The Blood Hourglass

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"Miss, are you alone?" A gentlemanly man stood beside me and asked. I raised my head and looked at him. He is not very good, and his facial features fit on a face so just right. It's me. From a high point of view, it is impeccable.

"Didn't you see it?" So I replied coldly, but please don't get me wrong. It was not that I had tried to say that to him, but that I am indeed a person now. This is an indisputable fact. Why bother to offend the person in front of you immediately in order to avoid some unknown troubles! Besides, he seems a bit. . . . . .

"Thank you!" He just sat across from me. The table where Xiaoyu and I were sitting at originally belonged to four people, and I was not worried about what Xiaoyu would do when he came back. That was his business. So I drank the tea and thought I was alone and silent.

"Are you waiting for it to open?" he asked me while looking at me without saying a word.

"No, I'm already here, just waiting for other guests to tell me why this restaurant is called by that name." I said coldly.

"Because there will be vampires at night." He said casually, but it felt like no doubt.

"You can tell who is and who is not?" I asked.

"Don't look, I know who is and who is not." He answered simply.

"How many?" I can hardly imagine a scene where a large group of vampires get together to drink and chat.

"I'm not sure about this, but you can confirm it yourself later." He said so sincerely, without any joking.

"Could you please tell me, how did you confirm it?" I asked for the method, and respectfully used the word you, no matter if what he just said was a sincere suggestion, or he took me off.

"In order to hide their identities, they will not show any difference, but they will deliberately approach the food they like so that they can take them back to enjoy it slowly when they leave." Although it is in the third person, he seems In praising one's own virtues, speaking with a flying spirit.

"Why don't you enjoy it here?" I can't figure it out. Although vampires in the secret party must abide by the principle of avoiding the world, they are not so brave in the dark, let alone the devil.

"Because vampires are not allowed to **** blood in the restaurant." He said helplessly.

"But does the vampire really obey?" I was really confused.

"I don't dare not follow it." When he said that, he remembered asking the waiter for a cup of red sprinkles, and continued, "The owner of this restaurant is a vampire for more than 800 years. If anyone does not follow that principle, he will receive punishment."

"Have you seen that boss?" I am rarely interested in someone.

"Yes, he will come to this restaurant once a year. By the way, today. It seems that you are quite lucky, and you will be able to see him later." He seemed to be talking about a certain god, in his tone Exuding endless worship and envy.

"It's a pity, a noble who is less than two thousand years old!" I was a little disappointed. It was a real disappointment, a disappointment that flowed from my heart, but it has been a long time ago. Although it is a bit strange, I can be sure of it. Just disappointed.

"Isn't two thousand years old? Ha! Ha! Ha! It's hard to see a vampire who is a thousand years old, and a vampire who is almost two thousand years old is even rarer in a lifetime. You are still not satisfied! Have you ever seen a nobleman who is over two thousand years old?" He felt as if I was talking about each other.

"Of course." To stop his laughter, I couldn't help but blurt out.

"Have you really seen it?" He really stopped laughing and asked seriously.

"I haven't seen it, I just said it definitely exists." I knew I was missing, and immediately explained, "I just think that since vampires will not die, of course there will be vampires over two thousand years old."

"This is not necessarily true. When eternal life is in line with eternal sorrow, no one can bear it and choose to end this pain." He sighed, expressing a deep sorrow.

"Will you?" I suddenly thought of this question.

"I, why do you ask me, do you think I am a vampire?" he asked in surprise.

"Aren't you?" I asked back.

"..." He didn't know how to answer, so he remained silent.

"How did you find out?" After a while, he woke up from silence and asked.

"Didn't you say that they would approach the food they like on purpose?" I didn't show any anxiety or surprise.

"You mean, you are my favorite food?" He took a lipstick and said slowly.

"Only you know that?" I took a sip of tea, not planning to answer his question directly.

"If so, what will you do next?" He asked me smilingly.

"For you, a few hundred-year-old little nobleman, I don't have to pay that much attention." I said coldly.

"You, are you a vampire for a thousand years?" His voice became a bit distorted due to excessive surprise.

"I know a vampire who is more than 1,500 years old." I was very calm, and didn't take it seriously, and to be honest, there was really no need to take it seriously.

"He didn't do anything to you." He was even more surprised now.

"She just came to talk to me from time to time, so annoying to death." I said casually. He was a little confused by what I said, and didn't know what to say next.

