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"Brother, brother sent you here."

The blond hair of the youth shines in the moonlight, beautiful and brilliant, and the deceptive appearance is enough to be comparable to Apollo in Greek mythology.

But his heart does not have the kindness and generosity of the gods.

The corners of his lips curled up, and the silver long sword in his hand did not hesitate to enter his brother's deadliest place.

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

Dull suffocation.

A heavy rain came suddenly.

The scarlet flushed the ground, also covering up all the sounds.

"Tick--"

Spilled blood from fingers.

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

Holy and dazzling.

Toledo's icy pupil reflected a slender figure. The other party knelt on the ground, and the beautiful long black hair was scattered on the snow-white skirt, grabbing his sword edge with one hand.

The vicissitudes of life made the brother's brother stunned.

Leng Leng, I do not know what to do.

He clearly saw the faint traces of wings.

Six wings-

That is not a characteristic of a devil.

Especially in this blood, Ming Huanghao showed her identity.

The birth of the blood clan began with the rebellious Cain. As the third generation of vampire princes, despite their long lives, they had never seen the camp of the bright side.

There are traceable legends hidden in some secret orphans collected by the blood elders. After the gods died, the kingdom of heaven fell apart, and Lucifer, the first deputy of the kingdom of heaven, fell to **** after nine dawns, deterring the demons When something changed, it disappeared without a trace.

The kingdom of heaven, which had lost the heart of the Lord, was in a state of panic. Some Seraphs suggested that the Son of Messiah should be in charge. The Son of Messiah is a human girl, and he simply does not understand the affairs of the kingdom of heaven, and the situation of the kingdom of heaven is even worse by indiscriminate orders.

However, the relationship between the archangel Michael who took over the position of the acolyte and the Messiah of the Son was lukewarm. When the Son again released the **** monster privately because he did not listen to him, this gentle archangel Finally angry.

He could not bear the foolish mind and overflowing goodness of the Son of Messiah, and he automatically resigned from the position of adjutant and was reduced to an ordinary angel. Since then, there has been a bard in the fireworks of the world. He praises nature, respects life, and weaves the chapters handed down for generations. With his fame, he could have become a guest of lords and wealthy merchants, enjoying the most exquisite meals and costumes.

But somehow, he always wandered in barren land such as hills, wilderness and snow. A bunch of bright and beautiful daisies always grows between the poet's waist pockets.

The good deeds look for clues in the legendary anecdotes of the gods. A beautiful legendary goddess has always been the focus of their attention. In that devastating war, the father of the gods fell asleep for eternal life, the devil Satan disappeared, and the archangel, who succeeded the deputy, left the kingdom of heaven.

The three giants of the kingdom of heaven are the ministers under her skirts, not to mention their ancestor Cain. It seems that they are deeply entangled with this fallen goddess, otherwise they will not treasure the volume of the album in a secret way. .

It is recognized without exception that the image of the fallen goddess Lilith is black-haired and black-eyed, and this has been proven in countless poems and portraits.

And the vampire prince in front of her, the sister they think, had the same hair color and eyes as the renegade Seraph.

Toledo trance thought of Mary's night.

The gorgeous girl who fascinated him, her name was Lilith.

The sister ’s pseudonym in Parliament is also Lilith.

Linked with all kinds of hints, he suddenly understood the restraint and criticism of the prince's eating. She never sipped blood in the face of her brother.

That's because ... she is not a prince of the blood family at all!

Torredo took a deep breath, and his irresistible anger poured into his blue eyes.

damn it!

She is not Cappadocia!

She deceived him, deceived his fantasy of young love!

The "sister bride" he thought, and his dream came true, was a planned scam from beginning to end.

Is it fun to play him?

Is the evil taste of the gods just like to see her enemies besieged by themselves?

She succeeded.

Is she very happy now?

He was stunned by beautiful love. He united his brothers and planned for months. He did not hesitate to take the charge of killing his biological brother, but also wanted to take her back to his arms.

But reality gave him a slap in the face, **** and bruised.

"Leave him alone."

The deceived spirit even begged him, "Torido, he is your brother, how can you bear it?"

Toredo looked at her coldly, "Sister, no, noble Highness Lilith, why do you think I planned all this? But you-you lie to me! Damn, you lie to me! No excuses! "

He clutched the hilt of his sword, and the green tendons on the back of his white hands rose fiercely.

It is unforgivable that what kind of thought she approached him, and in what mood did she say those sweet love words? When he was sinking deepest, he became his brother's lover silently.

