The Blood Hourglass

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No one knows where Safrot went. He walked into Luvian’s room and stood in front of the window for a while. Everything here is so familiar. It seems that this is also his own room. Looking at everything outside the window, the same The eyes are familiar. When the sun sets and the moon rises, the mountains in his eyes paint the blurry picture in his head. So he leaped slightly, jumped out of the room, and walked towards the dense forest behind the house, passing through the layers of thorns, and finally stood in front of the airtight wall of thorns, stood there for a while, and decided to mention it. Step to go.

Behind the thorns was the night sky of thousands of miles, and the green grass of a thousand miles under the moon, he did not hesitate to speed up to the destination in his heart.

But when he saw a big city in front of him, he was stunned. In the vague memory, it didn't seem to be like this, but how could it be like this now? Will the end result be different if the same way just now? He was a little nervous.

But he did not give up, but resolutely walked into this night city. The people in the city are the same blood races as himself, but the other person’s eyes look strange when he sees him. There is no welcome, but it is not counted. Is hostility, can it be because I don't belong here.

"Please..." He doesn't like to speak, but now he wants to ask, is it always a city? Was it like this before, but before he stopped the opponent, the opponent had already taken a detour, and no one wanted to. Approach him and answer his questions.

"What do you want to ask?" He stood and searched for the little blur in the depth of his memory, when someone walked towards him.

"Where is this place?" He withdrew his thoughts, the coldness and spirituality restored in his eyes.

"The blood capital of the blood country, you are here, why don't you know?" The other party was curious.

"Blood Country? Blood Capital?" He had heard of this, but it was not vague in memory.

"Of course, what are you doing here? Looking for our King Saint Grad?" the other party continued to ask.

"St. Grad?" Saferot repeated the name, which seemed familiar, but he said that he hadn't heard it when.

"Yes, if you want to see him, go straight along this street and you can see a big castle. The king lives in the castle." The other party didn't say who he was or stayed with him, just Showed him a way, and he walked forward silently.

castle? Here... he feels more familiar, he must have been here, but when? When has he been here? He held his forehead in thought, but the vagueness in his mind was still blurred as before. He wanted to remove the thick white mist, but he didn't know how to do it.

So he thought, maybe going in and taking a look would make the blurry tangible and clear, but he was about to enter the door, and the guard blocked him, "Who are you? This is the king's palace, not just anyone. Go in!"

"But I..." He wanted to say that he knew this place, but he didn't say it. After all, it was just a vague feeling. Why should I say knowing? Besides, even if he said so, the two fierce and evil in front of him would not let go. He went in. When he was about to use his ability to solve everything, a person walked out of the door and asked, "What happened?"

"My lord, someone wants to break into the palace." The guard turned to report back.

"Who is it?" The other party said as he walked around the guards, and saw Saferot slowly raise his eyes. He was surprised and pointed at him, "Saffrot is you?"

"Do you know me?" Saferot was a little surprised, but when he looked closely at the person in front of him, he was a little familiar. In short, he seemed to be familiar now, but he didn't know him.

"Of course you know, don't you know you don't know me?" As soon as Sinmo said, he remembered what Luvian and Hong Wu had said before, and then took a step forward and carefully observed Saffrot, "You really don't remember anything. Now, I am sinmo short"

"Sinmo?" Saffrot looked at the suspicious-looking man in a medieval aristocratic costume, and suddenly flashed in his mind, "It's you? That time in the old castle, was you the one who came to pick up Luvian? "

"You finally remembered." Sinmo breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, it was just a dream." As a result, Saffrott's next sentence left him speechless.

"How could it be a dream? Obviously you were drinking tea in the old castle, and I went to find Jing'er, and then picked Jing'er away in front of you. That was the first time you and Jing, and I met. "After a moment, Sinmo said.

"Jing?" Saferot just felt familiar, but not very clear.

"It's Luvian, this is her human name, don't you remember it?" Sinmo just felt strange, "You really have amnesia like Jinger last time?"

