Geeky

The villa of Tulip Manor has been covered with a dark veil.

The huge building is not dazzling, it is surrounded by a mass of sleeping tulips, blending into the hazy night with the soft forest, grassland and stream.

The lawn was dense and soft, like a fine Persian rug.There are several glass pyramids dotted here and there, emitting golden light from inside, illuminating the surrounding grass, and the inside of the glass is constantly washed by running water, bringing flowing and sparkling light into the darkness.

There is a staircase of more than twenty steps on the front of the villa. The handrails on both sides have a vertical groove. Above is a foaming fountain ball, flowing water continuously and shining, like two flowing streams. of sapphires.

After walking past the water handrail, the leading manservant led Su Shi to turn to the outdoor corridor on one side, where the tulips exuded the fragrance of sound sleep.

The corridors seemed to be sensor lights. As the two walked one after the other, the originally dark corridor began to gradually extend a faint light...

But these lights do not come from the chandeliers or wall lights, but from the bottom of the feet.

"Please watch your step."

The blood servant in front reminded him in a calm tone, the tone didn't have any special meaning of caring, and he didn't look back at Su Shi, and didn't include any other personal emotions.It seems that he doesn't care about you, but it also seems that you can ignore him at any time.

The "corridor" under the feet is hollowed out, like one after another overlapping circular bat-pattern stamps.

At the edges, the gaps are so wide that you can even put your feet in them.

Through the hollowed-out gap, it can be clearly seen that all the water is under the corridor.

Miniature rocks, white sands, coral reefs, miniature mountains, abysses, and large tracts of forests with twisted branches... all the way forward, like a scroll painting about the underwater world that never repeats with.

Small starfish paralyze on the pink coral reef, hermit crabs walk across the white sand, colorful small fish and shrimp swim and shuttle among the coral or branches, and those seaweeds with leaves that sway with the water waves, It seems to be dancing a mysterious prayer dance in slow motion...

The light in the corridor gradually dimmed from far to near, and Su Shi heard the sound of fish tails splashing water in the distance.

He was brought into a spacious hall, the valet turned on the switch of the chandelier, and the almond-colored soft light poured down like rain.The ground seems to be a large piece of uniform and deep blue crystal. Although the light probes into the depths, its color has a gradual change from light to dark, but it looks more and more pure and pure.

But Su Shi soon discovered that it was because the water was too deep.

A black shadow quickly approached the ground, opened its flat and long snout suddenly, its jagged teeth scraped across the smooth and transparent glass, and hit the soles of Su Shi's feet, making a muffled "dong" sound.It has four small spider-like eyes, a fat neck with countless folds, and rows of sharp tooth-like protrusions on the black scales, which are shockingly ugly.

Su Shi took a step back abruptly.

"This is a four-eyed crocodile. Master Balan always likes to raise some strange creatures. Please forgive me."

The blood servant on the side said, "Please wait here for a moment, let me report to the butler, and then introduce you."

The manservant backed away from the hall, rubbing his chest.

The crocodile hovered unwillingly under Su Shi's feet, gnawed a few mouthfuls of glass, then swung its tail and sank into the endless blue.

This is a mahogany-based room, with a dark woven carpet on the floor, and the color of each chair is red and dull, with a wine-like luster.

A mahogany cabinet was placed against the wall, and in the glass case were displayed fine wine and blood soaked in the cold.On the wall above, a silver frame protruded, like a silver vine climbing on the wall, with decorative silver leaves. On those spiral vines, there were more than a dozen pear-shaped tall crystal cups hanging upside down.

A silver chandelier rested on the chest, and seven white candles were lit in it.Seven clusters of flames were trying their best to illuminate the tall room, leaving overlapping and heavy shadows... But in the eyes of the blood race, everything was clear.

The chairs seemed to be loose and random, but they were placed around in a rhythmic manner. There were young blood race men and women sitting on them. They were all pale, with black hair, wearing gorgeous and dark clothes, and their lips were as red as blood.

Undoubtedly, they are blood nobles, well-educated in etiquette, and familiar with all kinds of elegance... But at this small gathering, they don't look the same as they do in front of people.

Some people lowered their heads and polished their sharp nails; some leaned their arms on the armrest and tilted their heads to drink the liquid in the wine glass; ...

The most exaggerated one was lying in a pitch-black coffin reclining on a wooden sofa chair, curling white smoke vacated the coffin, and after a few times, a pale hand stretched out holding the smoke, over the top of the coffin and stretched backwards, His fingers lit the ash in the ashtray on the chair.

The nail of that finger was plated with zigzag silver, and it shone orange-red in the candlelight.

A man with a beautiful voice in the middle of the carpet recited poems for everyone present. Balaam exhaled a long puff of smoke from the coffin, and leaned his feet/crossed on the bottom edge of the coffin.

After that, accompanied by a series of foot bells, an exotic girl came slowly to the center of the carpet. The candlelight was like a secret gaze, licking her honey-colored skin, and her plump breasts were drawn by the navel tube top covered with gold sequins. The skirt is tied higher, and the fringed skirt can't cover the strong thighs.

The hot smell of human beings mixed in the aromatherapy has more or less aroused the interest of several blood races present here.

