The Blood Hourglass

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"I want that table called ‘Holy Banquet’." Lisa said, standing in front of the service desk, looking at the waiter.

"Miss, I'm so sorry, the person at that table hasn't left since the afternoon." The waitress replied a little ugly.

"What? How can this work, it's time for the noble restaurant now, and today... you must let him leave, you know?" Lisa was rare and serious.

"I'm sorry, I don't think it will work, they have already eaten it, as if they had intentionally left to wait, and there is a nobleman with them, so..." The waitress was very embarrassed. Because she knew Lisa before, knew she was not easy to mess with, and she seemed to be more fierce at this time. Yes, everything has too many possibilities, so life is interesting, there are choices, and there are reasons to continue.

"Why don't we discuss with them and let them sell?" Byrne, standing behind Lisa, broke the deadlock.

"Sure, miss?" Lisa still stared at the young lady's eyes intently.

"Well, try it!" The lady reluctantly led them to the table.

"Luvian? And you?" When Lisa and the others turned around some obstacles around the sacrament, they saw two people she didn't expect.

"Two more are here, it seems they are really well-deserved!" I sighed without looking up.

"You?" While I sighed, Xiaoyu who was sitting next to me was also surprised

"What about ‘you’ and ‘you’, I also want to say how did you get together! Isn’t it a date? Ha! Ha! Ha!" A string of disgusting laughter.

"But who is he?" Lisa couldn't help adding when he noticed Sinmo.

"Same as you." I looked at Sinmo and said to her.

"Hello, Lisa! I'm Sinmo!" Sinmo stood up politely and stretched out his hand to show friendship.

"Hello, are we friends?" Lisa stretched out a hand wearing a long lace glove to accept the move with suspicion.

"If we can be friends today, it will be my honor!" Sinmo's words and deeds are always full of gentlemanly demeanor.

"Dididididi..." i Xiaoyu's cell phone rang again.

"Sorry!" Xiaoyu had to answer the phone, "Hey, I'm Junyu."

"What? The Devil? Well, I'll be here soon!" As he said, Xiaoyu stood up and said with an embarrassed expression. "I'm so sorry, Jing'er, I think...I think I have to take you home first."

"It seems that someone has woken up, but I don't want to sleep yet!" I took a sip of my tea and sat there without leaving.

"But, I can't leave you here alone!" It seems that Xiaoyu really cares about me, but I don't want to go back. After all, I have a keen interest in the boss who has never been in a certain way. Besides, it makes me feel relaxed among them, because here, among them, I am no longer a cheat.

"Mr. Hunter, if you have anything to go first! As a gentleman, I will send this lady home, you can rest assured." Sinmo looked at Xiaoyu and said very seriously.

"I think he just doesn't worry about you, ha! Ha! Ha!" Lisa had another reason to laugh arrogantly.

"Oh, it turned out to be me, am I really that scary?" Maybe Sinmo thinks he is a kind angel.

"What about me? Just put a hundred hearts on it." Lisa pityed when he saw Xiaoyu's embarrassed look.

"Then I'm leaving now, goodbye!" Xiaoyu knew very well that he couldn't wait any longer. "By the way, give me a call when I get home. I think you know the phone number of my house, right?" After two steps, he turned around and exclaimed.

"..." I didn't say anything, maybe by default, maybe by ignoring, maybe just not wanting to show how close I am to him, who knows? Xiaoyu left in this way. In the end, there were only four people left. Now there is no more dispute about the "Holy Banquet". Maybe Xiaoyu is destined to leave. When it comes to the word "destined", people always have a lot of ideas, which are more than their original meaning. The most important thing is that they always think that "the book is like that. Yes, then it will happen like that." But just because they believe in "destiny", they have to be tired of "destined".

"There are not many people who know my name, except for friends?" After he sat down, Lisa asked the first question.

"Every year you will come today, so I paid a little attention!" Sinmo said lightly.

"Oh, only the name?" Lisa said with a slight sneer.

"Also, you have been through fifteen centuries. Not bad, right?" Sinmo tried to save the face that humans value more.

"Oh, do you know that, did Luvian say?" Lisa stared at me with a blink.

"By the way, I heard who you called Luvian just now, but no one here calls that name!" Sinmo seemed to think of something.

"Luvian, this is what's wrong with you. Chat with others without telling them your name." Lisa looked like an elder was teaching a younger one.

"Is it necessary?" I'm not interested in this at all, so I said much more.

"What, your name is Luvian, isn't your name Jinger?" Sinmo still didn't seem to believe it.

