The Blood Hourglass

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When I walked through the old road and came to the old castle, the sky was completely dark, the stars in the night sky, the moon like a hook, and the old castle under the silver light was even more weird.

"Who made its owner always a vampire!" Thinking like this, I pushed open the courtyard door that was never locked, and walked towards the blood rose in the backyard.

"Mom, I found Brother St. Grad, maybe you don't know his name, but I think you will never forget your little duke! It's him, he is now the elder of the secret party, He will take good care of and protect me in the future, don't worry!" I stood silently in front of the scarlet rose and said in my heart.

The blood rose in the night with dewdrops appears even more red, as alluring as blood flowing out. I just stood silently like a wax statue, without movement, sound, and expression change, there was just the beating heart that no one could see.

"Excuse me, excuse me!" Suddenly a gentle-sounding voice said behind him.

"Me?" I asked without looking back.

"Yes," he replied.

"What's the matter?" I asked coldly. Because I didn’t want to talk too much to him, because I knew who he was behind me. The night was heavy, the wilderness was in the wild, and there was no sound of walking. Apart from being a vampire, I really wanted to There is no second possibility.

"I would like to ask, why the color of this rose is so bright, it is obviously the same type but so different from the ones next to it, it can almost be said to be a world of difference?" It seems that he, like me, is also admiring The flowers of this blood ghost.

"Why should I tell you?" I didn't intend to answer his question, so I asked back.

"Since the lady doesn't want to tell me, then forget it." He said helplessly. After that, there was no more movement, I think he should have left! And after I continued to stand for a while, I decided to leave. But when I walked past the entrance of the hall, a ray of light suddenly shot out from the dark hall.

"Who would come here and turn on the chandelier?" I was very curious. In the past few decades, no one has taken the initiative to walk in here.

"Could it be that vampire just now?" But I immediately denied myself. When a vampire broke into someone else's house, it shouldn't turn on the lights! So curiously I pushed open the door of the hall, and saw the large hanging class in the hall opened. Under the chandelier stood a man with his back facing me. Looking at his back, I was sure he was a stranger. And he was fascinated by the huge abstract painting hanging on the main wall of the hall. As for whether he was the person talking to me in the backyard just now, I don't know.

Speaking of that oil painting, I don't know much about it. I don't know its author, its origin, or the thought it wants to express. The only thing that can be seen from the surface is that it is an abstract painting composed of various lines and figures in red and black.

"Who are you?" I asked coldly, standing at the door of the hall. I didn't get angry because a stranger broke into my home without authorization. Maybe it was because I no longer regarded it as a home!

"Sorry, I accidentally walked here along that old road. I didn't expect that there would be such an ancient castle here. I saw that the door was not locked, so out of curiosity, I pushed the door and walked in." He said. Bian turned around to apologize to me, but his answer did not tell me his identity.

"The kindergarten male aunt, or the elementary school teacher?" I couldn't help asking when I saw him wearing glasses, gentle and gentle.

"Why did the young lady ask that?" He smiled slightly and asked puzzledly.

"You look like this, anyone who looks at it will ask the same question as me." I replied coldly and walked in, and when I passed him, I turned and walked to the side of the kitchen. And he still stood there thinking about something, maybe he was thinking, what part of his face looks like an aunt or a teacher!

"Are you the one who asked me the question?" I asked while boiling the water in the kitchen.

"Yeah! Are you going to tell me the reason why those roses are **** now?" He said in the hall.

"Looking at the white roses under the moonlight, you will feel that they are as pure as angels. When you face the blood roses, you find that they are actually the same kind, but they are different in color, but the angels and the devil are only It's just the same type with different colors." I said to myself coldly, but my voice was not good enough for him to hear clearly.

"So you planted angels and demons in the yard!" He exclaimed.

"You can think so too." I have no objection. It’s just that if I can really plant both angels and demons in my yard, then this human world is really only human. I just don’t know if that kind of human world is what people really want. In my opinion, too Many human beings have never known what they really want.

"Black tea or green tea?" I asked when the water boiled.

