Chapter 356

"Zhiya --"

the closed door is pushed open by a long and pale hand, and the shadow slowly sweeps from the light colored carved wardrobe to the bedside.

The window sill moonlight is cold, that cluster of budding roses swaying in the wind, like the hostess Ivory clean skin, without a trace of defects.

She lay with her back to him, her black hair silky, and it was a beautiful sight to see as it zigzagged and scattered on the hem of the tulle.

One side of the soft bed caved in deeply.

The subtle sound of the friction of the fabric runs across the ears.

The man's chest was pasted with a soft back.

He was acutely aware of the stiffness of his opponent's body, though only for a moment.

Fanzhuo narrowed his ice blue eyes. He stretched out his long arm and simply put the other party in his arms. He said in a low voice, "are you running away from me?"

“…… No

"Then why don't you dare to look at me?"

He asked aggressively.

For a long time, the other side slowly moved his body and turned to him.

The eyes drooped over the light.

"Well --"

Lin Lang screamed with pain.

Her jaw was gripped by the claw of a pincer, and there was a convulsive pain.

"Are you afraid?"

His eyes were deep, and his calm tone was permeated with a faint smell of blood. "Why, is God's promise so untenable? You said that you like me the most despicable demon. When you are kissing, you are ready to go to death. Are these words You lied to me? "

Lin Lang shook his head and whispered, "No. I'm serious. "

"Are you serious?"

He repeated.

Lin Lang's "yes" hasn't been said yet. She is frightened by the man's frightened eyes.

Staring at him.

"In that case, it proves to me." He slowly released the hand that held her jaw and rubbed her cheek and earlobe in a tender gesture.

He untied the belt and his bathrobe fell off. When doing this action, that pair of blood pupil always stares at Lin Lang, twinkles the lustre of you enchantment.

The skeleton is tall and the lines are clear, just like a perfect artwork.

The male's hormonal breath is strong and publicized, invading every inch of her skin.

He put his hands on his ears. As he slowly fell down, his shoulder blades on both sides rose like mountains, giving birth to dangerous corners and strange strangeness.

Her teeth were hard to pry open, the sharp thin blade twisted the soft petals.

The cold breath swam in her sensitive restricted area, like a snake waiting for an opportunity. The hair behind her neck could not help but stand up, with tiny pimples.

A shudder of fear pervaded the whole body.

Because of fear, her legs curled up slightly, unconsciously forming a defensive posture.

However, the next moment, her resistance was roughly unloaded.

"Tear --"

her thin waist broke through the gap between her knees and squeezed in fiercely. Her clothes on her chest were torn open, revealing a pair of beautiful clavicles.

The greedy blood is awakened.

He was kissing crazily on a field he had never touched.

Under the feast's richness, the blasphemous sinners fall into the dreamland of confusion.

Until he tasted the liquid from his neck.

The salt is bitter.

He's awake.

She did not look at him any more. She turned her face sideways and looked at the swaying shadows at the window.

Crystal tears continue to slide, slowly into the ear sideburns, a wet.

She gave up the struggle and resistance, obediently lying under his body, like a beautiful puppet, eyes empty and lax.

"Oh, what is that?"

That's ridiculous.

A cold-blooded devil believed the lies of God.

There was a hint of irony in the corners of his mouth.

Lin Lang's weight suddenly lightened.

The sight fell into darkness.

The sheets covered her face and body.

"Pa!"

The door was heavily locked.

No more sound.

In the middle of the night, there is a full moon hanging on the thick curtain of the sky. Occasionally, several carriages roar by, and there is silence around.

In the narrow dark lane, someone was walking with a bottle of wine.

"Bang --"

he fell in an old wooden box.

"Sir! sir! Wake up

The shoulder was shaken vigorously.

The drunkard opened his eyes slowly, and the clear blue gem was filled with hazy water.

The girl was fascinated by beauty and was stunned on the spot.

This drunk unconscious, street man in the most decent suit, the outline of the handsome in the dim light, but look gorgeous.“…… Kaka? "

He squinted and asked hesitantly.

"Sir, you are mistaken; I am not. Sir... "

The girl's whole small face was red, only because the man's hand touched her neck, as gentle as a lover.

"No..." He murmured, "no, it's better."

