The male god, he is handsome and cracks the sky [Quick time travel]

Earl Ross sat quietly in the dark, with an old book spread out on his slender legs. After years of erosion, the thick cover turned dark red, and on the yellowed paper, the fine ancient text read It sounded incomprehensible, he rested his chin with his hand, and the blood-red gemstone shone half-bright and half-dark on his little finger.

But he didn't read a book, but quietly stared at the thick darkness in front of him.

The blinds were opened, and the luxurious and heavy curtains were also pulled open. A ray of bright moonlight streamed into the room, but it couldn't dispel the darkness like the eternal night. It was like a spider's thread in a desperate situation. Feel the despair of reality.

Everyone knows that Earl Ross, who is moody and cruel, is especially unwilling to let others disturb him at this time, otherwise, you will have the consciousness to pay the price with your life.

And as the strongest person to revitalize the blood clan, Earl Ross has this ability, no matter who you are.

He looked up at the moonlight in the sky, but turned his head back as if stung.This is not the reason for the moonlight. After all, as the oldest fourth-generation vampire awakened today, Earl Ross has the most powerful strength. He can even resist the midday sun for more than half an hour, while the average inferior or even medium Vampires will be wiped out in 3 minutes.

It's just because I don't want to give myself unnecessary hope.

After thousands of years, Earl Ross sneered at himself who yearned for light.

The curse since Cain has given the blood race a long life, perfect appearance, and powerful strength, but it has forever deprived them of the right to face the light. This is a race detested by God and a race detested by light .

Darkness is a curse that goes deep into the bone marrow of every blood race, while light... is the desire of every blood race that goes deep into the soul, a heart-wrenching nightmare.

Earl Ross sneered lightly, huh, longing for light?Such an innocent wish can only be possessed by those underage blood races.

He folded the ones on his knees and put them lightly on the table beside him. It was time to eat. He didn’t know what kind of people Enrique had carefully selected. A trace of interest slipped through his eyes, He stood up, walked through the dark hall, walked leisurely to the door, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

The warm and bright lights in the corridor immediately illuminated half of the room, and also illuminated the countenance of Earl Ross.

He was wearing a clean white jacket with puffy sleeves, the neckline decorated with complicated patterns was open, revealing half of his white chest, and a silver belt was buckled around his waist, outlining his thin and powerful waist. His figure was slender and tall, The fingers are slender and elegant.

His hair is as dark as a night like black jade, his skin is pale without a trace of blood, and his facial features are as deep as sculptures. Under the Greek-style brows, his eyes are pure blood, glamorous and evil, noble and arrogant like a nobleman It can't cover up the cold madness and aloof indifference.

He adjusted his sleeves leisurely, and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～ In the long corridor, the silver candlestick Shining with a warm halo, the heavy curtains hanging in the daytime are hooked up by silver hooks, revealing the long and graceful Gothic shutters, and the white moonlight spills in from the dark window couplets, providing a warm welcome for the precious people in the corridor. The utensils are plated with a fine silver border.

The figure of Earl Ross appeared in the corridor.

He paced unhurriedly, the moonlight reflected his elongated shadow on the carpet, and he was walking towards the room where he enjoyed his feast and desire/desire.

Unlike other blood nobles, he didn't want his servants to send the blood slave to his room. It was just a consumable that he played with casually and threw away after use. It was too close to his room, and he thought it was dirty.

Just as he was about to approach that room, a soft and clear voice suddenly sounded in the silent corridor. The voice was hoarse and deep, but also seemed to have the innocence and clarity of a child: "Hello."

Earl Ross was taken aback. With his ability as the strongest man of the blood race, he didn't even notice anyone nearby!

He stopped in his tracks, with a calm expression on his face, showing an elegant expression of inviting the other party to continue talking.

A teenager stepped out of the darkness in the corner and stood under the moonlight. His slender body was wrapped in a snow-white silk shirt, the loose neckline revealed his delicate collarbone, and the black trousers were loosely rolled up to his calves. He was naked/naked. Her feet stepped on the thick carpet, pink and white like doves.