"Probably." Said Safrot, and wanted to go into the castle, but was pulled by Sinmo, because he thought it would be better not to go in for Safrot. Grad was not there, so he pulled him out, "St. Grad is not there, you should go home with me for a few days, when St. Grad is back, I will bring you again."

"But I..." Saferot looked back at the castle step by step. He must have been here, and every wall and spire of it revealed a familiar atmosphere.

"Go back with me first, I will tell you everything you don't remember." Sinmo's words led him away from the palace.

Back to the Grand Duke’s Mansion, as soon as Sinmo entered, Vijay jumped out. Now a few of their students still live in the Grand Duke’s mansion and meet with Sinmo every day. There is less strangeness and respect, more habit and familiarity.

"Lord Duke, you are finally back. We have something to do with you..." Halfway through the words, Vija was surprised by the people who came in with the Duke. He was so handsome, his complexion was as white as snow, and his short hair was as special as ink. It was the noble temperament that made Joa lower her face in embarrassment.

"Master Duke, this is..." Sam naturally wouldn't react as much as Vijay, but the appearance of this newcomer still surprised him, not only his looks, but also his temperament and strength. Geluo also came over and stared at Saferot curiously. Sam had already asked, so he didn't have to speak again.

"Who is he?" Sinmo smiled helplessly, and brought a group of people to the sofa, "Sit down! Sit down and speak slowly."

"Yeah." Saferot replied softly, and sat down directly opposite Sinmo, and the group of children also sat around them, just thinking of listening to them.

"My name is Sinmo." After a moment of silence, Sinmo said the first sentence.

"I know, you have said it just now." Saferot's expressionless face was cold and arrogant.

"Your name is Safrot." Sinmo was not angry and continued.

"Who I am and don't need you to tell me." Saferot said coldly.

"Oh, do you know my relationship with Luvian?" Sinmo asked patiently.

"You are her father." Saffrot thought for a while to reply.

"You know?" Sinmo was surprised.

"She said it in the dream."

"Haha! Still a dream." Sinmo hates this dream more and more now.

"But I don't think you will be her father, she is much stronger than you, and you are not a pure nobleman, it is impossible to have children." As a result, Saffrott was so clear that Sinmo understood. He didn't become stupid, it was pure amnesia.

"Yes, I am her adoptive father." Sinmo smiled bitterly and asked the point, "Then do you know your relationship with her?"

"Relationship..." Saffrott pondered. He didn't know how to say it. Although the impression of the past is a little bit too vague now, and the current feeling does not know how to say it, he finally shook his head, "No I know, if we are in the night clan, then we are all on the back of the dark. If we are talking about strength, she is as strong as me, and she feeds on silver blood, if we say..."

"If you say, how do you feel about her?" Sinmo interrupted his if and gave him another if.

"Feeling..." Saffrott paused, frowning, "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Sinmo couldn't help but slapped the tabletop and stood up, "You said you didn't know? Do you know what she did for you? If it weren't for you, she would have come to this point, just to save You, she left the secret party and went to Jiying Fort, torn up with the second generation, and slept till now, finally woke up, and joined the Night Clan for you. Do you know how dangerous the Night Clan is? Have you seen the tree carvings just now? Those are the people sent by our blood country to the Night Race. Everyone is strong, but what? None of them have lived for ten years."

"So what?" Compared with the excited Sinmo, Saferot seemed calm in the past, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"You... you really have completely forgotten Luvian, and she doesn't care about her life and death anymore? You used to give up the position of elder of the Mo Party for Luvian, and finally destroyed the Mo Party for her and came to Mili to stay. By her side, you can lay down your identity and become a teacher, but... you really have completely forgotten such a deep feeling, do you have no memory at all?" Sinmo fully believes that the feeling of death will be like this The fragility of people, say forget and forget, say change and change.

Saffrot said nothing, just shook his head and got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sinmo asked immediately.

"Go find her." Saferot answered lightly.

"Don't you remember her anymore?" Sinmo was puzzled.

"Even if I don't remember her in the past, but I know her again now." Saferot floated out the door like the wind, "So her life and death... have something to do with me."

"Safrot, you..." Sinmo stood at the door, watching the disappearance of the other party, and finally smiled comfortingly.

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