The Blood Hourglass

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I think she was telling Sartres in the last two sentences, after all, I have never heard of Slo, and Ritter.

Along the way, the long corridors are similar to those in the temple, except for a little bit of majesty and luxury, and they are more humane, but...I don't seem to hate this humanized feeling.

As I walked, I watched. They talked and laughed in front of me. I just followed. I don’t have any sense of familiarity with this human world. I look at everything in front of me, at least when I first met. Freshness.

"I heard that you are going to have a dance party?" Satris glanced at the person behind him and saw that she was not unhappy, so he turned his head and continued to talk and laugh with Grace next to her.

"Well, it's not because of the child Slo, who finally came back this time, I must let him make the marriage decision." Grace's smile was filled with helplessness, the husband who had or didn't have, made Slo seemed to be living in a single-parent family, and she, the mother, felt ashamed of him, doing whatever he wanted, so much so that his marriage had been delayed until now.

"Yeah, that's right! But I didn't expect that he would come back obediently by himself!" Although Sartres didn't have much contact with Sile, he had heard a lot about him from Grace and Ritter. Will not go home easily.

"He couldn't help it. This time he suffered a serious injury and had to come back to recuperate, otherwise he wouldn't come back by himself." Grace said of the injury, her tone softened a lot. After all, that was her only son. Usually he doesn't listen to her, she is angry, if something happens to him, she will be the first to worry.

"Injured? How come? Isn't Rite always by his side?" Sartres was surprised.

"Oh! I also feel weird and asked them how they got hurt, but they didn't say anything, they always felt that there was a problem." Grace said, turning her head, "If possible, I would like to ask Master Sartres. Regarding Reiter, I really don’t want this to happen again."

"Okay, wait for me to ask, the owner can rest assured that Rite will never let Sile have an accident." Saturis naturally knows that Rite's task is to assist the night catcher, if the leader of the night catcher When he died, Rite was dereliction of duty. Even if he ignored the punishment of dereliction of duty, Nasile still had a blood relationship with him! Humans say it well, blood is thicker than water!

"Well, I understand." Grace also knew the relationship between them.

Along the corridor, step by step, turn, and finally came to the front of Yi Yi Building, which seems to be the main house of this villa.

"Two adults, please!" She stepped sideways to let us go forward, and Saturus naturally took another step sideways to let me go forward. I glanced at him coldly, he was still so smiling, stepped into the house, this is a living room, the decoration is more luxurious than the one just now, the surrounding decorations make me a little bit too bright Open your eyes.

"Mother, they are..." There were already people in the hall, more than one or two, but I squinted and didn't see clearly, only heard the other person speak.

"Satress! Why...you will come to the world too?" The other party, with a bright sunny face, greeted him.

"It's not that White hasn't fully become the task." Satresi also walked in front of me and greeted the other with a smile.

"This is..." The man who just called his mother stared at Ritter blankly, Ritter smiled, "You haven't heard of him yet! He is not an ordinary angel, like him The highest existence of Golden Eyes is not a few in heaven."

"Hello, my name is Sartres!" Sartres politely stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

"Hello. This is Sile." The other party also stretched out his hand.

"Okay, I'll recognize each other now." The guy named Ritter said, turning his body sideways, as if trying to avoid Sartres looking down at me behind him.

"Well, you guys have some tea here first, and I'll prepare lunch." With that, Grace left.

"What are you looking at?" Sartres smiled, and patted Rite's arm. "She is not an ordinary angel. With a word from you, there are not many adults like her in heaven."

"Master Missilia, please sit down!" Satreus said, stepping aside, so that everyone can see my existence.

"She?" As soon as I stood up, everyone was shocked, not only the human Slo, but also the angel Rite, and even those who stood aside and didn't make a sound could not believe it. Stared at my face.

"What's the matter? Have you met Master Misselia?" Sartres asked puzzledly.