"What do you say, sir? What's not - "

the girl's rosy cheeks twitch.

Sharp, bloody fangs pierced the fragile neck of human beings.

Merciless killing.

Look, from the beginning to the end, he is such a cold-blooded and selfish demon. How can he change himself because of an inexplicable feeling?

He is a blood race, and human life is just a toy for him. If you want to kill it, it's as easy as stepping on a mole ant.

Is she disappointed that she didn't follow her script and become a kind and kind vampire?

That's ridiculous.

If the blood clan no longer yearns for blood, sooner or later he will become the lamb of another massacre.

How long can he live without these tusks? She didn't understand. She didn't understand anything.

Blood gushes into the throat, but there is no imagination of sweetness.

Vaguely, another smell.

It's like the smell of her long hair every morning.

Also like a warm and bright afternoon, the hostess in the kitchen cooking hot water, tea wantonly diffuse.

"The man who protected me, who was not willing to hurt me, was a man who called himself a despicable vampire."

He always remembers what happened in the clock tower.

She was so sincere that she gave him her palm.

Close your eyes and trust.

Van drow's body was stiff.

“…… Get out of here. "

He squeezed a word out of his teeth.

The girl was staring at her.

"Before I change my mind."

With his fingers on his brain paralyzed by alcohol, he stifled his desire to kill.

"Sir..."

The girl looked up weakly.

“…… Go away. Don't let me say it a third time. "

The voice did not fall, chest out of a gorgeous blood flower.

"Zi -"

the girl held up a silver dagger, and her frightened eyes revealed a trace of madness and pride.

"Devil, die!"

She poked deeper.

His hands were covered with blood.

Fanzhuo's blue veins on his forehead protruded ferociously. He swallowed hard, and the palm of his hand attacked the girl's neck.

A crack in the neck.

The girl slipped from him.

Fandrow frowned and stopped looking at her.

A sharp silver dagger was thrust into his chest, and a lot of blood gushed out, soaking the white shirt inside the suit. He suppressed his cough and slowly stood up against the wall.

In vain, he fell into the abandoned wooden box again.

The wound was almost fatal.

The opponent seems to be able to predict the location of his heart in advance, impartial and accurate.

The intense pain made every nerve in his body vibrate and make a whine.

He was holding on to his teeth and sweating from his forehead.

"Dada --"

the sound of leather shoes is stepping on the stone slab.

At the end of the alley, a group of dark shadows moved slowly.

Until you show your true face.

"Second brother, how can you be so embarrassed?"

At the head is a handsome young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. He has no coat, but a loose frilly shirt. The button is untied to the third one, which shows his romantic and unruly character vividly.

Following him was noveler, whose exaggerated and gorgeous costume did not take away the focus of his delicate appearance, just like the barons in the middle ages, who slightly raised his eyebrows and showed his noble breath.

Van drow passed behind them without a trace.

Twelve brothers, all present.

Or in his most awkward, life-threatening moment.

Coincidentally, he had to question the identity of the girl.

"Are you going to rebel?"

The elder brother lay in a pool of scarlet blood, with a calm look and no panic.

He had long anticipated such a day.

Between brothers and sisters, the interests of brothers and sisters are never supreme.

The weak are not even qualified to survive.

"Rebellion? Well, I don't like the word. " "To be precise, it should be an ingenious scheme," torredo said with a smile. Second brother, I didn't ask you anything since I was a child. However, you know that I am interested in my sister. You bind her to your side with no scruple by relying on your elder brother's identity. "Since the strong can do what he wants, why can't he be the strong one who does what he wants?

"From the day you take her away, you should know how insane a jealous admirer can be."

Torreto carefree hands on the hilt.

"Unfortunately, your arrogance belittles your opponent."

So the opportunity came to me.

The elder brother pulled out his sword slowly.

The thin blade showed a pair of cruel eyes.

The smile on his lips shrank.

"Second brother, this is the last time I call you, brother. If you want to blame it, you should blame yourself for neglecting the enemy. "

His sister can only be him.

He will clear the obstacles in front of him.

Even if it's walking on the flesh and blood of my elder brother, I sing triumphantly all the way.

It's not his fault.

Oh.

Who is the blood of blood? It is cold.