"Is this important?" I got bored more and more.

"That's true. The name is just a code name. As long as you pass away a few years, no one will remember it." Sinmo seemed to recall some unpleasant past. So we naturally fell into silence.

"It seems you like this table very much?" After being so silent for a long time, I suddenly looked at Lisa and asked.

"Like? That's enough." A faint trace was drawn across Lisa's face.

"Hate?" I asked again.

"nor."

"So you have an unforgettable past with it?" In fact, I had already guessed something.

"How can nothing escape your eyes?" Lisa asked rhetorically, helplessly mixed with some sorrow.

"Let’s not put on a torture, I’m not interested in listening to your shroud-scented berry past." Although I say this, I actually don’t think so in my heart because I know it. Know that sometimes the past is a secret, but also eternal pain.

"Many years ago this was a settlement of heretics. The restaurant we were in was their altar, and this table was where they used to put gifts for worshipers. About 1,500 years ago, There was a ceremony held here, and it was the last time it was held here. Its name was "Holy Feast"." Lisa looked really sad. This was the first time I saw her like this.

"I know some stories about this pagan religion, but I don't know if it's true or false." Seeing her so sad, I really couldn't bear it.

"It seems that you are really not young! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Lisa's conversation suddenly changed, but the laughter was still somewhat reluctant.

"I think seventeen is not old!" It seems that some people really don't deserve sympathy.

"But it's impossible for a seventeen-year-old to know this." Sinmo also intervened.

"Couldn't I have heard of it?" I really don't understand why I have to find a reason for everything I say?

"Then what have you heard of?" Lisa asked again.

"This pagan believer is dedicated to the **** of life. They believe that blood is the source of all life. Every ten years they will perform a ceremony to offer sacrifices to their **** of life. If you have a little imagination, I will know what the sacrifice is." I told some stories from deep memories. Sometimes I really think the extra memories are quite useful, although they don’t allow you to get full marks in every coursework, nor can they let you know In addition to the nobles, there are other things in the world, such as the werewolves, mummy and other monsters that are heavily rendered in movies.

"Blood hot drink!" Sinmo looked expectantly.

"It's not that simple. What they want is a qualified and pure girl." Lisa added.

"Conditions? Isn't a pure girl enough?" Sinmo seemed to be satisfied easily.

"That's the condition of a little noble like you." I have a desire to laugh.

"Oh, then what do they need?" Sinmo really couldn't figure it out.

"For example: green eyes, four-nation mixed blood, long silver hair, and some things I don't remember."

"Born at midnight on the night of the full moon." Lisa added.

"So, did you dye your hair?" I questioned looking at her long black hair.

"Luvian, I really have to admire your imagination." For someone who pointed out that she had had a small plastic surgery, it was a bit unpleasant to say "changing the image" more euphemistically. In fact, this is not necessary. In today's society There are countless people who dye their hair into golden monkeys, red parrots, and green turtles. Naturally, people are not surprised.

"See what the **** of life looks like?" It's always difficult for me to imagine something that shouldn't exist in this world.

"Are you in a rush to get married?" Lisa looked at me evilly and asked.

"It's a pity that it looks down on me. I don't have long silver hair and green eyes?" I defended.

"So you're a four-nation mixed race?" Lisa was catching me again.

"No, maybe there was no country when there was you? Ha! Ha! Ha!" Why is she always so annoying, especially the laughter.

"As the party concerned, please allow me to correct it. In fact, I don't have a nationality at all, and of course there is no mixed race." I said some facts, some facts that are not understandable.

"It's impossible!" Sinmo raised the question first.

"No, it is possible. For example, the dead have no nationality." It seems that Lisa has not lived in vain for more than a thousand years, and has grown some so-called intelligence.

"Wrong, I'm still alive, and I've never died." Just look at my neck.

"Really?" Lisa was very suspicious.

"Do you want to look at my neck?" My tone understood that I was disgusted by pulling off my collar.

"Okay!" Lisa actually agreed happily, as if she didn't hear my disgust at all. But how is this possible, I am so obvious, unless she has been waiting for it for a long time.

"It's a pity that I wore a high collar today." I had to say the last time plainly.

"Then when do you not wear a high collar?" It can be seen that Lisa really intends to stalk her.

"While wearing a skirt." Of course, I mean something that will fly when the breeze blows.

"I have time!" Lisa finally said something that couldn't be more true.

"Then how did you get so much time?" I pulled the subject back again.

