Withered

Chapter 26

Nosri broke free with all his strength, he gasped, bit his lips, tried to stop his trembling, and said, "You said I couldn't leave your shelter, so please tell me why I have That damned so-called ability to predict the future?"

Morton stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Nosley's face, but Nosley dodged it, his red pupils moved, Nosley took a deep breath and said, "Put away your damn tenderness , Morton, I want you to tell me everything I should have known."

Morton said softly: "Because you gave me your soul."

In the scorching fire, the boy wrote his name on the ground with his own blood, anger, resentment, and resentment.The devil is tempting him, asking him to sell his soul to him, then he will live forever, but he does not want to be controlled by the devil. In extreme pain, he gritted his teeth: "I want to control everything by myself, I am willing to be demon."

In the tower, countless human lives were sacrificed to him, and he became a demon among vampires, a pure blood.

"You're a devil..." Nosri backed away tremblingly, he sneered and said, "So you want me to sell you my soul... No, I already sold my soul to you? I Now, is it a vampire?"

Every time Morton took a step closer to him, he couldn't help but take a few steps back. This made Morton dare not approach him again, and he could only say, "Nosley, don't be afraid of me."

Nosley's eyes were blurred, and he didn't know why his tears kept falling down. In the dimness, he seemed to see the vampire who wanted to eat him ten years ago, as if he saw Bessie with her mouth open. She rushed towards him ferociously, and finally she turned into dust, and seemed to see Botnar turned into crystal powder, all of which were intertwined in his mind, he yelled, knelt down and hugged his head, the last picture It was frozen in the clock tower, the sun was shining outside, and there was a line of blood on the inside that had been left for hundreds of years: Morton Eswicks.If the wind is stronger and all the dust is lifted, you can see the following words: Willing to become a devil.

——"Do demons exist?"

——"He is here, he is there anytime, anywhere."

There is no need to turn the clouds to the sun, the truth has always been by his side, he just didn’t realize it, Nosri covered his mouth tremblingly, and asked: “When you were a human, you and I have the same blood, right?”

Morton said, "Yes."

"Ah." Nosri stumbled to his feet, he suddenly laughed, and said, "So you have tried everything to get my soul into your palm—if you want my power, come on, suck it up My blood!"

Morton frowned, and he tried to explain: "If your soul is taken away by those demons, you will experience unimaginable pain."

"Yes, this is the pain I'm going through." Knowsley said, crying and laughing, "Morton, you're the devil, so you can't have love. You keep saying you won't lie to me, but you You have been deceiving me with your actions."

Morton was stunned, and Nosley suddenly ran like crazy, not towards the door, but towards the window, the bright window, "crack!"He broke the glass of the window and fell straight out of the window.

He was head down, his whole body was tingling, and the fine rain was hitting him. This was the first time he saw the scenery regressing rapidly from bottom to top. This feeling was amazing.When he fell to the ground, he was unconscious, and the bright red blood gradually spread out. Pain, sadness, despair, hatred, everything left him, and everything was about to end.He turned his eyes slightly with the last of his strength, only to see a blooming blood rose next to his ear.

Morton jumped down from the window, the violent airflow knocked away the petals of the rose, and the petals were flying all over the sky in the rain. With the same pace and expression as usual, he walked slowly to the side of Nosley, squatted down, only The red eyeballs have been trembling slightly.

He picked Nosri up carefully, and walked back to the room from the stairs, blood dripping all the way.He put him on the bed, looked at his dilated pupils, put his ears on his ear, and said, "Nosley, you shouldn't be like this."

Morton slowly loosened his shirt, so solemn, as if he was holding some important ceremony.He used his fingers to tear a hole in his heart, and the bright red blood splashed on the bed and Nuo Sili's body, like countless bloody rose petals.

All the vampires in Hadfield Manor knelt down in fear.

Morton then slit Nosley's chest, which had stopped beating.He scooped up the blood flowing from his chest with one hand, straightened his fingers, the blood dripped into Nosley's chest like a thread, and heavy light flowed in from the cracked window, illuminating his fingertips The last drop of blood, bright red and crystal clear, finally dripped from his fingertips into Nosley's heart, Morton's voice sounded with the slight dripping sound: "Get up, Nosley. "

Nosley twitched violently, the wound on his chest healed quickly, his whole body was twisting stiffly, the reassembled bones made "creak" and "creak" sounds, and the new flesh and blood quickly covered the body that followed him. On the burn scars of more than ten years, fair skin soon appeared.

Nosley's eyelashes moved, and he slowly opened his eyes. The dark red eyes were both beautiful and full of danger, and they were fixed on Morton.

"Morton." Nosri murmured, he knelt and climbed onto Morton's waist, where the blood still flowed down from his heart, he stuck out his crimson tongue, licked a little, and licked it in his mouth Tasted it once and said, "It smells so good."

He greedily licked up from Morton's firm belly all the way to his heart. The wound had already healed. He blinked suspiciously, then looked up at Morton and said, "Morton, I want it."

Morton bent down and kissed his lips.

Nosley hugged Morton tightly. He chased Morton's lips and tongue, bit Morton's lower lip, and let go suddenly. There was some doubt in his dark red eyes. He pulled his collar, as if he didn't know what was going on. Something like, grabbing Morton's hand on the collar and saying, "Morton, I feel bound."

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, wet the carpet in front of the window, the raindrops were dripping, accompanied by dull impact and broken guns.

Hadfield Manor really has another owner, the same pure blood as Lord Morton, Lord Northley.

The author has something to say:

Hmm... finally became a vampire!Is it easy for my mother!

I'll see if I can still write 1w words today