"Jing'er, who is this?" While we were silent, Xiaoyu came back from outside after answering the phone.

"Vampire." I said bluntly.

"Your original name is Jing'er, it's really realistic! Then who is he?" the vampire asked with a smile.

"Hunter." I still made no secret.

"What an interesting introduction! My name is sinmo, I don't know how you should call it?" The vampire smiled and stretched out his right hand to Xiaoyu. It’s a really interesting scene. A vampire and a hunter introduce each other and shake hands. It’s really rare to see.

"My name is Junyu. Hello!" Xiaoyu also stretched out his right hand. Does this handshake indicate that vampires and hunters are not real natural enemies. One day, or there will be a special time and a special time. Locally, they are no longer natural enemies, they can shake hands, talk and laugh.

I suddenly felt that there may not be real natural enemies in this world. The so-called natural enemies may just be relative to a period of time and an environment.

"Jing'er, stop joking like this in the future, it will scare people!" Xiaoyu sat down beside me and said.

"Do you think his hands are still warm?" I asked coldly.

"Are you serious?" Xiaoyu asked hurriedly, feeling the residual cold in his hands.

"Really, I can prove it." Sinmo replied for me.

"Then how can you be with Jing'er? Could it be that you knew each other before?" Xiaoyu seemed to be suspicious of something again.

"If you knew each other before, then you wouldn't have a chance to meet me." I replied, staring into Sinmo's eyes.

"Why?" Xiaoyu puzzled.

"Because she is my favorite and ideal food." Sinmo is always willing to help others to clear away doubts.

"You, do you think that with me, I will let you hurt Jing'er?" Xiaoyu became nervous and said fiercely at Sinmo.

"I can't hurt her, but it's not because of you!" Sinmo replied calmly and gracefully.

"Because of this shop?" Xiaoyu calmed down when he saw that he didn't mean to hurt me.

"Because of herself." Sinmo said with a smile and looked at me.

"Me? I am so capable?" I interjected.

"Actually, I don’t know exactly who you are. But I know that if humans are called short-born, you are definitely not a normal short-born. Your eyes tell me that you don’t care about everything in this world, including human lives. , This makes you as powerful as we are.” Sinmo analyzes my personality carefully like a psychologist. There are wrong and right, but only I know.

"In just a few minutes, you have done such a thorough analysis of me. Don't you have the dark talent in this area?" I suddenly thought of the term "dark talent" floating deep in my memory.

"What is the talent of darkness?" Xiaoyu asked in confusion as if he had never known the meaning of this term.

"It turns out that you even know the talent of darkness. You are such an uncomplicated girl, Xiaoyu. I think I am about a few hundred years older than you. This should be more appropriate. You may be too young, otherwise as a hunter. Why don’t you even know this?” Sinmo said slowly as an elder, “'Dark talent' is a kind of ability, which every nobleman has, but they are all different. At the moment of becoming nobleman When you start, you will have a certain incredible ability. No one can predict what kind of ability it is in advance, and it cannot be transformed into another ability afterwards, so it is called a talent, and darkness means There is no need to explain it anymore."

"Why are you teaching students?" I said what I was thinking.

"Jing'er, what are you talking about? Who do you say is a student?" Xiaoyu asked me angrily.

"You, is there anyone here who doesn't know what'dark talent' is!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, even if I was taught." Xiaoyu had no choice but to admit me. "But, Jinger, how come you can see a vampire the first time you come here, I haven't seen a vampire before since I've been here for so long." Xiaoyu said with regret.

"You have to ask your teacher, he found me." I showed him a clear path.

"Yes, I found her, but I didn't say that I was a nobleman!" Simno pushed the ball to me again, it seems I can't escape.

"Yeah, because he told me too many details about the nobles, except how could the nobles know so much and so fine?" I made a gesture of resignation.

"How can you be sure that what I said is true? Could it be that you are also a nobleman?" Simno asked sharply.

"No, Jing'er can't be aristocratic." Xiaoyu is more nervous than I am.

"Why?" Simno asked.

"She has a family and classmates. The most important thing is that she can bathe in the sun." Xiaoyu explained very positively.

"She really can bask in the sun?" Simno didn't want to believe it.

"I can guarantee that we came at noon and walked into the restaurant under the brilliant daylight." Xiaoyu firmly believed in everything he saw.

