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In the cold eyes of Fan Zhuo, Lin Lang staggered and stood up.

The blood on the sleeves couldn't stop flowing.

She still held the handle in her hand, and every small movement allowed Jian Feng to go deeper.

Seeing bones.

"Relieve the contract ... Are you serious?"

She opened a pair of black agate eyes, showing a pleading look.

He did not waver and said indifferently, "Yes, you heard it right, you are free."

"Ah……"

She smiled.

It was a very attractive smile, with his eyebrows curved like crescents, with a deep and shallow luster. The soaked black hair was attached to the body, and it looked like Medusa's snake hair.

"Since this is--"

"Then you can't control me anymore, dear politician."

Fan Zhuo frowned, thinking about the meaning in her words.

"Poof—"

There was a creepy voice in the silent dark alley.

The sharp weapon pierced the flesh.

The golden blood splattered the youth's brow bones, pouring out gorgeous flowers.

He looked at the scene in front of him.

Lose any speech ability.

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

"Tick--"

There was blood flowing from the tip of the sword, condensed into a string of red beads, and fell to the ground.

Her expression was calmer than the threat, and the skirt of the blossoming blood flower quivered slightly, opening a gorgeous arc with the master's pace.

The sword is deep in depth.

Not in her heart.

Until she can finally touch the other person's face.

"... I lied to you, sorry."

Her lips were pale, like a dried rose, and her vitality dried up quickly.

Toledo's body began to tremble.

His eyeballs twitched slightly in his eyes, unconsciously fainting a layer of mist.

Her face was wet, and her fingers were all her own blood, which was warm and scarlet on his skin.

Leave a trace of **** blood marks.

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

"But Fanzhuo ... cough ..."

She coughed in pain and finally couldn't support it. Once her knees were soft, she would fall back.

Finally fell into a familiar embrace.

The young man's blue eyes were full of panic and panic, his arms were shaking, and his palm didn't even know where to put it.

"……sister."

He shouted hoarsely.

Bluntly speaking, it is still the familiar name.

"It's nice, you still treat me as a sister ..." She was angry, lying in his arms dying, barely pulling the corner of her mouth and showing him a weak smile, "Since this is the case, I promised my sister's last request , Cough, okay? "

This tone of coaxing children is still the same as before, and has not changed at all.

Toledo stared at the hilt on her chest.

"……You said."

"Let him go, will you?"

Lin Lang grabbed the corner of his clothes, his eyes were wet, shining with water.

After saying this, she couldn't restrain her coughing up and spurted him with blood.

"Okay! Okay! I promised-I promised!" Torridor's face collapsed, his voice crying a little, "Please, sister, don't talk!"

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

Their blood tribe regained their vitality by sucking blood and sleeping, but ... how should he save God?

God can't escape death, how can he reverse it?

No, calm down, Torrido, you have to calm down.

There will be a way.

There must be a way.

Torrido thought of the blood clan in the elder's hospital who was good at healing. He no longer hesitated immediately, his waist was burning, and there was a red liquid oozing out.

It quickly grew into a dark shadow that obscured the sky.

He spread his wings and flew to the sky with a man in his arms.

Nuofei Le stared at all this.

Fanzhuo passed out, clutching the blood rushing to his throat.

The gusty wind whizzed past the ears, and the clothes and skirts blew loudly.

Underneath are towering tall buildings and ants-like houses.

There was a **** smell in the air.

This attracted a lot of vampires, who stared at each other and salivated.

Toledo sneered. Before they approached the field, the level of the prince-level crushed them, turning them into fly ash.

The technique of the first time he opened the killing ring was not very skilled, and the blood of the blood was splashed on Lin Lang's skirt.

Toledo said softly and sorry, pay attention next time.

The elders also saw this rare prince for the first time.

But when their eyes shifted to the woman, they thought Toledo's attitude was very reasonable. Her long hair is more delicate and bright than silk, her skin is fine ivory, white and clean, and her lips are red as roses. Even if she was covered in blood and looked embarrassed now, it wouldn't hurt her half of the beauty.

Toledo made his point clear, and Elder Rice flashed greedy emotions, but was quickly suppressed.

He was bitten by Toredo and made himself the master and servant.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't cure her, you won't want to experience a prince's revenge for yourself."

Under the dim candlelight, the youth-like prince understates the destiny of the servant.

Elder Rice did not dare to disobey his orders, and put away the greed, and seriously checked Lin Lang's injury.

The conclusion reached is not very good.

