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

Zhou Bai stood quietly in the corridor, his white feet sunk in the soft and thick carpet, watching Earl Ross politely say goodbye to him and leave with a harmless face.

I saw that his back was still graceful and calm when he left, but his slightly messy steps seemed a little out of control.

Watching Earl Ross leave his field of vision, Zhou Bai's smile widened. He turned around, walked back to the room leisurely, and closed the door gently.

The moonlight was clear, and a few strands of night breeze came in from the raised blinds, lifting the thin silk curtains, bringing a fresh and light dampness into the room.

Zhou Bai walked to the bed with a calm expression, but in the next instant he was exhausted and collapsed on the bed.

Acupuncture-like pain in the brain, sharp noises in the eardrums, and the internal organs are tightly twisted together, as if the internal organs have been displaced, and the eyes are filled with blood.

Zhou Bai's face remained calm as usual, as if he didn't feel his pain. He carefully felt the state of his body with his consciousness, and found that he only had some physical pain, and there was no lawful rejection or soul pain. When pressed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, the plan worked.

Just when Zhou Bai was about to close his eyes and rest his mind, he suddenly realized that the fatigue and pain in his body had eased a little bit. He opened his eyes in surprise, only to see Xiao Bai quietly parked beside the bed, looking at him with worried expression. , and its small body, which originally exuded a soft and white halo, turned out to be much darker.

A trace of surprise flashed across Zhou Bai's heart. He knew that Xiao Bai would also absorb a lot of energy to strengthen himself when traveling through various planes with him, but what he did not expect was that it would use its own energy directly, It was just to ease his pain. After all, using external energy in a strange and powerful plane would not only cause a large loss of energy, but also cause certain damage to himself.

This is also the reason why Zhou Bai didn't use his own strength to repair his body. After all, for him, such pain was nothing more than a piece of cake.

Zhou Bai raised the corner of his mouth and made a sound with difficulty, the original clear and soft voice became hoarse: "Don't worry."

Xiaobai said a little frantically: "Ah, you already know the power of the laws of this plane, so why are you still fighting against the laws directly! qaq" it said, increasing the output of energy , the small white body became even more bleak.

Zhou Bai frowned, and with a movement of his fingers, he stopped Xiao Bai from delivering energy to him. His voice was low and hoarse, and he reprimanded coldly, "I told you to rest assured, what energy are you wasting, idiot."

Xiao Bai approached aggrievedly, and lightly rubbed Zhou Bai's fingers.

Zhou Bai grabbed it by its fur without politeness, but his movements were rarely gentle.

"This is not considered a direct confrontation. As the main character supporting this plot, Snow's body has all the abilities of Kylier's previous life as the holy son, or in other words, the main character's halo—of course, these are given by the law.

However, at the beginning of the plot, this body is still too weak, and it is difficult for such a weak body to bear such powerful abilities. Only with the development of the plot, the power to use these abilities will be gradually given to the protagonist. The protagonist is now just It has power but can't use it. "Zhou Bai's voice was low and hoarse.

"And I just used my mental power to stimulate this ability in advance." Zhou Bai's eyes were clear and his face was harmless. It's not a problem at all."

Zhou Bai evoked a mocking smile: "Heh, since the law wants to use me to complete the plot, why wouldn't I use the privilege it gave me to fight against itself?"

A marionette?joke.

The light moonlight shone into Zhou Bai's eyes, and the deep black pupils reflected the silver-white moonlight. He lowered his eyes, stared at the silly Xiao Bai in his palm, and said in a low voice, "You idiot, don't you Can you use your brain?"

But in his pupils full of moonlight, there was a faint smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From a distance, he seemed to be as calm and unhurried as when he left, but when he looked closely, his pupils were still in a dazed and out-of-focus state, and he didn't even notice that he walked back to the room directly.

As if he was still in a dream, he sat back in his usual chair.

The broken and overlapping images in his mind have not disappeared, the bloody red and cruel blood are intertwined with the cold and cold snow white, the memories he thought he had forgotten a thousand years ago resurfaced from time to time, and familiar and strange faces flashed before his eyes again and again.