To this attention, the dancer smiled confidently.

The thick white snake hanging on her body squirmed slowly, and its scales swam over her ripe skin like wheat.

A few camel bells and the sound of music.

The sexy stunner with the snake around her neck danced barefoot on the carpet.

Balan got up from the coffin, squeezed the cigarette from his lips, and exhaled a long and graceful wisp of smoke at the dancer.That slender and plump, slender and plump body is gracefully behind the silently spreading white smoke, every inch seems to be writhing like a snake, only a pair of thick black eyes stared at the young man in the coffin without blinking. .

The black soft dress slanted down his stretched and thin shoulders, and the collar tip of the white shirt was stretched to the sides, revealing his pale and almost motionless Adam's apple.The maids in short black silk skirts were kneeling or sitting sideways on the carpet under his coffin, looking up at his face which was shadowed by the candlelight.

Balaam slightly opened his lips to the dancer.

In the next second, slender and white hands handed the freshly peeled wet grapes to him in front of him, the heights were scattered, and they were extremely beautiful.Like a field of pure white flowers, holding up a washed blue gemstone.

Balaam took the sweetest grape from the fairest hand.

……

Someone blew out the candles, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

The vampires on the chairs changed positions.

Performers dressed in pitch black filed in, a dozen of them in total.These people formed a circle hand in hand... Even though the room was already dark, the servants still offered sunglasses to the distinguished guests.

Music plays and the clothes of the performers glow.

Stars were lit up one by one, and a ring-shaped planetary belt appeared in front of the eyes of the blood races. A planet in the middle was born, gradually became brighter, and finally turned into a bright circular spot of light.The stars circulated on the surface of the costumes, and the performers were divided into two teams, holding hands, and walked around the central performer, forming a rotating spiral galaxy.The colors of the galaxy from the inside to the outside are gold, gold powder, pink, purple... The galaxy rotates faster and faster, and suddenly splits into two smaller spiral galaxies.

They choreographed galaxies, comets, black holes, and ended with a stellar explosion.

Arm overlaps arm to serve as the stage for the universe.Green light and red light are intertwined... The frozen picture is like a giant colorful cauliflower whose stems have been cut off.

"Clap clap clap..."

Tudor Sisera applauded the novelty of the dance, but he soon found it foolish to do so.

Because the others said nothing about it, it seemed that he had never seen the world.

He immediately remedied:

"This is the most boring house party I've ever been to."

In this way, the applause just now was just "sarcasm".

He turned to look at his cousin Balan Sisera, and found him glancing at the clock, which was an amusing grotesque.As an aristocrat, the most important thing to guarantee is time, and the most important thing to ignore is also time.

A man of blood clan who appeared next to Balan interrupted what Tudor Sisera wanted to say next.Tudor recognized that it was Balan's "follower", Louis Jarvis.Although Tudor doesn't have a knighthood yet, he doesn't have much respect for the baron.

Because Sisera is a large family, as the heir of a branch of Balaam's paternal family, he is sitting here as Balaam's cousin.Of course, his father and Balan's father were not related by blood. Their respective ancestors' initial relationship was more like an alliance, but under the matchmaking of history, through countless marriages, they finally became a close-knit big family.

(We said earlier that blood races have a strict hierarchy, and titles are an important basis for dividing status. But in this world, it is not just the official titles that can exert influence, otherwise there will be no overthrown dynasty Or the emperor sent to the guillotine. Forces from different directions can always counteract and check each other.)

The visitor whispered a few words in Balan's ear, and Tudor noticed that Balan sat up straight involuntarily - there was even a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

"Freeman!"

Balaam called to his butler and got up from the coffin.

More than 100 years of service made Freeman understand the needs of the young master very well. As he stepped forward to tidy up his soft coat for Balan, he signaled the servants to take good care of the guests with his eyes.

Balaam stopped walking after walking to the door and opening a crack.He turned around and snapped his fingers, and said in a voice like silver satin:

"Everyone, tonight's game is just about to start."

Tuduo thought to himself, he might have completely forgotten about them just now.

Balaam hurried forward, and a group of servants in uniforms soon appeared behind him, some of them were holding various incense and styling water, and some were holding jewelry accessories...

Rings of various colors filled a sandalwood box; nail polishes of various colors filled another sandalwood tray with glass bottles filled with gold powder and silver powder...Because of haste and no clue, the queue behind became longer and longer , waiting for Balaam to dispatch with an idea.

Balaam turned into the cloakroom—it looked more like a costume museum, and there was even a series of fourteenth-century men's clothing.

Balan stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror nearly one foot high, and two servants matched him with a riding suit and boots in front of him; the hairdresser hired by the family combed his hair with a silver comb, constantly combing according to the preferences revealed in his expression. Playing with the soft and slightly curly black hair...

"Cut it off."

"Pattern number 238."

"Cuff, Mint."

"..."

Balaam Sisera occasionally gave instructions, and the pale and thin face in the mirror turned from time to time at a small angle.A pair of dark and deep eyes looked critically into the mirror.Under the light, his face was as white as a lily, and his lips were as red as a bitten-out strawberry.