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"Squeak--"

The closed door was pushed open by a pale slender hand, and the shadow slowly swept from the light-colored carved wardrobe to the bed.

The moonlight on the window sill was cold, and the cluster of roses swaying in the wind swayed in the wind, just like the hostess's ivory-clean skin, without any trace of imperfections.

She lay with her back to him, her black hair satin-like luster, and the twists and turns scattered on the skirt of the tulle, which is a beautiful scenery.

One side of the soft bed collapsed deeply.

The soft sound of the cloth rubbing across the ear.

The man's chest had a soft back.

He was keenly aware of the stiffness of the other person's body, although only for a moment.

Fan Zhuo narrowed his ice-blue eyes and stretched his long arms. He simply put the other person in his arms and said in a low voice, "Are you running away from me?"

"……No."

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

He aggressively asked.

After a while, the other party slowly moved around and turned to face him.

His eyes were drooping, blocking the light.

"Well--"

Lin Lang screamed in pain.

Her jaw was caught by a large iron-like palm, and there was a convulsive pain.

"Are you afraid?"

His eyes were deep and his voice was calm with a light **** breath, "Why, is God's promise so untestable? You said you like me the most despicable monster, and I ran every time I was kissed The consciousness of death. Are these words ... you lied to me? "

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

"Really serious?"

He repeated.

The "Yes" in Lin Lang's mouth has not been spoken, she was frightened by the men's horrified eyes.

Watching him blankly.

"Since this is the case, it proves to be good to me." He slowly loosened the palm that held her jaw and rubbed her cheeks and earlobe in a tender and watery gesture.

He untied the strap and the bathrobe on his upper body faded. When doing this action, the pair of blood pupils always stared at Lin Lang, flashing a fascinating luster.

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

The hormonal breath of the man is strong and open, invading every inch of her skin.

He put his hands on Lin Lang's ears, and as his body slowly fell, the shoulder blades on both sides protruded like mountains, giving rise to dangerous corners and strange strangeness.

Her bite teeth were pryed open, and the sharp thin blade twisted the soft petals.

The icy breath swam through her sensitive restricted area, just like a viper waiting for an opportunity. The hair on her neck erected involuntarily, with tiny pimples.

The chilling fear spread all over the body.

Fearing, her legs curled up slightly, unconsciously forming a defensive posture.

But the next moment, her defense was rudely removed by the other party.

"Tear--"

The narrow waist broke through the gap in the knee and squeezed in fiercely. The clothes on her chest were torn apart, revealing a pair of beautiful clavicles.

The greedy blood was awakened.

He kissed wildly the area that he had never touched.

Under the richness of the feast, the criminals who blasphemed against the gods fell into a dreamy mood.

Until he tasted the liquid flowing from his neck.

Salty and bitter.

He was sober.

She didn't look at him anymore, she looked sideways, looking at the swaying flower shadow by the window.

The teardrops of crystals kept falling, and the hair was slowly submerged in the ears.

She gave up struggling and rebelling, and obediently lay under him, like a fine string puppet, her eyes hollowed out.

"Oh, what is this?"

It's ridiculous.

A cold-blooded demon actually believed God's lies.

The corners of his mouth touched slightly, showing a sense of irony.

Lin Lang's weight suddenly lightened.

His eyes fell into darkness.

The sheets covered her face and body.

"Snapped!"

The door was heavily locked.

No more silence.

In the middle of the night, a full moon hung on the heavy sky, and occasionally several carriages roared past, the surroundings were still.

In the narrow dark alley, someone was carrying the wine bottle and swaying away.

"Boom--"

He fell in a shabby wooden box.

"Sir! Sir! You wake up!"

The shoulder was shaken vigorously.

The drunkard opened his eyes slowly, and the clear blue gems gleamed into the hazy water.

The girl was fascinated by the beauty, and she froze for a while.

The drunken man on the street, dressed in the most decent suit, Qing Jun's silhouette line is rather gorgeous under the dim light.

"... Kaka?"

He narrowed his eyes and asked hesitantly.

"Sir, you admit the wrong person, I am not. Sir ..."

The girl's entire small face was full of red, just because the man's hand touched her neck, and it was like a lover's gentle rubbing.

"No ..." he murmured. "It's better not to be."

