The Blood Hourglass

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He bent down slightly without squinting, "Miss, can I ask you to dance together?"

"This guy!" Not far away, Hong Wu was secretly funny, but admired. If it were him, he would never dare to ask her to dance so directly, so directly grab the golden-eyed dance partner, and appear so directly. In front of them, especially after knowing that she lost her memory.

As I was walking, I was taken aback for a moment, and stepped firmly on the back of Sartres. He was also taken aback. He didn’t seem to care about this, but stopped and looked at each other, the one that disturbed our dancing. people.

"You..." Sartres wanted to say something, but the other party was so polite.

"Excuse me, excuse me, I want to ask this lady to dance, because I have something to leave first, so I don't know if this gentleman can give her to me first, I promise only one piece of music." He straightened up, he was not shorter than Satres, and...showing the mask, I met a pair of special eyes, and he had that familiar feeling all over him.

Humph! In my heart, he must have come out, coming out from the dark, it seems that his purpose is really me.

Thinking about this, I calmly took my hand out of the palm of Sateris and handed it to him. He gently shook it, and then nodded to Sateris, "Thank you very much!"

"No need!" An unpleasant flash flashed in Sartres's eyes. He did not expect that he, who had always used a smile as a normal expression, would still have an unpleasant expression, "But...she doesn't know how to dance."

"Don't worry about this, I'm the best at teaching others to dance." As he said, he had half embraced me, stepped out of the dance steps, and moved away from Sutters.

At this moment, I didn’t pay attention to Satris’s chilling eyes at all. I put my heart on the person in front of me and kept staring at him, but the mask was in the way, all I could see was the nose. The following part, except for the somewhat fuzzy gaze.

"You finally came out?" However, I am very good at feeling.

"Do you know that I am?" Holding my hand tightly, I met his gaze.

"I know, you are not the only one." It was already felt in Satrese's room.

"It seems you are much better than before!" He sighed.

"I have always been strong." This is my answer.

"You..." He only said one word and didn't continue, and I couldn't guess the following words, so we really started dancing purely, and following his steps seemed to be easier than with Sartres Many.

"Don't worry, go slowly, don't look at my feet, don't look at your own feet, the more you look, the more you will step on it." He said quietly in my ear.

"Yeah." I replied, flattening my eyes, and stopped looking at anyone's foot. I just felt that he was going to step out of that foot and step out there again, so I followed.

The strange thing is, I really didn’t step on him, even if I went wrong sometimes, but his feet seemed to know my mistake first, so he left there early, the more he jumped, the more natural he became, the more relaxed, and finally followed the tune , I feel the randomness and ease of being swayed by the wind.

"Very good, this is dancing." He leaned closer and praised.

"Thank you for teaching me dancing." I replied, continuing to enjoy the happiness of moving with the wind.

"No, I can dance with you. I should be thankful." He said, his arms around my waist tightened, and I couldn't help but move closer to his arms, but it was just that, he no longer had Any other move.

Looking at him in this way, until the end of the song, he took me back to Satreus as promised before, and finally handed me into his hands.

"Thank you!" He smiled at me politely, and then left.

Seeing him leave like this, I just think it's just a passerby.

Because of my injuries, Satris did not ask to continue dancing, but took me back to the rest area and sat down.

"Who is he?" As soon as I returned to the table and sat down, Ritter couldn't wait to speak.

"I don't know." I shook my head, picked up the cup of tea on the table, and took a sip.

"But I think he treats you very... kindly!" Reiter's words with deep meaning and nasty made me raise my head, revealing the golden eyes and staring at him fiercely, "Why not? You are more kind to me."

"My lord..." Reiter was surprised, but I didn't expect me to reply.

"I'm tired! Go back!" I don't want to bother with him again, the reason is very simple, this person, I don't like it, even the most ordinary talk.

"But..." Sartre looked at Ritter, and then at the standing Mrs. Grace, her face was a little unsightly, "We're just here!"

