Withered

New glass has been installed on the window of the room. From here, you can see the vast lawn and the blue lake. The sky was gloomy, and suddenly a strong wind blew up. It hit the glass with a bang and fell.

The curtains were not drawn, and the room was very dark from the outside, only the lines of the undulating figure on the bed could be vaguely seen.

It had been a whole day, they had demanded more from each other, and Knowsley's nails were scratching the trails of Morton's back, and he sucked Morton's blood with great satisfaction, tilting his neck, inviting Morton to take the sharp teeth pierced his body.They hugged and exchanged blood, wishing that their bodies would blend together, and they would never be able to tell each other apart.

Nosley's memory is very vague, and occasionally there will always be a few strange-looking pictures popping up in his mind. He doesn't know what he is doing, and he obeys his instincts, like a man who has been walking in the desert. People have been in the rain for a long time, and when they arrive at the oasis, they don't want to come out again.

This kind of ignorance lasted for several days and nights, and he finally woke up on a full moon night, NO.15, always on such a day.He struggled out of Morton's arms, and the silk quilt slipped off his shoulders, revealing red and coquettish traces all over his body.He blinked, everything around him was clearly visible, and the moonlight on the window sill even made him feel a little dazzling.

Morton sat up too.To be honest, it wasn't like him, his hair, which he usually combed up, was now falling down, partially covering his eyes, and through the beautiful golden hair hanging down, his red pupils seemed to be extraordinarily gentle.

Knowsley brushed his hair up with his fingers, and he stared intently at Morton's pupils, for in it he saw a man, beautiful, from forehead to chin, like a well-polished sculpture, who made He felt familiar because they both had the same black hair, but he was unfamiliar because he had dark red eyes and two sharp teeth protruding from the corners of his lips. He opened his mouth in shock, The man followed him in exactly the same way.

Nosley stroked his face with both hands, and there was no bark-like roughness on it, he tilted his head blankly, and whispered: "Now I have become a real vampire. "

Morton hugged him, and Nosley realized that he could no longer feel Morton's body temperature, which was different from ordinary people, because he himself had become this body temperature. If he hugged each other to keep warm, it would be just right, no one would get burned. No one will catch the cold.

Nosley took a quick breath, and said with a trembling voice, "I have become completely unknown to myself."

"That's what you are." Morton seemed to reassure him.

"No, I wasn't like this." Nosley shook his head, his eyes gradually returned to dark green, his teeth were also closed, and he controlled his strength, "I used to be able to see my intact body." But now I see me, as if I fell into a fire, my face was almost burned, and I no longer have the face I used to have."

Morton held his face, kissed Nosley's cheek, from his brows along the bridge of the nose, and pressed it on his lips, saying, "You've always been intact, Nosley."

"No, you lied to me." Knowsley pushed Morton away, got out of bed, and opened the closet. He noticed that the clothes he planned to pack away that day were now hanging in the closet again, as if no one had touched them. Picking out a set and putting it on, he could clearly feel the silky and delicate texture of the material, as it adhered to his skin, he could even feel the finest stitches.

His ability to perceive things is many times better than before.

When they went downstairs, the old butler stood in the living room and said, "Good evening, master, Lord Nosley."

Nosley said softly, "I don't like to hear you call me sir."

The old butler looked towards Morton habitually, but Morton didn't give him any sign. He immediately knew what Morton meant and said, "Yes, Mr. Knowsley."

"Mr. Beidean has been waiting outside the door for a long time." The old housekeeper asked, "Do you want to let him in?"

Nosley was taken aback, and said, "Klein Beidean, very good, let him in."

Klein was wearing a white gown, looking like he had just come out of a church where he swore to be loyal to love.Now he is drenched all over, with the cold breath of rain on his body, and the sharp icicles in his eyes, which can always be hidden perfectly in the past, are directly exposed at this time. He didn't even say hello to Morton, but asked directly. Northley: "Where's Botnar?"

Nosri was sitting on the sofa. He snuggled into Morton's arms and asked, "Where's your Italian wife? Why don't you bring it here so the grown-ups can get to know her?"

Klein said, "Where's Botnar?"

Knowsley whispered to Morton, "He's ignoring me." It was a complaint, before he pointed to the vase on the table and said, "Botnar is in it."

"Impossible." Klein stared at the vase, and suddenly reached out to grab it, but Nosri was faster than him. He opened Klein's hand, and Klein stepped back a few meters before stopping. .

"Your movements are too slow." Nosley picked up the vase slowly. This ceramic vase was painted with red paint, straight, half a palm wide, and the glaze was smooth and delicate. Nosley liked it very much.He tilted the vase, and caught a bit of fine crystal powder flowing out of it with his palm. The veins on Klein's forehead burst out, and he rushed over again.

He couldn't be Northley's opponent at this time. Morton knew that Northley was very unfamiliar with his own changes and abilities, so Klein was just training for Northley. Klein knew it too, but he still He rushed forward because he lost his favorite, which drove him out of his mind.

When he struggled to get up again in pain, Nosley looked at him like an ant trapped in water. He suddenly became merciful and asked the housekeeper to bring a round glass cup and pour the powder on his hand into it. Said: "I allow you to take a little away as a miss."

Klein's face gradually contorted, and Morton suddenly said, "If you don't want to leave now, then you don't need to bring anything."

When Klein came last time, he was full of ambition, but now he can only hold the small charity. He was seriously injured by the newly awakened pureblood, and he tried to straighten his back as much as possible. Although he faltered, he finally maintained his The last of self-respect walked out of Hadfield Park.

He turned his head and looked at the whole manor, and then at the dust left by Botnar, full of hatred.

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It took almost five hours to write this chapter, and I can never grasp the rhythm of the chapter

Anyway, there will be another wave of plot rush, and then it will be over, amen, hallelujah, I haven't written my marketing thesis and cultural research internship report yet, and I will hand in my thesis on the 28th. If I can't finish writing this novel on the 27th, I will I'm not in the mood to write a paper at all... I can't sleep well, it's painful TT, so, God, please give me the strength to finish it! ! !