As he expected, Lin Lang was neither a blood race nor a human being, but a **** that had disappeared in history. The gods created human beings, and yin and yang created the blood race. In the torrent for a long time, they prostrate at the feet of the omnipotent god, praying for their favor.

The boundary between high order and low order is separated by a thick barrier.

They simply don't have any treatment that can treat the symptoms.

"Liar! You are lying! How could there be no way! Yeah, what about the second-generation handpiece? Take it out, I want to see it!" Torredo's throat suppressed anger, almost kicking the elder's beloved coffin.

Elder Rice said embarrassedly, "This is a blood clan secret, and we must solicit the opinions of Prince Vatico and the eight elders."

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

The elder took photos of his majesty, dared not delay, and opened the secretly secretly.

The concealed house is located in a narrow tunnel, surrounded by thick stone walls, leaving smooth traces of years. Toledo placed Lin Lang in a recuperating quiet room. He kept reading through the records and records of the second generation of blood races, trying to find a way to heal Lin Lang among the monuments.

No.

This is not.

None of this one.

Why didn't this second-generation old man do anything serious, just go out and eat and drink?

It's just waste!

"Snapped!"

The lone book was vigorously thrown onto the table by the owner.

Torrido grabbed his hair impetuously, so angry that he wanted to kill.

Elder Rice, who was staying by the side, was shocked by his angry place, and was afraid that this prince who did not deal with the card was suddenly unhappy and took him to sacrifice the flag.

He had to work harder.

After all, Elder Rice was an old vampire. He stayed up all night and his eyes were already red. He had to be brave enough to ask for the halftime break, and Toledo waved his hands impatiently, his bloodshot eyes staring at the hand from beginning to end.

The rolls of sheepskin beneath his feet piled up into a small hill, piled up in a mess, and occasionally exhibited on the corners, engraved with different civilizations of various countries, obscure.

Fortunately, Torrido, who has traveled around the world with different civilizations, civilizations, and knowledge, is qualified to do advanced translation work.

Rao is so, he can only rely on the dictionary when encountering complex words.

Every time I looked up the dictionary, Toledo's mood was obviously anxious.

His time is running out-

There is really not much time for her to squander him.

The intense concentration of work put the youth into a state of confusion. His breathing was not smooth for the first time, and his chest was even more stuffy.

"Snapped--"

The candlestick of the table case was thrown away by his irritability, and fell to the ground, the light shining indefinitely, reflecting his face like a ghost.

The young man forced himself to wake up.

He reached out and just wanted to punch his face.

One hand covered his eyes.

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

"... Sister? Why are you up?"

He stayed for a while and wanted to break free of her hand.

"do not move."

"Let my sister hug you well."

The unprecedented gentleness of the female voice, like the waves rippling by the spring lake, covered his heart with softness.

"Waking up just now, I do n’t know why, and suddenly thought of the scene we first met. It ’s been almost half a year now. However, my sister still remembers your appearance at that time. Like, collecting honey everywhere in the flowers. "

Toledo was embarrassed.

It turned out that in his sister's heart, he was such an unbearable image at that time?

"Torido, can my sister make a request?"

Her careful tone made him tremble.

Where dare not to agree?

"You said! I promised! What did your sister want? Toredo must fulfill her wish. Even if she wants to wear the queen's crown, Toredo will give her."

Lin Lang poked his head.

"You guys, why do you always have some dangerous ideas?"

Torrido wanted to laugh, but couldn't laugh.

She is dying.

He was helpless.

This ending is still a result of his jealousy.

There was delicate warmth in the palm of the woman, and she leaned over and said softly in his ear, "Torido, show the moon to my sister again, okay? It's on the boat called Mary."

Rather than hate, she chose to forgive him.

In the last time, forgive his sins in the most beautiful way.

The youth shivered.

Then reach out and overlap the back of her hand.

A trembling "good" word has not been spoken, and tears have been arbitrarily determined.

This moment never made him feel weak and powerless. His self-righteous knowledge is profound, his self-righteous talent is brilliant, he is an artist, poet, painter, and writer in the eyes of the world, and he is enthusiastically sought after.

However, he could not save her.

He cannot save his sweetheart.

Helpless.

Helpless.

"I am sorry."

He said in a mute voice.

Lin Lang touched his head gently, like a moonlight dripping through his fingers.

"Fool, why should I apologize?"

Compared with the exhaustion of hatred and hatred, forgiveness is an unfavorable weapon.

Lin Lang's expression became gentler.

For the sake of atonement, many things will take for granted, right?