Withered

Today, there is good news for the Brown family that makes the whole family excited. The eldest daughter, Bessie, the old maid, can finally get married. The dowry, but Lina was a little unhappy. In Mrs. Brown's bedroom, she asked Mrs. Brown: "Mom, did you give the dowry that was originally intended for me to the elder sister first?"

Mrs. Brown was in a good mood, humming a song and doing handwork. She raised her eyes and said, "What's the matter? Lina, Bessie is married, and it will be your turn next. Don't worry, you And Leah's dowry won't be a big problem."

Lina pouted unhappily. She opened the door, and when she saw Nosri, she gasped, patted her chest quickly, and said, "God, you scared me, Nosri, what are you doing?"

"I..." Nosri opened his mouth.

Lina lifted her skirt, turned her body sideways, let out the room door, and said, "Forget it, if you want to talk to mom, go ahead."

Nosley had just come back from outside when he heard Leah say that Bessie's husband's dowry had been prepared, and now Bessie was going to the tailor in town to order clothes. He walked into Mrs. Brown's bedroom, and Mrs. Brown put down her handiwork and asked : "Nosri, what's the matter with you?"

"After the elder sister gets married, can she still go home often?" Nuo Sili blinked and asked.

Mrs. Brown bowed her head to do handwork again, shook her head, and said: "When Bessie married, she became Mrs. Cullens (the last name of Bessie's husband), and she was no longer Bessie Brown. As for whether she can come back often?" ,I don't know either."

Nosri stood there blankly. He didn't want the elder sister to marry, but it was a good thing. He was obviously wrong to think so.

"Isn't it?" In the clock tower, Norton put his hands on his face, talking to Morton about his troubles, "If the eldest sister gets married, I will definitely be very lonely at home, although I also love the second and third sisters. "

Morton stood and looked at him without speaking, he just patted Nosley's head, Nosley stood up frowning, and said to Morton: "No, I'm going back now to see if the eldest sister is back. "

He ran down the stairs, but he was in such a hurry that he missed the stairs. If he rolled down here, oh my God, it would be unimaginable. What should have been pain and shock, but a cold embrace, he has reached the first floor of the clock tower, in Morton's embrace.

Morton hugged Nosley with unexpected speed and brought him to the first floor. If you ignore Nosley's frayed ankle, both of them were safe.

This is not an ability that normal people have. Of course, Nosley knew it. He stared at Morton with wide eyes. Morton frowned slightly, and looked at his ankle, where a few drops of bright red blood oozed out. He sighed, Say, "You're hurt."

Nosley nodded and said, "That's right, but this is pretty good...coming down from such a high place."

Morton put him on the ground, and he gently lifted Nosley's feet to suck away the few drops of blood. This feeling was very bad, like a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue and licking his feet. Sticky, Nosley moved his foot, and Morton whispered, "Shh, don't move, your foot hurts."

Before Nosley had time to say anything, Morton stood up and faced the gate. It turned out that there was another visitor in the tower.

The visitor was handsome, but with pale skin, red eyes, and two sharp teeth that were exposed. Nosley suddenly took a breath. He realized later that vampires usually hide like ordinary people. These characteristics will only appear when entering the state of wanting to suck blood.The visitor appeared out of nowhere, and Nosley felt as if he was being targeted by prey for no reason. He stood up, swallowed nervously, and looked at Morton.

Morton looked at the vampire expressionlessly. The vampire shrank its pupils, then bowed deeply respectfully, and said, "My lord, I didn't expect you to be here."

Then, he glanced at Nosley behind Morton, turned around and was about to leave, Morton suddenly stretched out his hand, and Morton grabbed the vampire's neck immediately, and he struggled, Morton looked at him as if he was watching Like a toy, he said softly, "Do you still dare to covet him?"

A blue flame shot out from inside the vampire, burning him to ashes without giving him a chance to argue.

Nosley was sure it wasn't magic.Morton turned around, and became as gentle as before, and he called softly, "Nosri."

Nosley shook his head, he frowned, and said, "He called you Sir? You..."

Knowsley bit his lip when he thought of those bad memories. In fact, this question has troubled him from the very beginning, but he has been reluctant to ask.

Morton sighed, he walked over, knelt down on one knee, gently grasped Nosley's hand with a temperatureless hand, burned a cold kiss on the back of the hand, and said, "You know I won't lie Yours, if you will know the truth."

Nosley looked down at him, the evening light came in from the window and sprinkled on his shoulders, as if coating him with a layer of holy light, the light like an angel, Nosley asked: "Are you theirs?" Same kind? I mean, are you a vampire too?"

"Yes." Morton replied without hesitation.

Knowsley took two steps back, his brain quickly filtering out details that he didn't usually pay attention to, such as Morton's temperature, and the fact that he never seemed to need to eat or sleep.

"I'm sorry if I startled you, but I'll leave." Morton stood up, turned around, closed his eyes, and said, as if to explain something, "Promise me, Nosley, don't let Hurt yourself."

Nosley looked down at the wound on his foot. The last time Freeman appeared was also because of his own blood.

Morton took a step forward. Suddenly, a body that was warmer than a vampire, even hotter, hugged Morton from behind, and Nosley's voice came from behind: "If you ask me Afraid or not, of course, I am afraid."

"But I... I can't leave you, Morton. I think it's amazing. You won't hurt me, you've saved me several times, I know. If it wasn't for me"

Morton smiled lightly, his chest vibrated slightly, echoing in Nosley's ears attached to his back, he turned around, Nosley squinted his eyes and smiled, only in front of Morton, he smiled happily , or cry freely.

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