Chapter 357

"Brother, my brother will send you here."

The young man's golden hair was shining in the moonlight, beautiful and shining. His deceptive appearance was comparable to Apollo in Greek mythology.

But his heart was not merciful and generous.

His lips curled up, and the silver sword in his hand was sent to his brother's most lethal place without hesitation.

The sky was gray, and the dark clouds were pressing wildly.

Suffocating.

A heavy rain came suddenly.

It washes the scarlet all over the ground and covers up all the sounds.

"Dida -"

bleeding at finger suture.

Unlike ordinary people, this blood is golden, floating light.

Holy and dazzling.

Toredo's cold pupils reflected a slender figure. The other party knelt on the ground in confusion. His long black hair was scattered on the snow-white skirt, and he grasped the edge of his sword with one hand.

Hengsheng's misfortune made his brother's brother stunned.

Stupefied, I don't know what to do.

He clearly saw the faint trace of wings.

Six wings -

that's not the characteristic of a demon.

Especially the blood, which clearly shows her identity.

The birth of the blood clan began with the rebellious Cain. As the third generation of vampire prince, although their life is long, they have never seen the camp of the bright side.

The legend with traces is hidden in some secret books collected by the blood clan elders. After the death of God, the kingdom of heaven fell apart. Lucifer, once the first vice king of the kingdom of heaven, degenerated to hell after nine twilight to deter the demons. He did not know what had happened, and then disappeared, or even left no clue.

The kingdom of heaven, which has lost its backbone, is in a state of panic. A blazing Angel proposes to let the son Messiah take power. The Messiah of the son is a young human girl who does not understand the operation of the affairs of the kingdom of heaven. If he gives orders at random, the situation of the kingdom of heaven will be worse.

However, the relationship between Michael, the archangel who took over the position of vice monarch, and the son Messiah was not hot and cold. When the son again released the demons of hell because he did not listen to his advice, the gentle Archangel finally became angry.

He could not bear the foolish mind and the overflowing kindness of the son Messiah, so he voluntarily resigned from the post of vice monarch and became an ordinary angel. From then on, he wrote many chapters in awe of nature. With his fame, he could have been the guest of Lords and rich merchants, enjoying the most exquisite meals and splendid clothes.

But somehow, he always wandered in barren places such as hills, wasteland and snow. In the poet's waist, there is always a bunch of beautiful daisies.

Good people look for clues in the fairy anecdotes. A beautiful and legendary goddess has always been the focus of their attention. In the war of destroying heaven and earth, the father of the gods fell into the sleep of eternal life, the devil Satan disappeared, and the archangel, who succeeded the vice monarch, left the kingdom of heaven.

The three giants of heaven were her ministers, not to mention their ancestor Cain, who seemed to be deeply entangled with the fallen goddess. Otherwise, they would not have collected the album in secret, which is still vivid today.

It is universally acknowledged that the image of Lilith, the fallen goddess, is black haired and black eyed, which has been proved in countless poems and portraits.

But in front of this vampire female prince, they thought the elder sister, unexpectedly and that rebellious blazing angel has the similar hair color and the eye color.

Toredo was in a trance thinking of the night of the Mary.

The gorgeous girl who fascinated him was Lilith.

And her sister's pseudonym in parliament is Lilith.

All kinds of hints connected, he suddenly understood the prince's restraint and fastidiousness in eating. She never sipped blood in front of her brother.

That's because She is not the prince of blood at all!

Torreto took a deep breath, and uncontrollable anger surged into his blue eyes.

Damn it!

She's not Cappadocia!

She deceived him, deceived him to the young love fantasy!

The "sister bride" he thought came true. From the beginning to the end, it was a planned scam.

Is it fun to play with him?

Does the evil taste of the gods like to see her enemies obsessed with themselves?

She made it.

Is she happy now?

He was dazzled by the beautiful love. He united with his brother and planned for several months. He did not hesitate to bear the charge of killing his own brother, but also wanted to take her back to his arms.

But the reality gave him a hard slap, hit him bloody, black and blue.

"Let him go."

The God who deceived him had the face to entreat him, "torreto, he's your brother. How can you bear to do it?"Torido looked at her coldly. "Sister, no, my royal highness Lilith, what do you think I planned all this for? But you -- you lied to me! Damn it, you lied to me! Unforgivable! "

He held the hilt of his sword, and the veins on the back of his white hands were fierce.

It is hard to forgive that what kind of thoughts she was holding close to him, and in what mood she said those sweet words? In his deepest fall, he became his brother's lover in silence.

