The Blood Hourglass

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"Elder, do you want me to hug her?" Sinmo suggested that it was not convenient for Saint Grad to hold Jing'er in his seat.

"You are... Jing'er's father?" At this time, the Great Elder of the Mo Party, Saferot, discovered the existence of Sinmo and asked in surprise. But the feeling of surprise seemed so strange on his gentle and calm face.

"Sinmo, how do you know each other?" St. Grad asked curiously.

"Elder, I think I should have told you that Jing'er met an unidentified blood clan that night, said it was called Thrall, but unexpectedly turned out to be the elder of the Mo Party, that is, the gentleman in front of him." Sinmo nodded to Saffron, then replied.

"Unexpectedly, the Great Elder Saffrot would have such a good mood to visit us!" Saint Grad laughed.

"I have been stuck in this narrow valley for a long time. Everything outside is so attractive to me, especially the daughter of Mr. Sinmo. It will make me unforgettable at first sight. I miss it until now, if it weren't for so many trivial things. , I wish I could fly to that old castle right away, stay with Miss Jing'er, look at her, and drink the tea she made by herself, alas! That kind of feeling is that I have not felt it since I lived for thousands of years Yes. Maybe this is what humans call happiness!" Saffrot said with deep affection while recollecting. St. Grad and the others were embarrassed and speechless.

"Jing'er's father, I don't know how Jing'er is now, how is it?" Saferot asked caringly.

"Jing'er! I should say it's good! I had a good meal, and now I fall asleep beautifully. But you seem to have misunderstood, Elder Saffron, Jing'er is not my real daughter." Sinmo didn't see Saint Grad The meaning of opening, so I answered.

"I guessed this from the beginning. Although Jing'er seems to be just a little girl, she is indeed a pure blood, but you are not, so you cannot be her biological father." Said.

"It seems that Saferot, do you know Jing'er quite well!" St. Grad said and sat down, then let Luvian sit on her lap, resting her head on her left arm, I hope she can sleep more comfortably.

"Who makes her the only girl who is so attracted to me!" Saffrot said with a smile.

"I don't know where she attracts you, the elder?" St. Grad asked curiously, looking at the beautiful girl with fiery red hair standing next to Saferot.

"To be precise, I don't know exactly, so I don't know where to start." Saverot recalled the plots at the time. Jing'er was not afraid of him. Knowing she was a vampire, she asked him what tea he would like to drink. And she always speaks unexpectedly and so on.

"I think it might be because of her indifference and senselessness to everything, and it seems that there is a big abyss in her body and mind, and the mystery revealed from it is absolutely attractive." Sinmo said suddenly. And what he was talking about was all the feeling he had gotten from Jing'er during this period of time.

"Yes, that's what Elder Sinmo said. It seems that the father knows his daughter better!" Saforot sighed.

"Where! I think the closer you get to her, the longer you get along, the less you will understand her. Her mystery will only increase but not decrease." Sinmo was helpless.

"That's more attractive, isn't it?" Saferot laughed again. It seems that in his heart, Jing'er does have a different status, so as long as he talks about her, he will smile happily. Dot makes everyone present very unnatural. It should be said that Xiaojie was killed today, but now it seems that she has been talking about the lady Jinger.

At this moment, she hugged Luvian's black robe tightly, especially the hat on the black robe that was used to cover her face suddenly slipped off her head, so her white and icy face showed nothing. .

"She is..." When Saferot looked at Luvian's face, he was taken aback and stood up suddenly from the chair. Not only him, but the Fire Butterfly beside him was also surprised

"Isn't she Jing'er?" Saferot calmed down for a moment, then asked puzzledly.

"Yes, she is Jing'er, but she also created and killed Xiaojie's blood family Luvian. Jing'er is her human name, and Luvian is her real noble name." St. Grad was very calm and slowly Explained.

"What? Then I personally destroyed the person I wanted." Saferot sat down again, his face pale and his voice trembling. It seems that it has been hit too hard, and I can't bear it for a while.

"Elder, what's the matter with you?" Huodie on the side had never seen him like this before, and was extremely worried.

"I... I killed Jing'er, I killed her!" Saforot completely ignored Huodie's questioning, just muttering to himself.

"Elder, are you okay!" Dimon behind him was also a little worried. After all, this was the first time he saw them, the great elder who has always been hidden, revealing such true feelings. At this time, this situation will never be a good thing.

"Safrot, I think you have misunderstood, Luvian is not dead." Saint Grad pointed out.

"This is only temporary, because now a seed of death should have been planted in her hands, which may germinate at any time within three months, and she will definitely die by then." The more Saffrott said, the lighter his voice , But the fact is the fact, and it won't change a little because of his softer voice.

"What?" St. Grad was taken aback when he heard it. He originally thought that Luvian had nothing to do, so he was so comfortable talking and laughing, but he did not expect that the Great Elder of the Devil Party would say such an answer that he had never thought of.

"What did you do to Jing'er?" Sinmo suddenly angered.

"We got a divine weapon not long ago, it can be said to be a weapon, its owner will get a very special ability if it wears it, but other people wear it is a dead end. The experiment found that the person wearing it can live for up to three months." Saferot is now much more calm, even if this is only on the surface, but this is the demeanor and self-control that a great elder should have.

"You mean, this artifact is now in Luvian's hand?" St. Grad said, gently taking up Luvian's hand, left hand and right hand, but there was nothing in those two small white hands. Found, so he said puzzledly, "Where, there is no!"

"Look at her right ring finger. Is there a thin red color on it?" Saffrot said, staring at the small hand wearing the artifact from a distance.

"You mean this red pattern is that artifact?" St. Grad looked at the thin line, it was really hard to understand that such a subtle and inconspicuous thing would be a artifact and could kill Luvian.

"Yes, it was originally a ring, but when it is worn on the finger, it will become like this, a thin line that is difficult to find." Saferot is already familiar with any form of it. But it has never been as painful as seeing its existence today.

"Then is there any way to take it off?" Sinmo asked hurriedly.

"No, if there is, I won't be so painful." Saferot shook his head helplessly.

"Where did it come from?" Saint Grad put his sister's hand into the robe, and then asked with a serious face.

"What?" Saferot asked puzzled.

"I mean the origin of this artifact." Saint Grad explained.

"It comes from an overly powerful nobleman. We only got it with great difficulty. I didn't expect that it would bring me such a result." Saferot laughed at himself.

"Is he a third-generation vampire, or a descendant of them?" St. Grad seemed to think of something, so he asked again.

"I don't know this very well, but although she seems to be a weak woman, she is absolutely strong. I am hardly her opponent." Saffrott replied.

"So, she is likely to be the third generation, and the so-called artifact, it may be the mark of that kind of identity. If that is the case, maybe...maybe nothing will happen to Luvian." Saint Grad After thinking about it for a while, then he said.

"Why?" Safrot heard him say this, as if he saw another glimmer of hope in despair.

"This is just my personal guess!" Saint Grad didn't intend to tell the other party what they found in Luvian not long ago, after all, he doesn't even know what it is now.

"Hmph! Forget it, it has become like this now. It is useless for us to say anything." Safrot's mood fell to the bottom again, took a deep breath, raised his eyes again, and looked deeply. The sleeping face in St. Grad's arms opposite, the pain in his heart is not understandable by others.

"Hmm..." At this moment, Luvian in St. Grad's arms let out a low groan, and then twisted his body again.

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