The Blood Hourglass

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"This is the carriage, please come in, distinguished guests!" The conductor opened the door of the fourth carriage and said. This section of the carriage is similar to the original section, and there are four beds where you can see it.

"Okay!" St. Grad agreed and walked in with Luvian in his arms, then walked to a bed and put down his sister in his arms. At this time, everyone also walked into this carriage. Including the four conductors holding clothes.

"Put the clothes here, go down!" The train leader entered and pointed to the four people next to an empty bed. So the conductors put down their clothes and retreated. I saw a small note on each of the four sets of clothes with their respective names written on St. Grad.

"There is a bathroom here, you can take a good bath first. I will come in the morning to invite you all to have a meal. Now I'm leaving." The conductor said and left.

"Yes, this bathroom facilities are quite complete!" Sinmo opened the bathroom door, looked at it and exclaimed.

"Emila, how is your injury?" St. Grad asked suddenly.

"It's okay!" Emira unconcernedly pulled the clothes on her chest to show them, the wound was completely healed.

"That's good." Saint Grad nodded.

"Okay, now you go take a bath!" St. Grad said as he passed the red suit to Emira, then turned around and said, "Sinmo, take the chess from the cabinet, let's play How about a game of chess?"

"Okay! It's been a long time since I played chess with the Great Elder, but..." Sinmo took the chess box and walked to St. Grad, watching Jinger who was sleeping soundly on the bed and continued, "But Jing What should I do, she should not take a shower and change clothes by herself when she is asleep!"

"Oh! By the way, I almost forgot her." St. Grad promised to stop Emila who was about to enter the bathroom, "Emila, you take Luvian in and help her take a bath. Change This is clean clothes." As he said, he grabbed a set of black skirt and handed it to her.

"Yes!" Emira picked up Luvian and walked into the bathroom.

Outside the bathroom:

"I don't know how long Jing'er will sleep this time." Sinmo said while placing the chess pieces on the chessboard.

"That depends on how Saffrot sent a few elders for food this time!" St. Grad said and smiled. Who made these two big elders of different factions fight for so many years has never been evenly divided. It's a bit cheap for the other party, but tonight the other party has lost countless little vampires, let alone how much he was eaten by Luvian, and the one who kills her will definitely not be an infamous person.

"Actually, there is something I have never figured out." Sinmo said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" St. Grad asked after he was flat.

"I've been thinking since just now, whether the demons who went to kill Jing'er were eaten or killed." Sinmo went into seven ways.

"From the perspective of Luvian's dream, it should have been eaten. But I don’t think it’s possible to eat all of it. Judging from the amount of blood on the ground just now, it should have been killed a lot. Will stand obediently and let Luvian **** blood, so I think there must have been a more fierce battle in the box just now than we have encountered." Saint Grad exited the lane.

"But Jinger doesn't know any combat skills at all!" Sinmo said puzzledly and pushed the **** up a step.

"Huh! This is powerful! She in her sleep should be completely controlled by her own powerful abilities." Saint Grad said.

"It's scary to think about it! I don't know if the Mobster killers were scared stupid." Sinmo laughed.

"I really want to know what Luvian was like at the time!" St. Grad exclaimed.

"But I hope I never see her like that. Maybe you will say that I am too human, but I just think that Jing'er is a human girl who looks very good now. Whether she is strong or not might not make much sense to her. "Sinmo said earnestly.

"Sinmo! It's not that I made fun of you, you are more and more like a father now, especially in your tone of voice." Saint Grad said with a smile.

"Huh! I discovered this myself, maybe because of Jing'er! You know, my wife and I have always wanted to have a daughter, but this has become a luxury since I became a blood clan. It didn't come true until she passed away. Now that I have Jing'er, it is her last wish!" Sinmo sighed and said affectionately.

"It's also her luck for Luvian to have a father like you!" St. Grad "General" said.

"No! It should be said that it is my blessing to have a daughter like Jinger." Sinmo said, shifting "Jiang" by one step, avoiding the blade.

"Crack!" Just then the bathroom door opened, and Emira in a red dress came out holding Luvian in a black dress. Then he walked straight to a bed and put her in his arms on the bed.

"Well, St. Grad, you go take a bath first!" Sinmo suggested.

"That's good! The chess will be played later." St. Grad promised to take the clothes prepared for him and prepare to go into the bathroom.

"Elder, I..." Emira suddenly stopped him, her face seemed hesitant.

"Emila, what happened? Is your wound not completely healed?" St. Grad stopped and cared.

"No! It's not me. I want to say yes, it's Luvian." Emila replied.

"Jing'er? What's wrong with her? Did she get hurt?" Sinmo stood up fiercely, rushed to Emila's face, and asked her by the arm.

"No, she is fine, there is no injury anywhere, just... It's just that when I was helping her take a bath, I found two very strange silver patterns on her arm, which seemed to be tattooed, but weird. The paint turned out to be made of silver. I accidentally touched it just now, and my fingertips were almost burnt.” Emila pulled up the sleeve of Luvian who was sleeping on the bed with an incredible face, revealing one Snowy arms like jade. There are two circles of silver patterns painted on the arms, which are very delicate. At first glance, they look a bit like the kind of armbands often worn by Egyptian women. The difference is that it should be directly tattooed on the arm, although the pattern is very simple. But it is very unusual.

"What is this? I have never seen such a pattern." Sinmo looked at it and said.

"It is..." St. Grad also walked to Luvian's bed at this time, staring at the pattern on her arm in surprise.

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