"It was given by the'God of Life', do you still have to ask?" Lisa obviously had more respect for the God of Life in her mouth than when she started.

"It seems that he not only looks good, but also has an immortal face!" Sinmo, who is so dull, has some time to open up.

"It seems that intelligence is directly proportional to age." Lisa smiled, a natural smile, but putting it on her face made me feel unnatural. Maybe it was because I was poisoned too deeply!

"But I've never heard of it. It's a bit strange that a woman who has been a sacrifice can survive!" In this kind of sacrifice I know, the sacrifice will be drained of every drop of blood and die. Their "God of Life" is not so merciful.

"The harder thing to imagine is that you are more attractive than the previous ones!" So I asked again.

"You! Forget it, I'm not in the mood to quarrel with you today. It's okay to tell you, maybe it will make me famous?" Lisa picked up her "red wine" and shook it gently in front of her face, "I was My heart is completely cold, because I know that people who care about my life and death no longer breathe, the only thing I can do is to wait for death, so I let them put their trance self on this rectangular circle On the curved altar, they circled around me non-stop, holding candles in their hands, and chanting unknown sacrificial words or spells in their mouths. I couldn't see clearly or heard them clearly, and suddenly they disappeared. It’s not that they have all disappeared, but that they are no longer visible in my field of vision. At that time, a large object pressed on my body, making me breathe harder, which was already a bit difficult to breathe. But I got angry, and there was a sharp tingling in my neck. I didn’t know what happened afterwards until I opened my eyes again. That is a picture I will never forget, no matter how long I will live. It’s impossible to forget. I, when I woke up, I was still lying on this table, but everything around me was completely changed. Everywhere was red. On the walls and on the ground, what was even more frightening was the scattered and fragmented corpses. Hands, feet, and hideous head, but I didn't know the fear at the time. I sat up slowly and touched my neck naturally. It was indeed hurt, but it was no longer bleeding.

"What do you think? This is my first attempt. I didn't expect it to succeed." A voice asked at that time.

"You, who are you?" I asked out of natural reaction.

"Now I should be regarded as a father to you!" At this time, I clearly realized that there was a man standing beside me, a man in his thirties, dressed in the clothes of a nobleman (person with status). Red light all over his face.

"My father was killed by them a long time ago." I was not stunned.

"That is your human father, and I am the father of your nobleman." He walked towards me slowly as he said.

"Noble, I am not a noble." I know who I am and what I have.

"The nobleman I mean is not the kind you think it is. It has many names, such as: longevity, vampire, blood, and devil, monster, etc., have you heard of it!" He kept explaining to me.

"You mean, I became a vampire?" I touched my face and saw my hands clearly, "No, I am still me, I have not changed, I cannot become that kind of blood-sucking monster."

"Change? A funny word, how much change do you want, grimace? Or sharp claws? Ha! Ha! Ha!" He laughed when I said that, as if listening to a joke.

"No?" I was a simple and innocent little girl.

"Of course not! The only change is that your pair of fangs have grown sharper, but this is good." He stopped in front of me and stroked my hair gently, like a Father always does that, so kind.

"This is great, but do I really have to **** human blood?" That's what I fear most. I don't want to hurt anyone. I know, I don’t know, kind, or unkind, I don’t want to Let more people lose their relatives and friends, and lose their homes.

"Is this? Let me think about it, of course not, if you can buy it with money!" Of course it was impossible to buy it anywhere at that time.

"But I don't want to hurt others." I lowered my head.

"Then **** animal blood!" He said so casually, as if sucking blood made sense.

"So, the thing that bit my neck just now is a vampire, that's you?" I thought of some fragmentary, intermittent images.

"Yes, he is a nobleman, please allow me to use these two words, but it's not me, that guy ran away injured." There was no sign of lying on his face.

"Then who is he?" When I asked the truth, I didn't actually hate him at all in my heart, just a sense of familiarity that I didn't know.

"He is a guy I like but don't like me." It can be seen that there is too much intriguing taste in the "like" he said of "I like".

"Oh, what should I do now?" I then asked.

"Come with me! I will teach you like a real father, eating, sleeping, and entertaining." This is the story. My new father and I formed a new special family. Lisa sighed softly, after telling her biggest secret.

"It's easy to infer that your father is the shopkeeper here. Judging from his style, he should belong to the secret party!" I continued.

"No, it's the Devil." Sinmo said suddenly.

"That's right. My father belongs to the Mob." Lisa confirmed again.

"Magic Party?" While the fact that the owner is a Demon Party surprised me, it also surprised Bourne.

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