Geeky

Su Shi took this opportunity to rush towards the silver cross. He had already stood under the cross, and the rose-colored light smudged his light-colored forehead.The handsome mixed-race face exudes a fairytale-like temperament.

The cross was nailed two and a half meters above the ground, but given Su Shi's height, it was still easy to remove.

His white and slender fingers with a touch of light gold rose like the moon.Just when his fingers touched the cross, a hand "slapped" onto the tree trunk and just pressed against his hand.

A pale and thin hand with a hint of mint.

Su Shi turned around, and Balan was looking down at him, his black eyes, like the night wind, concealed an invisible movement.That pale and handsome face was also dyed with a rose-colored halo by the ball light, giving off a strange feeling of tenderness and ghosts...

Balaam appeared in front of him like a gust of cool mist.

The silver chain intertwined between their clasped palms, and the cross shook.

That's even, Balaam thought:

In the invited game, being teased and chased by the vampires, enduring tension and panic, but having nowhere to go, just when the first vampire was about to hurt him, Balaam—the noble Balan Sisera, The best of the younger generation of blood.The richest of the noble, the noblest of the rich, the youngest of the noble and rich.

Balaam, whose character is far superior to those boring, empty, thrill-seeking and pleasure-seeking vampires, will reach out like a god to save this human lamb from the terrible shadowy lost.

He would apologize to his brothers and sisters for their offence, and give him this "Phobos" cross, an inexpensive silver jewelry like this is very suitable as a meeting gift...

What a courteous Balaam!

Although the development was slightly different from what he expected, the ending doesn't seem to be much different.

Although he robbed his banquet hall, he also lied to him.

Of course, he also caused him to pay a lot of wrong money, deliberately invited him to a banquet to try to mock him, and accidentally... um... bit him.

... Well, his fault was a little more than that.

He just needs a chance to be what he is - he's a friendly, peaceful vampire who's literally a gentleman when it comes to humans, unlike his goofy siblings.Having seen their ferocious appearance, he will know that it is not too much for him to bite him, and he will improve, he will do better.

He should have seen clearly how different he is from other blood races by now.

They would hurt him for pleasure, even unable to control their own killing instincts.Only he will protect him...

Besides, he was Balaam.

He allows him to approach him.

"Okay, it's time to finish...let me take a bite,"

Balaam opened his lips slightly, and his canine teeth became a little bit sharper. He said in that hoarse voice, "Just leave a little tooth mark, it won't bleed..."

He lowered his head slightly, his eyelids were half closed, his long and fluffy eyelashes cast a light shadow on his porcelain-like flawless skin, his straight nose almost touched Su Shi...

The two hands were tightly intertwined, and the shaking of the cross never stopped.

Balaam's power prevailed, and Su Shi was still unable to snatch the silver chain from him.He can feel that there are still several pairs of eyes peeping here in the darkness, silent like bats in a cave, but they will pour out at any time when you are unprepared.

A symbolic bite could end all of this...

But since Balaam has already decided to "start", it is up to him to decide to "end".

"..."

Su Shi wrapped his arms around Balan's waist.

Balaam was slightly taken aback.

The next second—

"bump--!"

Su Shi led Balan towards the river, and the stream with scattered fallen leaves exploded into huge splashes, swallowing the two of them like a wound, and the glimmering stream surged like chewing.

In an instant, Su Shi pressed Balan and sank to the bottom of the stream, which was covered with black smooth stones.

A series of silver bubbles surged up like boiling.

Su tried to swing his fist in the water and hit Balan in the face with one punch.

More than a dozen black shadows were separated from the shadow of the tree, and Chen stood in the silent and hazy night.

They seem to be models for ready-to-wear advertisements for the same theme. They stand scattered among the trees, their faces and hands are pale in the diffused moonlight. They are tall and tall, with elbows as sharp as bird beaks. Either alone, or both arms, high or low, front or back, at the same time, silently moving in the same direction.

The river trembled.

The deep "哗——哗——" sound was like a drawn-out tone, and water could be heard flowing in it.

The fallen leaves are covered with broken silver light, undulating, undulating... The stream here is like a silver hairtail with stomach cramps, groaning wetly in silence, even the night vision of blood races cannot see The movement under the clear water.

It must have been exhausting to wrestle with the suffocation.

Humans are not as powerful as Balaam, and the current will wash away the gap.

But if it was them, they would never make such an attempt.

For the blood race who pay attention to the beauty of rhythm even when breathing, it is really not decent to go to war like this, and what good is it to offend Balaam for a game?

Sometimes, it is not decent to lose; and sometimes, it is not decent to lose.Grasping the subtle differences between the two is also a must-have for nobles.

The short life of human beings is simply not enough to equip them with noble character...

Of course, they are nobles, they have the final say.

"Wow—!"

There was a huge splash on the river, from which Balaam appeared first.Anger pumped his chest, and he landed.The angry face is eye-catching, and there is a surge of vivid beauty.

Butler Freeman came to the shore at some point, and had already prepared a large towel as soft as lamb's wool for him, leaning over to wrap him up.

That wet, pale but flawless face also made the onlookers a little bit disappointed—if the blood race's healing ability wasn't so powerful, maybe they could guess what happened underwater.

Balaam was sitting on the bank of the river, pinching the fingers of his left hand with his right hand, staring at the water with anger in his eyes, letting his hair and clothes flow out.

At this time, the blood race standing behind him continued to approach, no need to worry about whether there would be a sudden explosion of water, messing up their hair and wetting their clothes.

They looked at the stream gradually recovering from the pain—a stream at night, either too dark, like an overly rich black gemstone, or too shiny, like freshly polished silver.

One hand sticks out from the water and touches the surface of the water, fingers and palms are flat on the water waves, as if what he is grasping is not a flowing but a fixed entity, the other hand is like growing in a fast-moving movie. Like a lily, it sticks out of the water, with silver chains wrapped around its fingers, and a shining cross hanging from its palm.

Fingers spread, the cross on the palm fell, dangling under the wrist.

It's like a small white flag slowly stretched out from the trenches...

It just represents victory, not surrender.

The scar on the palm, the blood flowing out, and the silver chain are entangled with light and dark.

Stream water and blood flowed down that hand together, and the cool smell of blood melted into the air with the sweet fragrance of wood leaves, like fresh strawberry juice melted into crushed ice in summer.

He poked his head out of the water, his expression was as peaceful as the moonlight, and maybe with an unpredictable smile... His two folded elbows were flat on the water, as if the water was a table, and he was lying on it .

He looked at Balaam.