The Blood Hourglass

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The prom has been going on for several days, and today is the last night, but looking at Sile’s appearance, he didn't plan to find any fiancées at all. He was simply forced to sit there and deal with the famous ladies.

Mrs. Grace looked more and more impatient and helpless.

For this precious son, she gave up too much, but in the end, she only got him, and she was still invisible. She came back once in a few years and stayed at home for only half a month.

"Madam, do you want to extend the dance party tonight? It's better to go till dawn!" The housekeeper knew the madam's thoughts, so he proposed.

"No, I don't think time is a problem. The problem is Sile himself." Grace was still thinking of another person, the angel named Misselia, who had always been unfavorable towards girls, Sile treated her somewhat It's not the same, "Go and call Tweed and the others, just say I have something to look for them."

"Yes, ma'am!" The butler took the order. Grace sighed and opened the photo album. Looking at the very old photo on the front page, a girl smiled innocently, but the whole picture looked a little strange. , She was standing on one side, and there was nothing beside her, not only there was no "other half", there was also no ordinary scenery, and at this time she only stared at the blank space, as if there was not a blank space there.

If she was given another chance, then she would definitely not be the same as before, choosing to give up her future, her true love for a child. Looking at it, the secrets that had been buried for decades were revealed again.

At first, she fell in love with a special existence, but because of the bright blood flowing in her body, her father resolutely opposed it. In the end, she knew the angel, the noble existence, and the angel’s charm is powerful, which she has already deepened. Deeply experienced.

I remember when I saw him for the first time, a white robe with gold rim, huge white wings, and silver eyes and silver hair, and the elegant appearance, for a time completely confused her when she was only 19 years old, so that night , She had his baby.

My father had heard that he was very happy. Not only did he not blame her, but he kept praising her, saying that the family lineage was more pure. She was definitely a hero. She was too young at the time and only knew that her father was very happy, so she also very happy.

But when she faced her original love, she cried. For the first time, she understood that she had done something that could not be undone.

"You chose him, why did you come to me?" The other party's voice became so cold for the first time, without a trace of temperature, just like his body.

"I..." She cried and sobbed, but the other party disappeared in front of her instantly and never appeared again.

From then on, she affirmed herself that the other party did not really love her, otherwise she would not give up so easily. She kept this mentality until she gave birth to the child Slo, but the later life gave her a big blow , In normal life, he almost never appears. He did not even come to give birth. So from beginning to end, he was just a passer-by in her life. He hadn't really existed at all, and the one who had really existed was himself I gave up again ignorantly.

Thinking of this, she sighed deeply. Her life with a trace of bright blood is not long. It has been nearly two hundred years since she was born, and Slo is more than a hundred years old, although she is always called He is only in his twenties, just like his age on the surface. As for the eagerness to choose his fiancée, it is not because of his age. I am really afraid that he will embark on his own old path and suffer for a lifetime.

In fact, every time she thought of this, she didn't understand why her father cared so much about the blood of light, such a ruthless life, the longer it became, the more painful it became.

"Madam, are you looking for us?" Tweet and the boss came and saw that his wife was thinking, so they didn't dare to enter the door.

"Come in!" Grace beckoned.

"I don't know what the lady is looking for us?" Tweed asked first.

"I think you might have guessed something." Although Grace is no better than those politicians, she has learned a lot from observations these days, such as the one in front of her, "What is the origin of that girl named Jing or Luvian? How deep is Schroer's relationship with her?"

"This..." Tweet was about to say, stopped by the boss's wink.

"Let's talk! Then I'll have to ask Sele in person." Sele is her son. Although it is rare to see each other, her mother might not understand her son. She came back this time.

"Madam..." The boss hurriedly stopped the lady who was about to get up, then glanced at Tweed, and Tweed stepped forward, "Actually, the girl is a blood clan, the human name is Jing, and the blood clan's name is Luvian. As for the appearance... it's exactly the same as that Misselia, except that the color of the hair and eyes are different."

"So you think Miss Missy is her?" Grace returned to her seat, raising her head to meet Tweed's gaze.

"Yes." Tweet nodded, "I still think so."

