The Blood Hourglass

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He paced alone on the empty road, thinking about whether to verify it again, even though the old woman just now convinced him that the past existed.

All the way to the end, there is a wasteland, no one without a house. Seeing everything in front of him, he shook his head, turned back to heaven, and decided not to see another evidence, because compared to vampires, human words are more credible, because he can see the entire soul of the other party, so he Know whether what the other person says is true or false. If he doesn't believe it, it is doubting his own ability.

Watching him leave, a shadow came out in the darkness, and she looked at the direction of his departure, she shook her head slightly, and sighed, "Hey!"

"Maybe... I was wrong." She sighed as she walked on the wasteland at night, seeming to just make her own heart barren, at least that kind of heart would not be tortured again.

"Lace!" A breeze blew, and a serious-faced man appeared behind her.

"Yeah." She didn't look back, and continued to move forward slowly, but only circled.

"Done talking?" The other party slowly followed her behind.

"He didn't come to me." Sforex replied lightly.

"How come..." The other party was puzzled.

"Maybe he believes in humans more." Lace stopped and looked up at the moon in the sky. If she could, she would also like to fly so high, not caring about anything in this world, but. . . She could not do it before, and it is the same now.

"Oh, then let's go back!" He stretched out his hand to pull her, but she was thrown away, "You go back first! I want to stay here for a while."

Because she knows very well that if she goes back this time, it should be difficult to come out, and she would like to see red at that time. . . . Red dance?

She actually thought of this name, she would want to see this child, this child who made her heart tortured.

"Okay! Go back early, or my father will be angry." The other party turned around and was about to step into a deeper virtual curtain.

"Atsi!" I haven't seen this elder brother for nearly a thousand years, but this time the eldest brother found her personally. In fact, she had known for a long time that her father would find her one day, but she did not expect this One day will come so fast, so unacceptable.

"Something?" The most powerful noble in the third generation stopped and looked back.

"Help me tell my father, don't hurt that child." Lace couldn't help but said at last.

"Lace..." Atsi looked back to see her expression, but her head was low, so she didn't see anything.

"He is my child after all. Although I have never treated him as my child before, I still don't want him to be harmed."

"Well, I know, I'll talk to my father." Atsi left.

Although Atsi was a vampire, he had lived in human society for so long, and he had already had a human heart. Now facing the pain of his sister, it is even more impossible for him to ignore it.

Since he left Lace, he has speeded up all the way back to the headquarters of the Night Clan. After all, his father is eager to move. If none of them come back, it is always unreasonable. Moreover, this father is not only their father.

"I have seen my father!" My father sat in a large room and looked down at some documents on the table. He knocked on the door and walked directly in.

"I'm back! Where's Lace? Why didn't she come back?" As the oldest existence among the vampires, naturally, he had sensed his single footsteps before he entered the room.

"She wants to stay outside for a few more days." He didn't know how to open this mouth to his father. After all, this was against his father's order, the clan rules of the night clan.

"Did she forget my order?" Father still did not look up, but his tone was not good.

"No," he replied hastily.

"Did you forget the family rules?" His father's tone made him worry more and more.

"Nor." But he still held his breath.

"Why is that? Because of the angel with dirty blood?" "Father" was a little angry, but he still didn't look away from the document by an inch.

"No, she has something for me to tell my father." At the end, Atsi said courageously.

"What's the matter?" This is interesting. For thousands of years, this daughter has had nothing to say to him, how can it be sudden. . . So he raised his head curiously and stared at Atsi in front of him, just waiting for him to say why.

"Before I say anything to her, I also have something to ask my father." Atsi said with a respectful expression.

"What is it?"

"How do you plan to deal with the child of Hong Wu?" He would intervene in this matter, not only because Lace is his most beloved sister, but also because Hong Wu's life experience really made him feel pity.

"Red Dance?"

"Not bad."

"This should be the question that old guy should think about, not me."

"Then my father won't hurt Hong Wu?" He couldn't help but feel relieved. After all, as long as the father doesn't do anything, then they can find a way to keep the child.

"Of course not, maybe sometimes, you still need to protect him, don't let that cold-blooded old guy obliterate him." "Father" smiled slightly, with a face in his early thirties, "Now you can say Does Lace want you to tell it?"

"No, it's no longer necessary." Atsi saluted again, "If my father has nothing else to tell me to do, then I will withdraw first."

"Okay, you go down! After going out for so long, go back and take a good rest! Let others do the following things." Father shook his hand at him, he turned back, his face couldn't help. Raised a rare smile.

"Oh! When will these children grow up to become the patriarchs of the Night Clan!" "Father" sighed softly, and once again buried himself in the business documents sent from all over the world. Sometimes he was thinking, maybe it was him. It's the fault of being so careless. He has been immersed in work, but neglected to train the next generation of patriarchs. At this point, maybe that old guy will do better than him. Thinking of this, he shook a bell beside him.

"Patriarch, what's the order?" A subordinate came in from outside the door.

"Bring Safrot for me." Finally he thought of him.

"Yes." The guard outside the door took the order.

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