"What are you saying, sir? What's not--"

The girl's ruddy cheeks twitched suddenly.

Sharp **** fangs pierced human fragile neck.

Ruthless killing.

See, from beginning to end, he is such a cold-blooded selfish monster, how could he change himself because of a strange relationship?

He is a blood family, and human life is just a toy for him. Kill if you want to kill, as easy as stepping on the ants.

Was she disappointed that she did not follow her script to become a kind and kind vampire?

It's ridiculous.

If the blood tribe no longer longs for blood, he will sooner or later become another slaughter lamb.

Without this pair of fangs, how long can he live? She didn't understand, she didn't understand anything.

Blood poured into the throat, but there was no sweetness as expected.

Indistinctly, there was another smell.

It seemed like she had a long scent every morning.

It was like a warm and sunny afternoon when the hostess boiled hot water in the kitchen, and the aroma of tea was wanton.

"The one who blessed me and always hurt me was a man who called himself a mean vampire."

He always remembers what happened in the clock tower.

She was so sincere and gave her palm to him.

Close your eyes and trust completely.

Fan Zhuo's body was stiff.

"……roll."

He squeezed a word out of his teeth.

The girl looked at her blankly.

"Go away before I change my mind."

He supported the alcohol-paralyzed brain with his fingers, and refrained from his desire to slaughter.

"Mr……"

The girl looked up weakly.

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

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

"Zi--"

Holding a silver dagger, the girl's eyes widened in horror, showing a trace of madness and pride.

"Demon, die!"

She poked deeper.

His hands were full of blood.

Fanzhuo's forehead protruded with blue muscles, he swallowed hard, and his palm hit the girl's neck.

With a click, the neck bone cracked.

The girl slipped softly from him.

Fanzhuo frowned and stopped looking at her.

A sharp silver dagger stuck in his chest, and a lot of blood spewed out, soaking the snow-white shirt inside the suit. He suppressed his coughing and stood up slowly against the wall.

The result was in vain, and he fell into an abandoned wooden box again.

This wound is almost fatal.

The opponent seemed to be able to predict the position of his heart in advance, without being biased and hitting with precision.

The violent pain made every nerve in his body tremble and whine.

He gritted his teeth to support him, and his frontal horns oozed with cold sweat.

"Da da da--"

The sound of leather shoes stepped on the slate.

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

Until the true appearance is revealed.

"Second brother, why are you so embarrassed?"

Headed by a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes, he didn't wear a coat, only a loose ruffled shirt, and the buttons were unbuttoned to the third, which showed his unruly personality.

Followed by Nofeller, an exaggerated gorgeous costume did not take away the focus of his exquisite appearance, like the prince in the Middle Ages, slightly raised eyebrows revealing a sense of dignity.

Fanzhuo passed behind them without trace.

Twelve younger brothers were all present.

Still at the juncture of his most embarrassed and dying life.

Coincidentally just right, he had to doubt the identity of the girl.

"Do you want to rebel?"

The elder brother lay between the scarlet blood stains, his expression calm, and there was no panic.

He had long expected such a day.

With the supremacy of interests, there is never any siblings among the blood races.

The weak are not even qualified for Gouyan.

"Rebellion? Well, I don't like the word." Toledo said with a smile. "Accurately, it should be an ingenious trick. Second brother, I haven't asked you anything since I was a child, but you know I am Sister is interesting, you rely on the identity of the eldest brother, tied her unscrupulously around. "

Since the strong can do whatever he wants, why can't he be the strong one who does whatever he wants?

"From the day you took her away, you should know how jealous admirers will do what makes them sad."

Toledo carelessly stroked his hand on the hilt.

"Unfortunately, your arrogance underestimated your opponent."

So the opportunity came to me.

The young man slowly pulled out the long sword from the waist, and the spike spiked against the chest of the elder brother.

The thin blade reflected a pair of cruel eyes.

The smile on his lips suddenly disappeared.

"Second brother, this is the last time I call you again, brother. If you fall into this dead body, don't blame, just blame yourself for underestimating the enemy."

Sister can only be him alone.

The obstacles in front of him will be cleared one by one.

Even in the blood of the elder brother, all the way to triumph.

This can't blame him.

Ah.

Who is the blood of the blood family, it is cold.