One powder tops ten blacks [Comprehensive]

The long corridor seemed to be endless, the light was dim, the orange candles lit on the wall danced, and the shadow of the priest was elongated and cast on the wall.It looks like the hell devil recorded in the Bible, ferocious and terrifying.

Ye Xi closed his eyes, lying in the arms of the priest, his eyelashes were long and thick and slightly curled, his nose was straight and small, and his lips were bright red.With blush on both cheeks and long light golden hair like the moonlight, this is a young man who is extremely favored by the gods.He has extraordinary beauty, even if he is not aware of it himself.

The teenager who fell asleep because of drunkenness breathed shallowly through the tip of his nose, hot and scalding, in fact his cheeks and his body were burning hot.He was like a small stove, lying quietly in the arms of the priest.The scalding temperature almost burned the priest who was as cold as a corpse.

Just almost, just an illusion.

But the priest liked this illusion very much, it gave him the illusion that he was still alive in the world.

In the past, only the person in his arms, whom he regarded as a person of faith, would give him such joy.

Whether it is pain or joy, only he can give it.

His life and death, his emotions, everything about him is in his hands.

And the person who has it all, never just dismisses it.

The end of the corridor led to a room, and the priest stepped into it with Ye Xi in his arms.

The light in the room was also dim, and the windows were tightly blocked by thick dark red curtains, preventing any light from the outside world from seeping in.There are candlesticks on the long table, the candlesticks are lit, and the orange candlelight reflects the darkness of the room, with blurred light.

It was a luxurious bed that was big enough for several grown men to toss and turn on. It was covered with rose-red sheets, but there were two snow-white pillows.The priest walked over with Ye Xi in his arms. He came to the bedside and put the boy in his arms on the bed with gentle movements.

The priest stood by the bed, staring darkly at the sleeping boy on the bed. His eyes were different from the usual dark blue, but...scarlet like blood, gems.What kind of eyes are those, as beautiful as expensive and flawless rubies, as evil as the cold blood filled with hell's blood river.

But at this moment, these eyes were fixed on the young man on the bed, and the deep emotion in those eyes seemed to be affectionate.

The priest stretched out his hand, and he was unbuttoning the collar of his robe. The top buttons of the skirt were unbuttoned, revealing the tightly wrapped skin. The skin under the robe was as pale as marble. Not a trace of blood gleamed coldly.That's not what humans will have. No matter how humans are, their skin is soft and warm, with gurgling blood flowing inside.

But the blood race is always cold.

Their skin is as cold as marble buried in the ground, and their blood is cold and frozen, because they are not alive.In a sense, they are no different from dead people, and it is not wrong to call them corpses.

Their appearance is fixed at the moment of transformation, time cannot leave traces on them, and time cannot add wind and frost to them.They will always live in the best moments of their lives, but they will never have the instinct to perceive warmth and tenderness.They are a family abandoned by time, left forever on the other side of the long river of time, watching the people around them, contemporaries, even former relatives and friends, go away and disappear one by one.Only they were left behind.

For a long time, not only their skin, body temperature and blood were cold and hard, but also their hearts and emotions.At the moment of becoming a blood race, the heart stopped beating, but the once rich and hot emotions still remained.It made them feel like they were alive and their hearts were still beating bright red.

However, as time goes by, their once rich and hot emotions will gradually cool down, forget and disappear.The heart is also cold and hard, motionless, like a cold stone.

At this time, they will realize that human beings are dead, and the survivors are the races called blood races that can only exist in the dark and have been abandoned by time and gods.

*****

The priest stared at the boy sleeping soundly on the bed with scarlet eyes. He reached out and picked up the boy's hand, pressing it to his heart.

"Once upon a time..." the priest's voice was deep and gorgeous, with an indescribable seductiveness, "This place is beating because of you."

"But you killed it," said the priest.

After a long time, he put Ye Xi's hand back and stared at his face.His gaze moved down and landed on his slender neck, delicate collarbone...

The red light in the priest's eyes was even worse, and the turbulent emotions in his eyes were constantly churning, like violently tumbling ocean waves in a rainstorm.He stretched out his hand, and pressed his fingers on the skin of Ye Xi's collarbone slightly below. The scorching heat from his fingertips seemed to melt his heart, obviously...it had already Dead and freezing cold!It is a cold stone.

Why do I still feel this way?

Like, it's still alive?

The abnormality coming from the heart made the corners of the priest's eyes red, and the emotions in the eyes became more and more turbulent. His sharp nails scratched the soft skin under his hands, and warm blood immediately flowed out.

In an instant, the sweet and mellow smell from the air made the priest open his mouth unconsciously, revealing the sharp fangs hidden deep inside.

The priest's handsome face was instantly ferocious, his scarlet eyes gleamed fiercely, and his aura was evil and dangerous.

He couldn't refuse such a sweet taste, just like he couldn't refuse the boy on the bed.He decided to honor his own instincts, he bowed his head, his sharp fangs almost touched the boy's skin, but...

"Brother..." The boy on the bed murmured.

The priest paused for a moment.

Looking from a distance, there are jumping orange-red flames, the light is blurred and dim, and there is an extravagant, extravagant, warm, and ambiguous atmosphere in the room.On a luxurious big bed covered with rose-red sheets, a delicate and thin teenager was lying on it, and on his body lay a handsome, evil vampire with its fangs bared.

The blood race is a cruel creature, even if it is gentle, it is also cruel and gentle.They have never softened their hearts to their prey, let alone let go of the delicious food in their mouths.

But at this moment, the priest raised his head, and he glanced at the boy on the bed.

Then he turned around and left. At this time, someone came out of the darkness at the right time, handed him a crystal goblet full of dark red liquid respectfully, and then hid in the darkness.

The priest raised the goblet in his hand and drank it down in one gulp.

However, this is just drinking poison to quench thirst. I have tasted the sweetest and most mellow taste in the world. All other blood is just the worst imitation.There is no way to satisfy this restless and hungry blood nobleman. However, this moment is not the best moment.

He was waiting, waiting for the boy to abandon his beliefs.

At that time, he will hold him and fall into the darkness together.

Now is not the time, be patient.

endure.

For a moment, the priest's expression was ferocious, and his handsome face was distorted because of his unsatisfied desire.

Like, the devil in hell.