"She..." Sile just kept watching like this, with a variety of emotions in his eyes, surprised, unwilling, helpless, and ashamed. In short, the complex infiltrating together shows that human beings are a very emotional ethnic group.

"She's really Missilia?" Although Ritter was also surprised, curious, and unexpected, he recovered very quickly, only to confirm.

"Of course." Satris looked back at me, but I was not looking at her, but staring at the red-haired and red-eyed woman standing in the corner. So he replied.

"But... she looks very similar to a woman we know." Rite retracted his gaze and looked at Sartres, trying to find the answer in his golden eyes.

"Oh? Where is she? Can you let me see, who can be comparable to our Miss Missilia!" Sartres had already guessed in his heart that they must be talking about Misselia's past identity, but But he couldn't break it. This was an order from the patriarch.

"I don't know, she hates Sile very much now, it's better not to meet her, or maybe he will want to..." Ritter said with a smile.

"Well, they shouldn't be alone." Slo suddenly opened his mouth, then turned back to the table and took a sip of the tea on the table.

"Why are you so sure?" Satris asked casually.

"Because they have different appearances, and..." Slo will never forget the hateful look when she pierced the blood-colored long knife into his body. Such a look is completely invisible in her eyes. . So he was certain that this Misselia would not be her, nor the one who wanted to kill him.

"She doesn't want to kill the master!" The red-eyed woman suddenly spoke.

"What? Who wants to kill you?" Grace just stepped in the door.

"Of course it's the vampires, they want to kill us all." Seeing that Sile had no answer, Rite helped to deal with it.

"Oh." Grace said, serving countless refreshments. "Come on, sir, sit down and talk slowly."

"Okay!" As I said, Satris took me and some people from the other party all sat at the table, drinking tea and eating snacks, looking at the tea cup in my hand, there was something familiar in my mind It feels like a flash, no trace can be found.

"What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable, miss?" Sartres always watched my every move carefully. I frowned, and I caught his eyes in the blink of an eye.

"It's okay." I shook my head, lowered my eyebrows and took a sip of tea.

"What's the matter? When did you care about girls so much for Sartres?" Although Ritter has silver eyes, he has always been familiar with Sartres, and he doesn't need to pay attention to these identity scruples when speaking.

"Rite, don't talk nonsense!" Sutheris suddenly looked serious and very serious, "She is not something you can use to joke about."

"What's wrong with this! Although she is a golden eye, I feel that she is not as strong as you!" Although Rite was a little surprised, he had already felt her strength from the moment the other party stepped in here. It is Jinmu, but she is not strong.

"Rite!" Sartres's expression became more severe. "She is now my master and the next master **** appointed by my god, so... you better pay attention to your words."

"She..." As soon as Ritter heard this, he couldn't help but turned his head to pay attention to me. The people on the table also focused their eyes on me, and even the people standing behind them were watching me.

"This time, my **** asked Misselia to come to the world to perform miracles as a saint. In fact, he wants human beings to see the existence of the true **** and the appearance of the future lord god, so as not to let them worship blindly."

"But she..."

"Hahaha!" In my soul, she laughed.

"What's so funny?" I was a little unhappy.

"It's not that you are too weak to even look down on him, don't you think this is ridiculous?" She said, and continued to laugh, her laughter hit my soul, I just felt the headache was unbearable, ten fingers grabbed my head, but This kind of pain seems to be deeper, "short"

"Master Misselia! How are you?" Satris beside me nervously supported me.

"I..." I opened my closed eyes slightly and looked at him, "It's okay."

"Is it really okay? You don't seem to be very good." Satris is really nervous, after all, if something happens to her, the patriarch is really hard to explain, "I will send you back to rest now! "

"I... it's okay." In the depths of her soul, she stopped laughing. I felt a little more comfortable and relieved. "I just felt a little uncomfortable in my head just now, but I'm fine now."

"That's good." Seeing my open brows, he relaxed.