"That might be a vampire in the sun! Ha! Ha! Ha! I was joking." Sinmo said with a smile. He might be just joking, but my calm heart twitched.

"There are vampires in the sun, such as corrupt officials, and those who eat soft meals or hold big money?" Xiaoyu put forward a new point of view.

"But Jing'er is not that kind of person." Xiaoyu went on to explain.

"Of course, Jing'er is just a bit unusual, maybe it's more appropriate." Sinmo muttered to herself, but the voice was enough for those of us present to hear clearly.

"It's just that you have experienced too little and too ordinary, so you will say that." I actually feel a little embarrassed to listen to their compliments. Maybe I have too much past, too much to look back. Some people say that the more you experience, the more you learn, but who knows how much you have lost while learning those, and how cruel the way of losing is.

"What do you mean by this?" Sinmo seemed to have heard a little extraneous meaning, and asked quickly.

"It's not interesting, she just talked about it casually." Xiaoyu actually replied for me.

"You are not her, how would you know?" Sinmo retorted.

"Of course I know that Jinger is like my sister." Xiaoyu argued.

"Is it just my sister? That's great." Sinmo was suddenly uncharacteristically happy.

"Does it have something to do with you?" Xiaoyu seemed to hate seeing him being happy.

"Of course there is! As long as she is not your girlfriend, then I still have a chance to let her be my girlfriend!" Sinmo can always say amazing.

"I'm not suitable for you." I said sincerely.

"Why?" They both said in unison.

"There are so many whys in the world!" I avoided talking.

"I feel that we may not be able to afford it. You are definitely not an ordinary person or a nobleman who can afford it." Sinmo can always make you feel unfathomable in ordinary words.

"Sinmo, it seems that your evaluation of Jing'er is really high!" Xiaoyu turned away the topic he wanted to understand.

"I have never met a girl like her before, even in the blood. She sees everything clearly, everything in the world is like a gust of wind to her, she doesn't care." Sinmo sees Come really have the dark talent in this aspect of psychology.

"How can she compare to you, don't you even care about human life?" Xiaoyu disagreed with his opinion of me.

"Do you think she cares? She doesn't even pay attention to our powerful nobles. I think whether it is fear or love, what else in this world can make her be moved!" Sinmo is always so. Knowing others is like talking about yourself.

"Jing'er, should you say something for yourself?" Xiaoyu couldn't talk about sinmo, so she had to turn to me, the client.

"He said it fits me well." I had no objection.

"Jing'er, how can you admit it, he doesn't suit you at all." Xiaoyu didn't want to believe that I was that kind of person.

"Not suitable does not mean I am not!" I don't care at all. It's been so many years, what kind of person is there to hide, besides, I don't care about this. But it seems that they all care about this. When I fully admitted, they were at a loss and became silent, but they became more and more noisy around us. I don’t know when so many people came, and there was one more person than during the day. Twice, here is a pile, there is a table, I don’t know what I’m drinking, talking loudly, talking constantly, laughing constantly, so lively.

The night became darker and darker, shrouded in this dark street.

There are two figures that are inseparable from the people around them. They ran forward fast. Although I used the word "run", its speed was no different from flying. In short, it was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Where are you going?" Byrne, who had been behind for a long time, couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I went to find food when I was hungry." Lisa replied back.

"Isn't there food everywhere here?" Byrne looked at a figure flying away from them. They weren't flying, but they had flying speed.

"They are not my favorite food." Lisa said seriously.

"Got it." Byrne agreed softly and didn't say anything. He knows very well that a vampire over 1,500 years old always has some peculiar hobbies. It is no longer easy to survive a hundred years when there is only darkness and loneliness, let alone more than 1,500 years. What? There are many unknown stories among them. These stories may be happy or sad, but in the end she must face them alone. Facing too many stories will change a person, or a vampire, and make her more or less It’s not surprising that he has some peculiar hobbies.

"It's almost here, just ahead." Lisa interrupted Byrne's meditation.

"Oh." Byrne agreed again, as if to declare that he had no opinion at all and everything is up to you. At this moment, Lisa suddenly stopped in front and said happily, "Here, this is it."

"Vampire restaurant!" Of course, Byrne looked up and saw that there was a restaurant in front of him, but the name was heard, but he had never been in, so he was still a little surprised.

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