On the streets of Ireland, there stands a statue with black wings, red hair, and gorgeous lips. Her black wings are lifelike behind her, looking down at the passing tourists. Tourists will stop their cameras and walk away from the statue Stop five meters away and look up for a few seconds, then pick up the camera and start the journey.

"Mom, why can't you take pictures?" A child with black hair and dark eyes asked curiously.

"Because the light of the photo will disturb Medusa's sleep, after waking Medusa up, let her see you and you will be turned into stone." The little girl's mother patiently coaxed the child.

"Why did you turn into a stone? Who is Medusa?" The little girl is traveling with her parents for the first time. She is only three years old this year, and she is full of curiosity.

"Medusa, huh? It's the darkness after dawn. Well, you'll know when you grow up." The little girl's mother didn't know how to explain it to her daughter. She just wanted to tell her daughter that Medusa is a bad person. But she felt uncertain. She didn't want her daughter to see absolute bad guys and good guys, because there are only people in this world. Maybe in the eyes of children, good guys are good guys, and bad guys are bad guys. The little girl's mother touched the little girl head, held the child for a minute, and then turned and left with the child.

"Mom, uncle who can fly." The little girl pointed to a black figure on the statue's wings in amazement, spreading its wings and flying like a bird.

"Okay, mom will take you to eat delicious food." The little girl's mother looked at the place pointed by the child, but didn't look at anything, and smiled kindly. The child's imagination is the most abundant.

In the gloomy castle, a blond woman was lying on the sofa looking at the man sitting next to him reading a book.

"Lester, so being a vampire is so boring." That woman is Vivienne. She has traveled all over the world and played all over the world in the past 100 years. Leaving from the side, from sadness to indifference now, it turns out that it has been a long time, I have lost interest in everything, and my mood has gradually cooled down. Is it because the time is too long, making people lose the passion to live.

"There is still time to endure these long years." Lester felt deeply, turning over a page of a yellowed book, which he had read a hundred times.

"No, I'd rather live in the sun, even if it's only for 100 years, at least I'm happy." Vivienne shook her head, looking at the dark castle with no light at all. This is Maria's castle, but Maria But she seldom came back, she and Lester lived here all the time.

Thinking of her daughter, Vivian felt better, "Is Maria still flying around the world?"

"I don't know. We don't need to ask about the children. Let's watch your TV series." Lester closed the book and turned on the TV.

"Prince of Ireland?"

The news was playing on the TV, and Vivienne looked at the familiar shadow and said.

Lester came up and looked at the TV, just in time to see the statue, and frowned in disgust, "Change the channel."

"Lester, why are you still thinking about that?" Vivian looked at Lester with a stingy look, how long has passed since that happened.

"I've said it all, she didn't kill me. I knew my own body at the time." Vivienne frowned and looked at the statue that appeared on the TV.

"I'm going to the cellar." Lester didn't reply, and went straight to the cellar.

Vivian turned her gaze back to the TV, muttering, "The Prince of Ireland is much more gentlemanly than you."

Lester's back froze, and he pursed his lips before disappearing through the door.

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