Chapter 358

In Fanzhuo's cold eyes, Lin Lang stood up unsteadily.

The blood on the sleeve couldn't stop flowing.

She still held the handle in her hand, and every tiny movement made the blade go deep.

You can see the bone.

"Release of contract Are you serious? "

She opened a pair of Black Agate eyes, showing a pleading look.

He did not waver, he said indifferently, "yes, you did not hear wrong, you are free."

"Ah..."

She laughed.

It is a very attractive smile, eyebrows and eyes like crescent like curved, rippling with deep shallow luster. Wet black hair stuck to the body, curling like Medusa's snake hair.

"If that's the case -"

"then you can't control me any more, dear politician."

Fanzhuo frowned, thinking about the meaning of her words.

"Poo Hoo --"

a creepy voice sounded in the silent dark lane.

The sharp weapon stabbed into the flesh and blood.

The golden blood splashed on the brow bone of the youth, watering out the gorgeous flowers.

He looked dully at the scene before him.

Lost any speech ability.

The silver sword pierced the dress and passed through the chest.

"Dida --"

the tip of the sword was dripping with blood and condensed into a string of red beads, which fell on the ground.

Her expression is calmer than the threatening one, and the skirt that blooms in layers of blood trembles slightly, and swings a gorgeous arc with the master's steps.

The blade is deep.

Not in her heart.

Until she could finally touch each other's face.

“…… I'm sorry I lied to you

Her lips were pale, like a dried up rose, and her vitality was rapidly exhausted.

Torreto's body began to tremble.

His eyes trembled slightly in his eyes, and he was unconscious of a layer of water mist.

Her face was wet and her fingers were covered with her own blood, warm and scarlet.

Leaving a slippery bloodstain.

"I don't ask you to forgive me."

"But Van drow Cough... "

She coughed bitterly and finally couldn't hold on. As soon as her knees were soft, she would fall back.

Finally fell into the arms of a familiar.

The young man's blue eyes were full of panic and panic. His arms trembled and his palms didn't even know where to put them.

“…… Sister. "

He gave a hoarse cry.

Blurted out, is still that familiar in the heart of the address.

"It's good that you still treat me as my sister..." She was so angry that she lay dying in his arms, barely pulling the corners of her mouth and smiling at him with a weak smile, "in this case, promise my sister the last request, cough, OK?"

This kind of coax the child's tone, still the same as at the beginning, has not changed at all.

Toredo stares at the hilt of her chest.

“…… You say

"Let him go, will you?"

Lin Lang grabs the corner of his clothes, eyes are wet, dense with water light.

With this sentence, she coughed violently, and the blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Good! Good! I promise - I promise Torreto's face collapsed, and his voice was a little weeping. "Please, sister, don't talk!"

He wanted to stop her blood, but he didn't know what to do.

They rely on blood sucking and sleeping to recover, but How can he save God?

God can not escape the death, how can he reverse it?

No, calm down, toredo. Calm down.

There will be a way.

There must be a way.

Toredo thought of the blood clan who was good at healing in the Presbyterian. Immediately, he stopped hesitating. His waist was burning and exuded bright red liquid. He tore out two bat shaped wings.

It grows rapidly into a dark shadow that blocks out the sun.

He spread his wings and flew into the air with a man in his arms.

Noveler was staring at all this.

Van drow fainted with the blood surging to his throat.

The swift wind whistled past my ears, making my clothes and skirts rattle.

Below are towering tall buildings and ant like houses.

There was a smell of blood in the air.

This move attracted a lot of vampires, they covetous, covetous.

Toredo sneers, and the moment they get close to the field, Prince level crushing makes them fly ash.

His first big killing technique is not very skilled, silk of blood spatter on the skirt.

Toledo gently said sorry. Pay attention next time.It was also the first time for the elders to see the romantic Prince show such a rare manner.

But when their eyes turned to the woman, they felt that torredo's attitude was very reasonable. Her long hair was more delicate than silk, her skin was fine ivory, and her lips were as red as roses. Even if she is now covered with blood and looks embarrassed, she will not lose half of her beauty.

Torreto explained his intention. The greedy mood flashed in the eyes of elder rice, but was soon suppressed.

He was bitten by torredo and identified as a master and servant.

"Don't talk nonsense. If you can't cure her, you don't want to experience a prince's revenge."

In the dim candle light, the young prince played down the fate of his servant.

Naturally, elder rice did not dare to disobey his orders. He put away his greed and seriously examined the wound for Lin Lang.

The conclusion is not very good.