"She..." Reiter said, but as soon as he said a word, he met Sartres's stern gaze and immediately changed his mouth, "What's the matter with Miss Missilia? Are you feeling well?"

"Sir, she was seriously injured before and only woke up. Originally, I didn't want her to come out and walk around, but she came to the world for the first time and wanted to look around, so I walked around with her." Satresi smiled Then, I poured another cup of tea for me.

"Seriously injured? Who would dare to hurt her?" In Ruite's memory, such golden eyes, even silver eyes, did not dare to do anything with them, let alone those creatures in the world.

"I don't know, she was already injured when Lord Stei sent it." Satris completely accepted the patriarch's statement. The one in front of him was Lord Missilia, not the nobleman who was injured by Will. So there are many things that he will not know. Even if he does, he should forget it now, let alone tell others.

"Oh." Rete responded, and then looked back at me carefully, facing his sunny gaze, I just frowned unhappily, looked away, not looking at him, but moved away But his eyes met him, the human named Sile. I know what he and all the humans here are thinking. Maybe they are the same as the three people who met in the hotel. They think of me as that girl. I don’t like this kind of skepticism, so I opened my eyes. Mouth, "I am not the girl named Luvian."

"Do you...know Luvian?" His gaze lifted, and he asked back after spending half a second.

"She also has a name called Jing, isn't it?" Looking at him, my eyes were as clear as water.

"Who are you...?" The snack in his hand fell on the table, but his hand was still held up, motionless.

"My name is Misselia." Why don't they believe me how I say it, can it be said that I really look like that human girl?

"Then how do you know Luvian, and the name Jing?"

"I met a few humans on the road just now, and they mistakenly identified me as Luvian, but I will definitely not be her, because she is a human, and I am not." I calmly explained again, originally being regarded as another It feels really bad.

"But your appearance, even the frowning look, is the same as hers, except for the silver hair and golden eyes." He looked at me madly, as if my relationship with him was not normal.

"So, I am not her. The silver hair and golden eyes represent that I am an angel, and she...should be a human." Looking at the idiot in his eyes, I just felt that human beings have too much emotion, so I looked away again, and this time simply Looking at the tea cup in his hand.

"Yeah! You won't be her, she will never appear in front of me again." He sighed and bowed his head and said nothing.

Sutheris naturally knew who she was, whether it was a human or a nobleman, or the adult in front of him, but he pretended not to know anything, drinking tea quietly, and occasionally eating a small snack.

"By the way, the owner, when does the prom begin?" In order to break the deadlock, Reiter turned to Grace and asked.

"Tomorrow night! Maybe it will be a few nights in a row." Grace then looked away from her son and looked back at Ritter, the son of her husband, but a noble angel, and sometimes she feels sorry for herself. Son, if he is not a human being, but an angel, then Sile may be as strong as Ritter and immortal.

"Then, Sartres and the others came by a coincidence!" Reiter said and looked at Sartres. "Now this dance party, you must attend!"

"But Miss Micilia's body..." Satris hesitated.

"I'm fine." In fact, I just don't want to go back to that shrine so early, and staying there always makes me uncomfortable.

"That's good! Come on, how about the next few tricks we have to go to?" Raitra held on to Sartres, did he find an opponent, Rattle didn't want to let go.

"Okay! We haven't been recruited for several years, Misselia's lord, I..." Satris was taken away by Ritter before he finished speaking.

"Haha! Rite, the child, Miss Misselia, please don't mind." Grace said politely.

"It's okay." I responded faintly, and continued to drink tea.

"How about... let's go and see?" A human standing behind Slo suggested.

"Okay! Master Missilia, what do you think?" When Satris was not there, Grace took a mouthful of Master Missilia.

"Yeah, you can." As I said, I got up, followed them and walked back. Grace had been walking with me politely, smiling and talking casually, and I had nothing to say. Should be several times.

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