"She used to be a nobleman, but now she is an angel? Do you think this is possible?" Grace asked calmly.

"Although it's impossible, but she gives me the same feeling as that static." Tweet has already determined that he will not change easily.

"Does Nasile care about her?" Actually, there is no need to ask, everyone already knows it.

"Yeah. Young Master cares about her very much, but it is impossible between them. She is a noble, and Young Master also killed a lot of her friends, so now she just wants to kill Young Master to avenge her friends." The second sentence interjected.

"It turned out to be like this." The last thing Grace wanted to happen happened when she didn't know it. The question now is how to stop her son from following her old path, at least not to suffer for a lifetime.

"Now Madam already knows, then we..." Although Tweed usually had some good things, he still didn't dare to say more in the face of this unlike human wife. Others don't know, they, night catchers, know that the woman in front of her is over a hundred years old, but she is neither a noble nor an angel.

"You go out!" Grace waved.

"Yes!"

Watching them leave, Grace got up too. She was going to see the Misselia again. She hadn't been here since those proms, and now she was very interested in her.

"I'm here, don't you invite me to have a cup of tea?" Suddenly a voice came from the window, hitting her like a bullet. Grace turned around slowly, her eyes moved straight to the sound source, "You..."

"It's been a long time." The other party looked tired and stood leaning against the window. There was an angel beside her, but her hair was not silver.

"You... are you okay?" Grace was really bored by his sudden appearance, and only thought of this sentence.

"Not good." The other party replied, pulling a chair and sitting down, "How about you? It looks pretty good."

"I..." Grace said, "I'm fine."

"Yeah." Sepharoth cracked the corner of his mouth, but didn't smile too much. "It seems that your original choice was right. After all, you with bright blood are fundamentally different from my nobleman."

Grace smiled bitterly and inexplicably, and looked at the other person carefully, "You really haven't changed at all, you are still so young, but...you look tired, what's the matter? Is there anything else in this world? Can you, a powerful nobleman, do this?"

Grace would say this, it's entirely a memory to blame, after all, the Saffrot she knows, no matter what happens, it is a relaxed and unconcerned meaning, speaking and doing things with calmness and careless nobility. Even though I fell off the cliff while holding her, I smiled and said to her in my arms, "Is it a good feeling?"

"Humph!" Saferot smiled self-deprecatingly. "The present is different from the past."

"Yeah! There weren't so many angels there, but now they are everywhere." Grace sighed, it's not that she hated them, but her life was ruined by them.

"I came to you today to ask you for a favor. I don't know if you want to." Saferot looked at the person in front of him, his eyes were very clear, without hesitation or ambiguity.

"Help?" Grace was surprised that the nobleman in front of him would ask others for help. Is this... still him? Saffrot, the nobleman?

"Yes, help." Saferot nodded affirmatively.

"What is it?" If you say something that even he can't do, can a woman like yourself do it? Grace expressed doubts.

"Help me invite Misselia here. I have something to find her, but it is not convenient to enter the main church as my nobleman." Saffrot looked straight at her in front of her, she changed a lot, although she said She has the blood of light, but she has seen her age in a hundred years.

"What? Do you want to see Master Misselia?" Grace was startled, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of Saferot. "She's an angel!"

"I know this." Saferot smiled faintly, with helplessness in his smile.

"Then you..." Grace suddenly felt a bitterness in her heart, but she quickly pressed it down.

"because I……"

"This is a problem between us and her, so it is inconvenient to say, please forgive me, Madam." Hong Wu suddenly interrupted and snatched Saffrott's words. Saffrot looked back at Hong Wu with a puzzled look. Hong Wu only gave a charming smile, but turned to Grace, "I wonder if Madam can help?"

"This..." If it is said that this is Saffrot's request, Grace will of course not refuse, not to mention the past between them, at the beginning, she had lost the other party first, and her own life was also saved by the other party. If you can't be a husband and wife, at least you can count as friends! So she nodded, but her expression was still very embarrassed, "I can only try, after all, she is Master Misselia, and she is not an ordinary angel. It's hard to tell if she will come."

"Thank you! Then we are waiting here." Hong Wu smiled ambiguously.

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