lip tint

Chapter 162 The first drop of blood
The forest at night is too quiet, the rustling wind and the rustling insects in the air seem to have disappeared, the tip of the nose lingers with a faint smell of blood, and the whimpering of crows spreads from time to time in the gap, it seems to be the last powerless struggle of life , It seems to be a cry for help before dying.

Dark clouds moved over quietly, covering the moon, and something was brewing in the final stage.In the night sky, a weak light shot through the dense dead branches and leaves on the tree, and was reflected in the pupils of a big black bird. Amazingly, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, and a full moon He beheaded again and showed his feet, but it was breathtaking.

That round of the moon is red.

Like a red moon weeping blood.

The ground was covered with a layer of hazy red light. In the corner of the deserted and remote grassland, the air in a place suddenly twisted for a moment, as if being squeezed by an invisible big hand, compressed and rotated, and then violently tear apart.

Two people suddenly appeared from nothingness. Just as the soles of their feet touched the ground, the twisted air wall behind them immediately calmed down without any traces, as if everything they saw just now was an illusion.

Xicilia raised her head, revealing a slender and white neck. She took a deep breath of the air in the air, which was the thick and stagnant breath unique to blood races.

I'm back, brother, wait for me.

Xicilia covered her chest, feeling the faint beating under the skin, her beautiful light green cat eyes shone with a cold light.

She and Duke Ashburn are connected by blood, and they are the only relatives in this world who can rely on each other.Even though she was far away from the blood race, separated by an unknown dimensional barrier, there was still a mysterious and close connection between her and him.

The feeling of suffocation that her heart was tightly clenched is very clear and scary when she thinks about it now. Xicilia knows that this is a warning, and something must have happened to Ashburn.

At the beginning, my brother sent her away from the blood clan on his own will, and he didn't tell her a word from the beginning to the end.There was no reluctance, not even the usual ardent instructions, and he watched her leave calmly.Maybe at that time, Ashburn had the idea in his heart that she would never come back.

Stay away from here, stay away from this decadent and vain place. Although I have never seen the outside world, it must be full of birds and flowers, full of vitality. My little princess, I want you to see it.

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If it is said that after leaving the blood clan before, Xicilia woke up for the first time, and she was still ignorant, naive and ignorant of many things.So now that she comes back again, she has experienced all the states of the world, the softness of the heart, and the most greedy, darkest and ugly side of human nature. She is like putting a layer of hard armor on herself, invulnerable to swords and guns, and invulnerable to all poisons.

There is a slight wind passing by the ear.

Cecilia's sharp head turned sideways, and a small black figure flew past them quickly with wings flapping. The black body almost merged with the night.

"Come here!" With a light drink, he stretched out his white palm and spread it flat in the air.

Soon, the little animal that flew away with flickering wings slowly flew back, stumbled, and finally fell straight into Xicilia's palm.

It was a little black bat, with small black eyes blinking, lying powerlessly in the palm of her hand, unable to move.

Qi Cheng was stunned as he watched from the side: "Beautiful sister, will this ugly little bird still listen to you?"

"It's not a bird, it's a bat."

"Bat?" Qi Cheng had never seen a bat before, so he looked down at it with great interest, and even wanted to reach out and touch it.

"Don't touch it, don't look at it as a small one, but it is actually very dangerous. It is a messenger that was fed and raised by the nobles of the blood clan with poison. It is very difficult to cultivate and is quite precious."

"Oh, if it's so precious, I won't touch it." Qi Cheng withdrew his hand, lowered his eyebrows and looked a little disappointed.

Xicilia sighed, and couldn't help touching his head: "It's not because it's precious, it's because it's very aggressive and poisonous, so I won't let you touch it, I'm afraid You are hurt."

Qi Cheng's eyes lit up instantly, and the answer should be very willing, like a child who has eaten candy: "Well! Then I will never touch it again, sister, you are so kind to me."

Cecilia felt soft in her heart.People who are too easy to be satisfied are often because they have suffered too much in life, so a little bit of kindness from others will be cherished.

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Passing through the densest forest of the blood race, there is a tallest rugged hillside, on which stands a majestic and majestic castle. The castle stands among many thorns and roses, like a silent and ferocious monster.

Everything was silent, not even the sound of the wind came.The extreme quietness and the extreme richness are a bit gloomy.

In the hall on the first floor of the castle, several wall lamps were lit on the walls, and the flames jumped up and down in the transparent lampshade, reflecting on the black marble floor, lighting up a small piece of light in the dark night.In the deepest part of the hall, there is a finely carved white jade long table, above which hangs a large chandelier inlaid with gorgeous crystals.

A man with a bewitching and glamorous appearance was wearing a black uniform embroidered with gold silk. The light above his head shone on his face, making his complexion extremely white and his lips bright red.His slender fingers hold a silver knife and fork, and there is a steak on the plate in front of him. He is eating, even the action of cutting the steak is done gracefully, as if he is carving a work of art .

The blood race born with the moon really brought aesthetics to the fullest.

Behind him stood a group of servants with pleasing eyebrows, not daring to breathe, but in the huge court room, only the crisp sound of knives and forks and slow chewing could be heard.

Halfway through eating, he suddenly put down the knife and fork in his hand, and picked up the snow-white silk cloth towel that was put aside to wipe his hands.

The old butler behind him quickly took a step forward and bowed beside him: "His Royal Highness, is the dish not suitable for your taste?"

He waited quietly, waiting for Fanzhuo's order, the blood chef who had just been promoted would be taken away immediately, and a new chef with better cooking skills would take over and be in charge of Duke Fanzhuo's work. diet.

Fan Zhuo chuckled, threw the silk towel that he had wiped his hands on to the butler, and turned sideways, with two slender legs wrapped in trousers crossed and facing the butler.

The housekeeper had served Fanzhuo for half his life, understood what he meant, kneeled down respectfully, and wiped his dust-free black boots with the silk cloth towel just now.

"Have you smelled it?" Fan Zhuo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if feeling the breath of blood floating in the air.

"What do you mean?"

"My little Qiangwei, who fled, is finally back."

(End of this chapter)