"Maybe it's the same to you!" But before he could answer, I said.

"In this case, there is no need to trouble, and you are as good as you, Miss!" He answered politely.

"Please drink tea, please sit down." I brought the tea to the sofa in the living room, and he followed along, so I brought him a cup of tea.

"Thank you, Miss!" He took the teacup and thanked me politely and sat down opposite me.

"Who are you?" I took a sip of the tea, staring coldly into his eyes and asked.

"Vampire, didn't you know it a long time ago?" He answered calmly.

"I'm asking what is your name?" My pair asked clearly.

"Call me Thrall," he said with a smile.

"Then Thrall, why did you come here? Stop telling me that you came here after walking on the old road, or getting lost, looking for someone or something, just let the name be fake, but I don’t want to listen to these boring fakes anymore. Reason." I continued to ask coldly.

"Just now I thought you were not an ordinary little girl, and now I am even more sure. Let’s not talk about this calmness in the face of vampires. Just your compelling aura makes people feel like you are talking to yourself. Speak to the owner." He said softly, as if his face had only this expression.

"Whether you praise me or demean me, if you praise me, then I will accept it." I took another sip of tea and said.

"But why can't I really be lost or looking for someone?" He pulled back to the original question.

"Lost, huh! There is only one way, just go back. As for finding someone! I only live here, and I don’t know you, so you can’t come to me, then you are Who is it for?" I explained it very clearly.

"Miss is really smart!" He praised, and then explained, "Actually, I heard that a very important person of mine died not long ago, so my heart was a little confused, and I walked around all the time, and the result came. Here. This time I am telling the truth completely, there is no lie." Finally he promised. Judging from his expression, it should be the truth, but is his expression true?

"In fact, why did you come here does not make much sense to me." Then I said indifferently, as if I was playing with him from start to finish, but he didn't look angry at all, but he was already There is no longer just a simple expression like the beginning.

"Miss, I'm very curious about a question, don't know if I can ask?" He just took a sip of tea and asked.

"Yes." I said coldly, then lowered my head to drink tea.

"Since the young lady knows that I am a vampire, she is not afraid of me, but she still invites me to drink tea. This makes Xia really puzzled." He pointed out the question.

"Are you curious about me asking you to drink tea?" I asked Qingdao.

"Of course it's more than that. For example, if you are not afraid of me, it is enough to make me curious." He denied.

"Then why don't you want to know the reason?" I asked coldly.

"Yes! It's just that I'm afraid the lady won't tell me, so I didn't ask." He replied very honestly.

"I can remind you a little, but you have to tell me first, why should I have to be afraid of you?" I said again.

"Humans are afraid of vampires, isn't this already common sense?" He replied.

"This is good common sense, but how can you be sure that I am a human?" I looked at his gentle face of the elementary school teacher and smiled coldly.

"Although you look at your clothes more like vampires than humans, but I don't feel the smell of every vampire in you. That is the smell of blood on every inch of your body that has been condensed by sucking blood for a long time. The explanation is very clear.

"Huh! Really! What if I never, or only **** blood once?" I asked curiously. To be honest, with a body shape that no one can see clearly, I really don't know whether it is good or bad, whether it should be happy or sad.

"It's impossible. As a vampire, if you don't have a vampire for a long time, you won't be able to live, and the pain it brings is unbearable." He replied solemnly.

"Then you treat me as a human being!" I said lightly.

"Could you please tell me how to call the young lady? I don't want to call the young lady like this all the time." He suddenly changed the subject.

"Now I am Jing'er!" Looking at everything familiar to me, I can still feel my father's figure going back and forth in the hall, and I can hear my father's cry for me to eat, "Jing'er!"

"Jing'er, a human name!" His mind turned really fast. Then the two of us sat and drank tea quietly, waiting, waiting for someone to speak, waiting for the passage of time.

"By the way, I have been admiring the painting on the wall just now, Jinger, do you know who the author is?" He broke the calm first.

"I don't know, it may be a vampire!" I guessed wildly.

"Since you don't know, why would you guess it was painted by a vampire?" He asked puzzled.

