rose flower ban

Caught off guard by being hugged, Qi Yan slowed down and then chuckled.

It was Zuo Yin's words "When I miss you" that made him lose his mind for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Qi Yan suddenly recalled the time when Xu Xingzhou recovered from his injuries after being attacked by a werewolf.

He and Zuo Yin were looking at a tea set, neither of them knew how to make tea.

The timing of Xu Xingzhou's visit was ingenious. Qi Yan took advantage of the opportunity and asked him "Can you make tea?" Afterwards, Xu Xingzhou made a pot of tea in a daze.

At that time, Zuo Yin was expressionless, staring at Xu Xingzhou's movements for a moment.

Being caught by Qi Yan, he originally thought that Zuo Yin was interested in making tea, but unexpectedly he secretly memorized the movements and practiced them silently.

After thinking about it, Qi Yan patted Zuo Yin on the back.

Zuo Yin kept this posture without moving, and finally said something in a soft voice.

"Let me hug again."

......

This kind of extreme closeness, and the gesture of being able to feel the beating heart of the other party is really nostalgic.

The emptiness of seeing no one for a year seems to be filled in an instant.

Qi Yan did not refuse.

"Owner."

Zuo Yin leaned down and shouted.

The superimposition of the prince's mark in his body was continuously repelled and then merged with his own blood.

He leaned against Qi Yan's neck.

As far as the eye can see, is a piece of snow-white skin.

Clearly visible light blue veins, with blood flowing underneath.

Zuo Yin wanted to ask if Qi Yan also felt the change in him.

He thought that he was the king of the werewolf clan, the seal in his bloodline was lifted, and the changes were quite different.

Apart from the fetters of the status of master and servant between the two.

separated.

is a racial difference.

However, Qi Yan's next sentence dispelled Zuo Yin's scruples.

"Accompany me to the clan meeting."

Qi Yan said.

Still the same as always.

between them.

There is no interval.

Realizing this, Zuo Yin pressed a little tighter.

Zuo Yin smiled lowly: "Okay."

My heart seemed to be filled with unprecedented joy.

How to do.

It seems that just hugging is not enough.

He wants more.

***

The annual clan meeting of the Thirteen Clans.

As the host of this banquet, the Fanzhuo clan gathered all the nobles of the thirteen blood clans to hold a feast of blood.

Black roses surround the entire hall, and a light golden scepter stands in the center of the hall, which is a symbol of power.

Most of the vampires had arrived, and Winfern appeared under the eyes of everyone.

Estan whispered something in his ear, and Winfern's pale golden eyes burst into light.

Once the rotten bracelet among the thirteen sacred artifacts appeared, the competition for the other twelve sacred artifacts followed.

Each clan has its own faction, and they are fully aware of the existence of the holy artifact.

And even though they discussed harmoniously on the surface and were able to suppress the sacred artifacts that have appeared one after another together, it is unknown what they really think.

·

Winfern held secret meetings several times in the secret party.

Just waiting for the next holy artifact to appear, it is inevitable that people with ulterior motives will get the sacred artifact first and do anything wrong. A cordon has been pulled up everywhere, and the princes of several major clans all support it.

They all know it, and have lingering fears.

Hallows are not so easy to manipulate.

If you are not careful, you will become a puppet of a holy weapon from a prince of a clan to do evil, and be cast aside by all clans.

There was a case thousands of years ago.

A certain noble who tried to use his corpse to rule all the clans.

Corpse Hand, the left hand of the ancestor.

It was cut down because it contained countless mysteries of the world, and was looted by blood clans as a holy artifact.

After triggering a blood-clan cannibalism war, he disappeared.

Therefore, there must be a heart to snatch the sacred artifact, but the heart of reverence is also indispensable.

Winfern glanced around.

Most of the thirteen princes arrived.

Winfern's invitation to Cappadocia could not be hidden from these princes.

This clan meeting will definitely discuss the sacred artifact.

...

In the hall, amidst the soothing music, many nobles gathered to chat.

Winfern waited gracefully.

According to Estan's news, Qi Yan is already on his way to the Fanzhuo tribe.

Seeing his mannerisms, the other princes roughly guessed this point.

Prince Aled of the Bruch clan swept his dark brown eyes into the hall.

The recent rift between the Bruges and the Blood Hunting Alliance has become known to everyone, and his behavior at this moment has fallen into the eyes of many blood clans.

Those present were all blood clans of four and five generations. Although they had noble status, they didn't dare to compare with the princes of a clan, and all avoided him under his gaze.

As for Aled, who was sitting high on the throne to the west, he just took a quick glance and then looked away.

Then he looked at Winfern in the middle.

...

Winfern smiled, and there was interest in his pale golden eyes, "Prince Alled."

Alled nodded.

As one of the seven major clans of the Secret Party, Winfern is the leader of the Secret Party, and the other princes in the Secret Party have a good attitude towards him.

Seeing him looking at him, Aled spoke after a while, "I heard that Prince Winfern has invited the Prince of Cappadocia."

Winfern nodded with joy on his face.

As early as when Cappadocia accepted Xu Xingzhou's request and secretly blocked the actions of the three elders of the Bruhe tribe.

Aled not only didn't make any expression, even under the instigation of the three elders of the Bruch tribe, he remained unwavering in his attitude.Winfern had a great interest in this.

If you read it right.

The direction Ared looked at just now was on the throne he had prepared for Qi Banquet.

For a while, no one spoke again.

...

among them.

Prince Eric of the Simmor tribe and Prince Brett of the Giovanni tribe had a happy conversation.

When the rotten bracelet plague was suppressed, Prince Eric had a subtle sympathy with the spells of the Giovanni tribe, and Prince Brett was also curious about the magic of the Simmore tribe.

The two sides reached an agreement on the purpose, and began further research on the cooperative use of magic and spells.

There is no barrier between the secret party or the neutral party at all.

Some are just like-minded.

In the end, Prince Brett of the Giovanni clan asked seemingly unintentionally: "The prince of the Lesenba clan seems to have rejected the invitation of this clan meeting?"

Wen Fern stroked the jade ring in his hand, with a rather careless expression.

The tone of the exit was a bit sad, "Ah, that guy Engels doesn't seem to like me very much."

It is rumored that the Lesenba tribe is a group of elegant and depraved people who claim to be noble but decadent.

As for Engels, the prince of the Lesenba family, he was disgusted with Prince Winfern, who had always been a model of the blood clan and a model of elegance and nobility.

"Then it seems that there are only thirteen princes in this thirteen clan meeting." Prince Eric answered.

......

And the No.13 prince who came late.

Qi Yan was tilting his head to glance at Zuo Yin who had been leaning towards him.

"what happened?"

Zuo Yin frowned, and said honestly, "I want to be closer to Master."

From the day I saw Qi Yan, there was a sense of restlessness in my bones for no reason, it seemed that only getting close to Qi Yan would give me some peace of mind.

Qi Yan smiled and patted the place beside her.

After Zuo Yin sat down, he teased and opened his mouth.

"You seem to be in a estrus period unique to the werewolves."

Restless and restless.

Zuo Yin was taken aback.

Then listen to Qi Yan continue.

"But this is only available when a werewolf becomes an adult and can become an incarnation."