessly.

"But you can think of something good! For example, because of Xiaojie, you have a handsome and rich father like me, and you have found a brother who St. Grad loves you so much." He smiled and comforted me.

"Yes!" I said to myself in my heart.

"No matter what happens tonight, I don't want you to sacrifice yourself for me, otherwise you will make my life more painful." After I said that, I lay down, closed my eyes and started sleeping.

"Jing'er? You have been very wrong from just now, do you know in your heart that you haven't told us yet." Sinmo immediately became nervous when he heard me say this, and knelt down and asked in front of me.

"I told you everything I know, I'm sleepy, don't bother me by talking to me anymore." I still closed my eyes and replied.

"If you are afraid that St. Grad will hear it, then I will turn off the communicator now, will you tell me again?" He continued to struggle.

"Sinmo, good night! Finally, please turn off the light." I replied coldly.

Faced with my indifferent attitude, Sinmo had no choice but to turn off the light and let me go to sleep. Sitting alone in a patch of darkness, quietly listening to my rhythmic breathing. There was also St. Grad's voice coming from the communicator.

"The silence now makes people feel terrible." He suddenly muttered to himself softly, perhaps to tell the other party, because St. Grad's silence didn't even make a sound of breathing.

"Sinmo, do you think Jing'er is weird tonight? She said something that is impossible to say normally." St. Grad asked.

"But she just doesn't want to tell us why." Sinmo said helplessly.

"Maybe it's like what she said, there is nothing to tell us." Saint Grad said.

"Then why do you speak like parting words?" Sinmo asked puzzled.

"Maybe her sixth sense sensed something, that's why she said something strange. As for whether she feels right, it is recorded in the classic that the stronger the ability, the more sensitive the feeling, so you must be careful tonight. "St. Grad analyzed clearly.

"Luvian, you came here by yourself! Hahaha!" Before Sinmo responded to St. Grad's words, I heard a very strange voice from the other party. Listening quietly to every sound from the other party, watching Jing'er who is asleep, every nerve of sinmo is like a bowed string, taut. He was now embarrassed to the extreme, leaving or not leaving, these two choices kept lingering in his mind. St. Grad had obviously been attacked strongly, but it was still quiet here, with no signs of attack. But if the killer comes again after he leaves, what will Jinger do? She has no ability to save herself at all!

"Ah!" Emila shouted, "Emila!" St. Grad's shout. Sinmo couldn't calm down anymore, and rushed out like a sharp arrow. Before going out, he looked back one last time. Jing'er's sleeping little face was calm and sad.

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