"The first is because of its colors, red and black, aren't these the two colors that vampires come into contact with the most?" I first explained.

"Interesting!" He sighed and asked, "What about the second one?"

"Second, because the owner here is a vampire?" I said calmly.

"Didn't you say that only you live here? Why do you say that the owner here is a vampire? Are you really a vampire?" He looked surprised, as if he did not believe the possibility he had heard. .

"Don't be so surprised. I said that the owner refers to the real owner of this castle, and I am just its current inhabitant." Although I said so, everyone knows that now I am the real owner of this castle. The owner, and I am indeed a real vampire, more real than Lisa and Sinmo.

"The real master, who is he?" he asked hurriedly, as if waiting for me to say the person's name.

"Count Dracula, I think you have heard of this name!" I asked calmly.

"Of course I have heard that he was still my good friend, where is he now?" He suddenly became happy, as if he could meet his good friend soon.

"I don't know, my mother said, he disappeared before I was born!" I answered truthfully.

"Really!" He answered softly, the happiness on his face dimmed suddenly.

"It seems that you lost two important people suddenly today!" I exclaimed.

"Forget it! You said your mother told you, what about your mother?" He asked again.

"Gone, disappeared, or died, you can use that kind of word to modify it." I Gu Zuo replied indifferently.

"Sorry to mention your sadness, but your mother is really a vampire?" He looked sorry at first, but immediately became curious.

"Yes, there is nothing to hide from vampires." I confessed.

"So you are a pure noble?" He asked step by step.

"Isn't this a plain fact?" I asked casually.

"So you haven't woken up yet?" He chased after him.

"What do you think?" I asked meaningfully.

"Now I finally know why you are not afraid of me, so you are also a vampire!" He suddenly sighed.

"Do you think so?" I asked non-questioningly, because he was totally wrong to think so. In fact, people are afraid of vampires, not because of its title, but because they are much stronger than themselves. Power, in front of him, like a small worm, he can't stand a slight pinch. So, if I were a vampire, although I might be closer to him in strength, wouldn't I need to be afraid of him?

"However, I still think it's not that simple." It seems that the cleverness written on his face is not fake at all.

"Simple is not simple, different people have different opinions." I am vague.

"That's right, but, do you invite others to drink tea when you meet vampires?" He suddenly smiled and asked.

"Do you think vampires are like summer bugs, everywhere you can meet them anytime?" I retorted coldly.

"This is also true. Vampires are the rarest creatures in this world." He said.

"But I really can't meet them less, but not everyone has the luck to let me make tea for him." I suddenly denied my argument.

"Do girls all talk like that? It's a positive sentence, but a negative sentence." He smiled curiously.

"Hmph, maybe, maybe not." I replied faintly.

"I think talking to you is just like talking to God. It's true and false, and the depth is always incomprehensible." He shook his head and complained.

"I'm telling the truth." I promised.

"So, you really have seen a lot of vampires, except for your relatives, of course." He confirmed.

"It's not a lot, there should be three or two people who have been with each other before!" I said casually.

"So when you face a vampire, you are not so scared anymore?" He said and went back to the previous question, showing that he is an extremely thoughtful person.

"Maybe, but when I first saw them, I was never afraid." I overturned his conclusion again.

"It's a pity!" He suddenly sighed strangely, and couldn't answer the conversation with me at all.

"What a pity?" I had to ask.

"It's a pity that you are not a real vampire yet, and you still won't live by blood." He showed a helpless expression.

"What does it matter if I am bloodthirsty now?" I asked disdainfully, because in my opinion, bloodthirsty is not a good thing. Even if blood will bring you strength, even if you can become a powerful vampire, How about it, isn't it even worse than a human being without the power of a chicken?

"Then I will take you away today." He said to me with a foolish smile.

"Where to take me?" I asked puzzled.

"Where? Of course it is my home. I want you to stay with me all the time and make tea for me." He raised the tea cup in his hand and smiled gently.

"Humans can't go?" Although I don't want to go, I still want to ask clearly what is wrong with humans in his eyes.