"If the adults are tired, and there is a room upstairs, you can go and rest!" Seeing me and Satris looking at each other, no one will let me, Mrs. Grace suggested cleverly.

"Okay, please lead the way!" So Grace and I left the hall and walked upstairs.

"Master Rite speaks more casually, but it is definitely not intended to target Master Missilia, please don't be angry, Master." Grace said as she walked.

"Yes, he doesn't respect anyone." I replied coldly.

"Master Missilia speaks really interesting." She said, she laughed softly.

Walking all the way upstairs, she chose a room for me until the third floor, opened the door, and led me into the room, "This is specially prepared for you, Master Misselia, please see. If you are not satisfied, there are other rooms upstairs."

This room is not big, but it can’t be said to be small. There are a few chairs along the wall in the room. On the left is a large vanity mirror, on the right is a small balcony and glass sliding door, and there is a small rectangular table in the middle. There is also a chair, the table and chair are all golden piping. There is a bed in the innermost part of the room, single, with a ceiling drape above it. The whole room is dominated by dark blue, whether it is the tent, bed cover, curtain and chair back, in short, it gives a clean feel.

"I like it very much." I looked back at her, a woman in her forties with a face under 30, not with heavy makeup, but with her own temperament and cultivation.

"Just like it." She smiled, lovingly, "Then I won't bother you to rest."

"Yeah." I nodded to her, and she retreated and closed the door. Only me was left in the room. Of course, I didn't really want to rest, so I walked to the small balcony, pulled off my hood, and raised my head to breathe. A breath of air.

"Tired?" He was there, in fact, I had already felt his footsteps.

"No!" I replied. His appearance, his tone, and the feeling he gave me were very strange. If you want to be specific, you can't say it.

"Then you hate them?" He stood behind me, within a step of distance.

"I don't like anyone." I am Misselia, the most noble being, for them, at most it is just pity, not liking.

"Then if I said, would you please leave with me, would you?" He stepped forward, at such a close distance, I could feel the breath he brought out when he spoke.

"No." I turned my head and looked directly into his eyes. He is now without a mask, with gold-rimmed glasses, and blood-colored eyes with white skin. Generally speaking, he looks very good.

"Why?" He stretched out his hand and stopped on my shoulder, but there was no real touch.

"Who are you, why should I go with you, I am the noble being, the next lord **** in heaven, I have a place where I want to go, and I will not leave with anyone." I answered him very clearly , Seeing his surprised and disappointed eyes, I think he understood.

"I..." He raised his head abruptly, but met my merciless and clear gaze and dropped again.

"Someone is coming!" I reminded, feeling someone approaching this room.

"Yeah." He replied and disappeared.

"Boom boom boom!" After a while, someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in!" I answered the door sideways.

"Miss, this is the black tea the lady asked me to bring." A little girl, as tall as me.

"Well, put it on the table!" I glanced at her, and then I turned my head and looked out the window.

"Yes!" She put down the tea set in her hand, then turned and walked out, closing the door.

"This tea tastes good! You have a cup too?" I haven't turned around. He has already sat at the table. Gu Zi poured a cup of tea and tasted it. Seeing me looking at him, he smiled at me.

"Yeah." I replied and came to the table. He personally moved a chair for me and sat side by side with him.

"It tastes good." I also took a sip of tea.

"Do you like black tea or green tea?" he asked suddenly.

"I..." I paused and felt dizzy.

"Black tea or green tea?" There was such a sentence in my mind, followed by a dizziness. Instead of picking up the teacup, my outstretched hand overturned the teacup.

"You...what's the matter?" He hurriedly straightened the teacup, then grabbed my hand, "Is it all right?"

"I..." After being called by him, I suddenly woke up and my head was no longer dizzy, so I shook my head, "It's okay."

"It's okay!" He breathed a sigh of relief, and poured me a cup of tea, "but now there is only black tea."

"Yeah." I nodded. Passed the tea and took a sip, "It tastes good."

"Yes! Not bad." He looked down at the tea in the cup, frowning.