As he expected, Linlang was neither a blood race nor a human being, but a God who disappeared in history. The gods created human beings and created the blood clan. For a long time, they were crawling at the feet of omnipotent gods, praying for their favor.

There is a thick barrier between the high and the low.

They don't have any treatment to suit the situation.

"Lie! You're lying! How can there be no way! Yes, what about the second generation of letters? Take it out, I want to see it! " Toredo's throat was filled with rage, and he almost broke the old man's beloved coffin.

Elder Les said in embarrassment, "this is a blood family secret. We should ask Prince Fanzhuo and eight elders for advice."

"You just have to do it." He did not give in. "As for the consequences, I will bear them."

The elder was taken by his authority and did not dare to delay. He opened the secret collection without permission.

Hidden in a narrow corridor, surrounded by thick stone walls, leaving smooth traces of years of grinding. Toredo placed Lin Lang in a quiet room for recuperation, while he kept reading the records of the second generation of blood clans, trying to find a way to cure Lin Lang in the historic sites.

No.

It's not.

None of this one.

Why did the second generation of old men not do anything serious and just eat, drink and have fun?

It's rubbish!

"Pa!"

The only copy was thrown on the table by the owner.

Torre is so impetuous that he grabs his hair and is so angry that he wants to kill.

The elder les, who stayed on the side, was affected by his aura. He was terrified during the whole process. He was afraid that the prince who didn't play cards according to the card rules suddenly became unhappy and took him to sacrifice the flag.

He had to work harder.

After all, elder rice is an old vampire. After all, he stayed up all night and his eyes were red. He had to be brave enough to ask for a break, and Torre waved impatiently, his bloodshot eyes staring at the letter all the time.

At his feet, the parchment piled up into a small hill, which was stacked in disorder. Occasionally, the corners of the scroll were engraved with different civilization languages of different countries, which were difficult to understand.

It is also fortunate that toredo, who has traveled around the world in different countries and civilizations, is qualified to do advanced translation.

Rao is so. When he encounters complicated words, he can only rely on dictionaries.

Every time he looked up the dictionary, torredo was visibly agitated.

He doesn't have much time -

she doesn't have much time left for him to squander.

The high intensity of concentrated work makes the youth fall into a state of confusion. His breathing is not smooth for the first time, and his chest is even more stuffy.

"Pa --"

the candlestick on the desk was upset by him and fell to the ground. The light of the fire was not stable, which made his face look like a ghost.

Young people force themselves to wake up.

He reached for a punch in the face.

One hand covered his eyes.

The world suddenly became dark, so quiet that only two shallow breaths were left.

“…… Sister? How did you get up? "

He stayed for a moment, trying to break free of her hand.

"Don't move."

"Let my sister give you a good hug."

Female voice unprecedented gentle, like the Spring Lake rippling water waves, shallow and soft, diffuse his heart.

"I woke up just now. I don't know why. I suddenly thought of the scene when we met for the first time. It's nearly half a year from now. But my sister still remembers how you looked at that time, glib, like a humming little bee, gathering honey everywhere in the flowers

How embarrassed Torre was.

Originally in the elder sister's heart, at that time he was such an unbearable image?

"Toredo, can my sister make a request?"

Her cautious tone made him tremble.Where dare you refuse?

"Say! I promise! What does your sister want? Toredo will give her a wish. Even if she wants to wear the Queen's crown, torreto will give it to her sister

Lin Lang poked him in the head.

"Why do you always have dangerous thoughts, you fellow?"

Torre wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

She's dying.

There was nothing he could do.

This ending is the result of his jealousy.

The delicate warmth came from the woman's palm. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "toredo, would you like to watch the moon with your sister again? It's on the boat called Mary

Instead of hating, she chose to forgive him.

At the end of the day, forgive his sin in the most beautiful way.

The young man shivered.

Then reach out and overlap the back of her hand.

A trembling "good" word has not been said, tears have wantonly burst the bank.

Never this moment, let him feel weak. He thinks that he is knowledgeable and talented. He is an artist, poet, painter and writer in the eyes of the world, and is warmly sought after.

But he couldn't save her.

Can't save his sweetheart.

Nothing can be done.

There is nothing to do.

"I'm sorry."

He said in a hoarse voice.

Lin Lang's technique gently stroked his head, which was like a piece of moonlight flowing from his fingers.

"Fool, why apologize?"

Compared with the exhausting vent of hatred, forgiveness is the best weapon.

Lin Lang's expression became more and more gentle.

In order to atone, a lot of things will be taken for granted, right?