Toredo always thought that Lin Lang was coerced.

On that day, he regretted his powerlessness. Because he was too loose, he never put his mind on the fight for the power of the family.

Because of her, he stepped into the circle which made him disgusted.

He courted the Presbyterian, his contemptuous brother, put on his most polite mask, and wandered among a group of demons with honey bellied swords, calculating the gain and loss of chips step by step.

Every time he played chess, he was worried that his sweetheart would be involved in bloody disputes, so he had to be careful.

But when the victory is in sight, the truth is caught off guard and breaks into his sweet dream.

She told her that she was not his favorite younger sister.

She also told him that she liked her brother.

It's not him.

It's not his bloody hands.

What is he?

Up and down clowns?

The beautiful young man squinted his blue eyes and was full of sarcasm.

He looked down at the line.

"You want me to let her go? Yes, after all, it is a God who is tens of thousands of years older than us. It is rare for your glory to come to this world. As a young generation, it is not good to disobey your meaning

The young man said slowly, "however, because your time is still short, I am afraid you are not clear about the rules of our blood clan. The sword has come out of its sheath, and there is absolutely no reason to take it back. "

Lifting the tip of his sword, Torre said harshly, "unless you die for him."

He would like to see whether God's love is as faithful as the legend.

The so-called life and death is nothing but a farfetched misunderstanding of the poet's smile for Miss bird.

Lin Lang's movements were stunned, and his voice was so light that he felt unreal.

"Is that true?"

The strength of her hands increased and blood flowed through her train.

Torre pursed her thin lips, and her expression became more and more ruthless. "If it's not true, do you have any other way out?"

It was no longer the glorious age of Divine rule. It was her ability to live from the distant past to the present, but he expected that she would never be able to play the peak of her heyday.

Moreover, whether they can escape the joint pursuit of their brothers is still unknown.

The other party seemed surprised at his cold tone, stunned for a moment, and slowly said, "good."

Good what?

Agree to this life for life sacrifice?

Torredo was strangely angry.

Is she a fool?

Do you like my brother so much?

"No need."

The cold and distant male voice interrupted her, and Fanzhuo held out a hand and pushed the woman in front of him.

"If you want my life, just come and take it."

His line of sight fell on the dazzling eyebrows and eyes, and slowly moved away.

Light and traceless feelings.

The elder brother said faintly, "no matter how I fail, I will not be reduced to relying on the alms of others to survive."

"So, I'm sorry, I don't accept the insult."

Lin Lang was pale.

He turned his head.

No more watching.

I'm sorry --

Elizabeth, that's the end of our contract.

However, I think it may be a good ending and relief for you.

The devil who falls into hell is not qualified to pray for God's mercy.

He is too confident, overestimates his ability, also overestimates this conflict, thorny God demon love.

He was originally a devil growing in the dark. Light is the most deadly curse. Even if he represses his nature, for a month, three months, he can bear it.

But what about a year, a decade, a hundred years later?

Can he really hold back the killing?

The inborn predatory talent makes blood clan despise life, and any living creature may become their hunting object. Will one day, his beloved lover will also be killed?

In the room where they were kissing each other, she became his new toy, twitching her limbs in his arms and looking at the rebellious vampire lover with hatred.

He can't guarantee that day will come.

Time derives infinite variables.

Then simply, stop at this moment.No disappointment, no suspicion, no betrayal.

Die when I love her the most.

For now, at least, he's willing.

For now, at least, she likes him.

The ring of ring finger was slowly taken off by the owner, and then he coughed violently. He didn't hold it firmly. The ring slipped from his knee and rolled into the old wooden box.

No sign.

Fanzhuo was stunned.

Good.

Although he was going to give it back to her.

"Rescission of contract."

Fanzhuo raised the ice blue eyes, like a clear blue gem, cold without a trace of emotion.

"Now you are free."

For the rest of the long years, you can live freely.

From now on -

I won't interfere in your freedom of love. You can wink at anyone you want, and play as long as you want.

It's up to you to be crazy and wild.

I won't interfere with your lifestyle, stepping on the floor barefoot, kicking quilts in the middle of the night, drinking ice water on an empty stomach.

Just be happy.

As long as the disease appears, don't cry pain, don't dislike taking medicine, don't rely on others' arms.

From now on -

forget it, stop talking nonsense.

I don't want to make you cry.

And

It's raining.

Dear, go to shelter from the rain.