Finally, Earl Ross gently supported his forehead with his palm, his slender pale fingers covered the flash of pain in his eyes.

He leaned heavily on the back of the chair, exhaled a turbid breath, and when he opened his eyes, he became the elegant, ruthless, moody Earl of Ross again, his blood-colored eyes returned to indifference, as if the intense emotions in his eyes before had disappeared. Never been the same.

After he calmed down, he was finally able to think rationally about what happened tonight.

Earl Ross rested his chin on his palm, his long brows were furrowed, his blood-colored eyes flashed with thought, that Snow Mea...he seems to have a little impression of his situation, but...it's totally impossible!

How could such an ancient and rare situation happen to an ordinary human being?

Earl Los's frown became tighter. He stood up, walked to the high bookshelf, and took out a thick book from the corner of the shelf. The cover of the book was old and broken, and it was covered with dust. The yellowed pages were old and brittle, exuding a musty smell of age.

Earl Ross began to read carefully. As time passed, his movements became more and more rapid, his brows became more and more tightly frowned, and his tense face was filled with heavy writing.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally put down the book and took a deep breath. He rubbed the center of his brows wearily, and his long eyelashes drooped to hide the disbelief in his eyes.

Sure enough... Snow Mea is the prophet.

This is an ancient and mysterious race, extremely rare.

It is said that their abilities are innate and run in their veins from generation to generation.They are known as the closest human beings to God. They have the ability closest to God. They can awaken memories, interpret omens, and predict the future. Strangling the creatures of darkness, they took a heavy toll on the vampires thousands of years ago when they were all at war with the Holy See.

However, it may also be because their abilities are too against the sky. In the next few hundred years, they all disappeared. No one knows why. Since then, the prophets have never appeared again. The bloodline was cut off from then on.

Earl Los's face was solemn, and his slender fingers unconsciously caressed the ruby ​​shining on his little finger.

And now, this race has reappeared.

—Still in his own castle.Earl Ross' complexion was gloomy, and his blood-colored eyes could not see any emotional fluctuations.I don't know whether the appearance of this race is a blessing or a curse for vampires.

The slender fingers hanging by the side tightened, and killing intent flashed in the blood-colored eyes.The safest way... of course is to cut the weeds and root them out.

But... For some reason, those strange black eyes suddenly flashed into his mind. The dark and deep pupils were like an abyss, cruel and innocent, indifferent and gentle, as if reading a thousand sails, but also as if they were not stained by the mortal world.

Earl Los closed his eyes fiercely and expelled him from his mind.

However, after all, Snow Mea is still in his own castle. If he is kept and made good use of, he may get unexpected benefits.He persuaded himself, looking for excuses for his hesitation just now.

Such a rare and powerful ability, once used by me, will definitely give them a great advantage.Earl Ross tried his best not to be affected by the man's strange ability, and finally made up his mind.

But... before he could think about Snow Mea, he had one more thing to deal with.

Earl Ross narrowed his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the expression in his eyes, he stretched out his hand, and gently rang the silver rattle beside the seat.

The crisp ringtone broke the tranquility of the night, and as the bell rang, a figure appeared at the door of the room.

Enrique's slender figure stood upright at the door, his black tuxedo was low-key and elegant, and his brown and red eyes drooped obediently.

He walked towards Earl Ross, but the Earl just watched him approach quietly, his blood-colored eyes were cold.

"You are responsible for selecting and bringing this blood slave tonight... right?" The deep and elegant male voice could not hear any emotion.

Enrique frowned indistinctly, with a puzzled look on his face: "Yes."

"Then, do you know his true identity?" Earl Ross' magnetic voice was low and harmless, "Enrui, my most loyal and capable subordinate, has been my friend and relative for thousands of years."

The air pressure of the pure-blooded strongman was heavily suppressed, carrying majestic blood and killing intent.

"My unrecognized...brother." The hoarse ending sounded mockingly, and the blood-colored pupils were sharp and cold.