"How?" Seeing him so, I asked casually.

"It's just that no one makes it delicious." He said, looking up at me.

Who? I think the average person would ask this, but I don’t, "She loves tea too?"

"Well, I remember when we first met, she asked me, black tea or green tea?" He said lightly, his eyes falling on my face, not looking at me, as if looking at something through me. Or somebody.

"Oh." Why... His words are exactly the same as in my mind just now, is it a coincidence~

"But...some time ago, something happened to me, so I forgot about her, but...in the depths of my soul, she...will never disappear." He looked at me and told another person's story , I just listened casually, without any expression. After all, I didn't have this kind of feeling, and I didn't want to try it. It seemed...not happy. To me, happiness and happiness are actually nothing.

Deep in my soul, there is a feeling: I am God, and God does not have these complicated and headache-inducing feelings.

"You think of her now, but she's not here, right?" After listening to him, I probably guessed the following result.

"Well, maybe she also had an accident and forgot about me." He felt.

"Maybe you shouldn't wake up." I think, if so, everyone seems to be free.

"Sooner or later, she will wake up, too." He lowered his head to drink tea, halfway through, and suddenly raised his head, "I think I should go, if I have a chance, I will invite you to drink tea."

"Yeah." I replied softly. He put down the empty teacup and leaped out of the window invisibly, "But...maybe there is no chance."

"Boom boom boom~" The door was knocked again.

"Please come in!" I was facing the door.

"It's you?" I didn't expect it to be him.

"Since Miss Micilia thinks the ball is boring, I'll invite you to watch the execution." He looked at me calmly, as if someone else was about to be executed.

"Okay." I put down the cup in my hand, got up and followed him out of the room.

"My lord's injury is really all right?" the human who injured me asked.

"Yes, but it's not a big deal." I answered truthfully.

"Actually, I didn't mean to hurt Master Misselia, but you..." He seemed to apologize, but he was not straightforward, so I interrupted him, "Your Hidden Arrow is in Sartre. In Reese's hand, if you still want it, ask him to get it."

"I..." He was taken aback for a moment, and he was speechless. It took a while before he came back to his senses, "No need."

"Do you have another one?" I blurted out.

"No, no, no, it's just that I decided not to use Xiujian again." When he went downstairs, he bowed his head and walked forward, and once again came to the original backcourt. At this time, many people were already standing in the field. Some important people are there, such as Slaughter, Gretel, Ritter and Sartres, and there are several human beings I don't know, and I can't name them.

As soon as we arrived, everyone was righteous. An unknown human was already holding a copper whip whose root is thicker than a finger. He glanced at Tweed next to me. Tweed took the initiative to walk towards him and he asked, "Do you want to tie it up?"

"No," the other party replied.

"Okay, brother, bear with me." As he said, I saw Tweed sticking to the wall with his back facing us. The vicious middle-aged man walked away a few steps and waved the whip in his hand, "Pop! "", he drew heavily on the opponent's back, and only heard a muffled "Ah!", Tweed's clothes were pulled open, with **** traces.

There was another "pop!" followed by that muffled grunt, but it was a bit bigger than before.

Looking at his back, I only felt that there was something floating in my head, but I couldn't catch it at all, so I chased it further away, but it turned out to be dizzy again, worse than before, unexpectedly fell. Arrived on Sile who was aside.

"How are you? Is the injury still not healed?" He half embraced me with an anxious look, making it seem to know me.

"Master Missilia!" Satresi took me from his arms very unceremoniously, "How are you?"

"I'm dizzy, go back!" I leaned against him and replied uncomfortably.

"Then he..." Sile asked and looked at Tweet and the others. Due to my sudden accident, everyone stopped moving.

"Forget it, that's it." I glanced at the flowered back and shook my head, "Let's go back."

"Yes! Master Missilia." Satresi hugged me and left, dropping a **** execution ground, but what they saw from their faces turned out to be grateful.

Humans! What a strange creature!

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