The strangest thing is his eyes, the pupils are black and bottomless, indifferent yet gentle, cruel yet innocent.And the boy was looking at him fearlessly with those eyes that seemed not to belong to the world, neither panic nor awe, as bright as if they could reflect a human figure.

Although he was wearing the clothes of a blood slave—it didn't make people feel dirty or mean at all.

Earl Ross found it very interesting, and he, who is known for being moody, unexpectedly didn't feel angry at all.

"My name is Snow Mia, you can call me Snow." The boy said in the same clear and hoarse voice, while stretching out his slender right hand.

Snow... snow?

Earl Ross smiled with interest, and he also stretched out his slender hand, holding the boy's palm in mid-air.

"Count de los." The low and magnetic voice is elegant and charming, as if it has a touch of velvet, even with a slight smile. "Hello, my beautiful little pigeon."

Warm and delicate touch, in the cold palm of the touch, it is inconceivable that it is light and light.

Earl Ross withdrew his palm, as if the warm touch still remained on his cold and pale fingertips, he couldn't help rubbing his fingers lightly, as if he wanted to remove the touch from his fingertips.

"From your eyes, I see darkness." The boy said with his clear eyes. "The cold spread, and the despair surged. ——I saw the endless night." There was a slight doubt in the black eyes.

"And the rose, the indifferent flower on the ice and snow burns like fire, it burns the pale forehead of the person who wears it, the fiery blood mixed with the cold white snow is drunk, dripping blood on the fiery red gem tears."

The young man's hoarse and clear voice murmured a strange language, with rhythmic rhythms like singing poems.

"I heard the sound of the wings of the angel of death fluttering in the air, and the huge wings flapped like a wind blowing from the tomb."

As he spoke, he stared at the earl's blood-colored eyes. The boy's deep eyes were like burning torches in a deep cave, like ice pools in an abyss, or like black lake water under a strange moonlight.

Earl Ross froze, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground by a very mysterious force, and he could not move at all. He stared straight into those dark eyes, as if attracted by the mysterious vortex, forcing He looked deeper and deeper, those eyes were like waves surging in the deep pool, so he couldn't look away.

Darkness... Snow... Roses... Blood...

The picture of the hoarse and clear words whispered, everything flashed in the pupil one by one, intertwined and mixed together, and then reflected in his mind, the broken pictures flashed frame by frame, arousing the deep sleep. The past of thousands of years ago seems to be mixed with the future that has not yet happened.

The past and the future competed and flashed alternately in his mind, the flickering pictures were disrupted and reorganized, and finally returned to a bloody color, the dark red teardrops glistened on the bloody ruby, and the fiery red rose was burning coldly, burning out Bright red blood.

Earl Ross suddenly woke up, panting lightly, his eyes widened from shock with a loss of focus.

The rose in the mother's hand burns together with the mother, bloodstains of revenge are left on the snow-covered land, the blood and tears of the father condense on the flashing tail ring, and there is endless dark night in the cold cemetery.

The memories that were tightly suppressed in the bottom of my heart surged out, but they returned to silence, leaving only the cold moonlight in front of my eyes.

Suddenly, a hand caressed the center of his eyebrows, the delicate and soft touch, and the coolness of the moonlight, warm and gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the most ethereal dreams and deepest emotions.

The count raised his head in surprise, but found that at some point, he was half-kneeling and sitting on the carpet, and the boy also unknowingly walked in front of him, half-squatting down, staring at him with those deep and mysterious black eyes. he. ——And he didn't realize it, and he didn't have any precautions.

His dark hair reflected a silver-white radiance, and the gentle curve of his neck was like a cold ivory statue. Under the crow-feather-like eyelashes, the fluorescent light in his dark pupils flickered, like candlelight dancing in a dark lake, but it was surprising. The mysterious power, soft and warm, makes people calm down slowly.

The young man tapped the center of his eyebrows with his slender fingers, and his dark pupils made people feel at ease. He whispered in a warm and bright voice: "maylordbless you."