Toledo always thought that Lin Lang was coerced.

That day he regretted his powerlessness. Because he was too loose, he never put his mind on the struggle for family authority.

Because of her, he is used to being unfettered and has stepped into this circle that disgusts him.

He wooed the elders' court, wooed his disdainful brother, put on the most polite mask, and circulated among the devil with sweet-mouthed swords, step by step, thinking about the gains and losses of the chips.

At every step of playing chess, he was worried that his sweetheart would be involved in **** disputes, so he had to be cautious.

When the victory was in sight, the truth was caught off guard and broke into his sweet dream.

She told her that she was not his younger sister.

She also told him that she likes her brother.

not him.

Not his **** criminal.

What did he count?

The clown jumping up and down?

The handsome young man narrowed his blue eyes, full of sarcasm.

He looked down at Lin Lang from the top.

"Do you want me to let her go? Yes, after all, it is the gods who are tens of thousands of years old. It is rare that your glory will come to this world. As a junior, it is not easy to disobey your meaning."

The young man said slowly, "However, because your time is short, the rules of our blood tribe are probably not clear enough. The sword is out of the sheath, and there is no reason to take it back."

Lifting the tip of the sword, Toledo said harshly, "Unless, you die for him."

He wants to see if God's love is as faithful as the legend.

The so-called life and death are inseparable, but the minstrel smiled at Miss Baud and forced the beautiful misunderstanding.

Lin Lang's movements paused, his voice was ethereal, and there was a sense of unreality.

"What you said is true?"

The force on her hand increased, and blood ran through the skirt.

Toledo pressed his lips tightly, and his expression became more ruthless. "Even if it's not true, do you have another way out?"

This is no longer the glorious age ruled by the gods. It is her ability to live from the distant past to the present, but he expected that she would never be able to exert her peak strength in the heyday.

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

The other party seemed surprised by his cold tone, and for a moment, said slowly, "Okay."

What good?

Agree to this life-saving sacrifice?

Torrido was bizarrely angry.

Is she a fool?

Do you like brother so much?

"No need."

The cold, detached male voice interrupted her, and Fanzhuo reached out a hand and pushed away the woman who was in front of him.

"You want my life, just come and get it."

His eyes fell on Lin Lang's eyebrows, and he slowly moved away.

Light and traceless affection.

The elder brother said lightly, "No matter how much I fail, it will not be reduced to the point of being alive by others' charity.

"So, sorry, I don't accept this insult."

Lin Lang looked pale.

He turned his head.

No more watching.

Sorry--

Elizabeth, our contract is over.

However, I think that for you, this may be a good end and relief.

The devil in deep **** is not qualified to pray for God's mercy.

He was too confident, overestimating his ability, and also overestimating the conflict and the thorny love of God and Devil.

He was originally a demon grown in darkness, and light is the deadliest curse. Even if he suppresses his own nature, one month, three months, he can bear it.

But one year, ten years, one hundred years later?

Can he really hold back the killing?

The inherent predatory talent makes the blood tribes despise life, and any living creatures may become their hunting targets. Will one day, he will also kill the beloved lover?

Just in the room where she kissed each other, she became his new toy, twitching her limbs in his arms, and looked at the rebellious vampire lover with hateful eyes.

He cannot guarantee whether that day will come.

Time derives infinite variables.

So simply, stop at this moment.

No disappointment, no suspicion, no betrayal.

Die when she loves her most.

At least now, he was willing.

At least now, she likes him.

The ring of the ring finger was slowly taken off by the owner, and there was another severe cough. He didn't hold it firmly, and the ring slipped from his knee and rolled into the old wooden box.

Disappeared.

Fan Zhuo was startled.

Okay.

Although he originally intended to return her.

"The contract is lifted."

Fanzhuo raised those ice-blue eyes, like clear blue gemstones, so cold that there was no emotion.

"Now you are free."

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

From now on--

I will not intervene in your freedom of love, whoever you want to throw at me, just throw it, and you want to play as long as you want.

How crazy, how wild, it's up to you.

I will not interfere with your lifestyle, stepping on the floor barefoot, kicking the quilt in the middle of the night, and drinking ice water on an empty stomach.

Just be happy for yourself.

As long as the sickness appears, don't yell at pain, don't dislike taking medicine, don't rely on life and death in the arms of others.

From now on--

Forget it, stop talking nonsense.

I don't want to make you cry.

and also……

It's raining.

Be good, go to hide from the rain.