[9th story]

[Luodel Fanwai]

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The ancient sleeping dark castle, medieval style and sculpture, the roses are entwined with the huge corridors under the moon, and the angels look calm and chilly.

In the mysterious and exquisite coffin, the blood family sleeps peacefully.

The rebellious and cursed race was deprived of the right to touch the sun, was taken away from the warmth, and swam in the darkness. I don't like people close, I don't like to live in groups, I am only used to being alone, and I am lonely.

A powerful, cursed race.

I don't know when life will start, and I don't know when it will end.

If the emotions are not ups and downs and can't be felt, then the long life has no meaning.

But it can't die.

The cross of sterling silver stands behind the coffin, clearly a deadly weapon that can damage the blood. The young king looks at it silently, but can't feel the kind, the blood family is born with fear of the sterling silver cross.

Even the blood of the holy unicorn is only uncomfortable at the entrance, and no matter how full it is, you can't afford any undulations.

He dropped his long eyelashes and was silent.

Until one day.

The gods have always been vaguely shrouded in the castle, which is from the king's super-perception, but he has not deliberately paid attention to anything until the night that looks no different -

A whispered "adult".

Deeply in the depths of consciousness, the cold anger suddenly rises, almost burning the **** and ruthless brain. The young blood family opens their wine and eyes, silently raising their hands, and the pale, slender fingers clasp the edge of the coffin.

He slowly got up and looked calm.

However, the anger was not reduced at all.

Not anger, and a cold, indifferent, unpleasant mood.

He stood before the cross and closed his eyes.

Even if the pressure was never deliberately applied, the nobleness of the bloodline was enough to make the general nobles tremble. When the king's gods carried the anger, the vampires in the distance crouched down and cold sweats.

The young king looks quiet.

- "You can only call me 'adults.'"

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In the main **** space.

"Transfer."

As the remnant of this sentence drifted, the girl's figure gradually disappeared and left the space.

After a long while, it sounded the sound of the system warfare: "The Lord God... the Lord God..."

There was no one in the space, and there was no voice to answer. The sound of the system shook even more: "I am not good, I have not protected the host..."

No one still speaks.

Although the Lord God did not appear, the system seemed to be able to imagine the young man's carelessness, sloppy and indifferent.

It dared not speak.

At that time, it was intended to help the host, in another way to escape the fate of being sucked.

However, even it did not expect that, just a casual address, it awakened the sleeping God.

The host has always called the Lord God an adult.

But... In fact, anyone who calls the Lord God is not an adult...

The system committee is wronged.

It’s really overestimated – overestimating the ability of the Lord God to bear on the host’s contact with others...

Even the same name does not make a call.

Thinking of the recent busy things of the Lord God, the system is silent.

It is said that the old **** created himself and helped himself to help the host to attack the main god. Now he thinks, how can he not rely on it.

Does this person still need a guide?

The system is silent.