"No, in my home, humans can't survive at all." His expression told me that all he said was the truth.

"Humph! Then you can turn me into a vampire!" I smiled coldly and suggested.

"No! This...I can't do this!" He said sincerely.

"For you, I don't think it's difficult!" I suddenly said proudly.

"Because I now find that I like you very much, your tone of voice, your character, your courage to put nothing in your eyes. But the more I like you, the more I can't hurt you." His eyes straightened. He looked at me and answered, as if he wanted me to see sincerity in his eyes.

"Like?" I said disdainfully.

"Of course!" he confirmed.

"For a vampire, can you still have such extravagant feelings?" I stared back at him coldly, without any embarrassment.

"Compared to me, it seems that you are a vampire who has experienced thousands of years!" He exclaimed with a smile. At this moment, I heard the sound of a car's engine outside the door getting closer, as if it was almost in front of the old castle.

"It seems that you have guests here, do you need me to avoid them, so as not to frighten them." He stood up and planned to avoid them.

"No, it's impossible for my guest to be frightened by a vampire who looks like a teacher." I stopped. So he sat back and continued to drink the already cold cup of tea in his hand, but I think it will be the same for him, cold and hot, sweet and sour.

"That's because you don't know me!" He smiled evilly and sighed. But I ignored his sigh. I got up and went to the kitchen to take out the bottle of hot water. First I refilled myself with a cup of steaming tea. When I refilled tea for him, I saw Old Chen hurriedly. Push the door and ran in.

"Miss, you really need to be here! The master is almost worried to death, and is looking for you everywhere!" Old Chen said before he could even breathe.

"If there is anything to worry about, I just come back to this house and have a look." I replied lightly.

"Come on, Lao Chen, sit down and have a cup of tea, and take a breath." Then I poured another cup of tea for Lao Chen and handed it to him who came to me.

"Thank you, Miss, but how can the young lady come to such a far place alone in such a dark night, what can I do if I encounter any danger!" The old mother Chen got up, without even noticing the existence of Thrall.

"If something happens, I will protect her." Thrall said first.

"Are you?" Old Chen only discovered his existence at this time and asked curiously.

"I am a friend your young lady just met." He said passionately.

"Really? Miss." Old Chen asked suspiciously.

"Forget it!" I wanted to say that we only met for two or three hours. We weren't friends at all, and even the name he gave was fake. But I was afraid that Old Chen was worried about it, so I had to do things perfunctorily, so as not to make trouble.

"Jing'er, you really have to be here!" At this moment, a gust of wind passed and Sinmo was already standing in the middle of the hall.

"That's it for today, I have to go home, and my dad has come to pick me up himself!" I smiled coldly and said to him.

"Please! But I hope there will be some time later." He stood up and said politely.

"He is?" Sinmo asked curiously.

"He said his name is Thrall." I faintly replied and stood up, just about to lift my foot to walk, but a sharp pain came from the back of my foot. I couldn't stand for a while and almost fell down. Fortunately, he stretched out in a hurry. Help, hold me.

"What's the matter?" He asked with a look of concern.

"Jing'er, are you hurt?" Sinmo also came to my side and asked nervously.

"It's just my feet." When I looked down, I found that the roots of both feet were bruised, and there was a lot of blood.

"Come on, let me take you to the car! If you are like this, it is better not to walk around." Sinmo hugged me. And I did not refuse. He is now my dad. It's no big deal to do this. Even before, doesn't he often hug me! It feels good to be hugged anyway.

"Farewell!" Sinmo hugged me and said to Thrall.

"Please!" Thrall let in.

"I don't think we will see each other again. I have no interest in a teacher-like vampire, no! It should be said that I have no interest in vampires." I was in Sinmo's arms and finally said to him.

"But I am very interested in you, miss you, so I think we will have a goodbye one day." Hearing my words, he replied politely.

Listening to his answer, I have nothing to say. He can think whatever he likes. It has nothing to do with me anyway. In this way, I was picked up by Sinmo, and then Old Chen drove us out of the castle, leaving the guy with the pseudonym Thrall.

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