[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

The second day, the third day... Bai Mo would come to the woods after lunch almost every day, spending the afternoon with his only friend.

On this day, the girl finally couldn't bear to ask: "Elf, may I know your name?"

Bai Mo, who was lying on the branch, was taken aback for a moment, and he sat up without answering.

"You can't tell anyone your name, and you can't show your strength in front of others, promise me." Moira once asked him to make a promise. Although Bai Mo didn't understand the reason, it didn't hinder him Keep the agreement with your mother.

The girl realized that he was in trouble, so she didn't continue to ask.

"Elf, my name is Alisa, Alisa Baker, don't forget." The girl smiled and told him her name before leaving, which made Bai Mo feel a subtle sense of guilt.

Finally, one evening later, he broke the agreement.

"Noelle Rimo Wilson, that's my name."

The girl was indeed very happy, Bai Mo looked at the other party's smile, and the little bit of guilt in his heart for breaking the agreement disappeared.

But the next day, the girl didn't show up.

Bai Mo climbed up to his favorite tree and sat on it for a whole afternoon.When the sun was about to set, he jumped out of the tree, landed lightly on the ground, and left without looking back.

He walked slowly on the way back, and only when the moon had climbed into the sky did he drag himself to the door of the house.

Bai Mo put his hand on the doorknob, but he didn't push it away.

Not right.

He took a few steps back, and his instinct to escape danger drove him to hide in the dead tree trunk where he used to play hide-and-seek with his mother, without making a sound during the whole process.

Tonight is a full moon, and the silvery moonlight shines from overhead, illuminating the forest that has always been foggy at night.

A few furtive figures appeared not far away, with a strong smell of blood on their bodies, which could be easily smelled even from such a distance.The figures walked in, and Bai Mo's pupils shrank suddenly after seeing the things they were holding.

"Damn it, it's crazy," the man with one sleeve missing on his coat cursed, "Idiots know that this time shouldn't be chosen, and those people above are really brain-rotten to accept your suggestion."

The person walking in the front suddenly raised his hand, swiped the silver sword, and the high-speed airflow brought up several deep marks on the ground.

Two bloodstains immediately appeared on the face of the man affected by the sword energy. He pulled out the gun pinned to his waist and aimed it at the front. He said angrily, "Damn it! Don't think I won't dare to do anything because the coat of arms is on your body. !"

The man holding the sword didn't look back, let alone give him a look. The man was completely enraged. The moment he opened the safety lock, a red phantom rose into the sky from the wooden house.

"Here we come." The man said softly.

Bai Mo, who was hiding in the dark and observing, was taken aback for a moment.Unexpectedly, this tall sword bearer turned out to be a woman!

The dark red phantom spread its wings, a bright color like blood.It swooped down after screaming, and its target was the woman.

The two swords collided, one red and the other silvery white. The collision of the two opposing forces produced a powerful impact, and the nearest tree was even uprooted.

The red phantom was very blurry, and Bai Mo could only vaguely see that it was the silhouette of a woman.

The tall huntress noticed something strange, pushed the phantom away skillfully, and then stared at the wooden house coldly.Sure enough, as she expected, Xu Ying did not continue to attack, but froze and remained motionless.

"come out!"

"Ah, ah, it is indeed the one with the most sensitive nose among the hunting dogs. It is really unexpected that you can find this place..."

At some point on the roof stood a gorgeously dressed man. He raised his right hand and made a gesture of shaking hands in the air. The crimson shadow that was frozen in place turned into a feather and burned into ashes in the air.

"Hand over it."

"Huh?" The man looked confused and innocent, making the blood hunters gnash their teeth.

"boom!"

The gunshots sounded, and the people on the roof fell straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"What are you doing!" The woman with the sword turned her head, extremely angry.

"That's a lot of nonsense. Just kill him and take it back. There are plenty of ways to make the corpse speak." The man wiped his beloved pistol indifferently, and said in a frivolous tone: "What? Could it be that he is your shady lover? But. ...There are only monsters who can look up to monsters like you, hahaha."

He ignored her gaze and walked past her.

"Bang bang bang bang!" he laughed, firing at the corpse until he ran out of bullets.

The corpse was already bloody and bloody, especially the head, which was almost a puddle of mud.

The man gestured a few times with the empty gun, and he looked at the woman holding the sword with undisguised contempt in his eyes: "Don't think that you can change much after joining the guild, after you go back this time, the coat of arms will still be there. be mine."

The Huntress looked at him without a trace of emotion.Under the moonlight, her eyes had weird vertical pupils, and the man was uncomfortable being watched, so he lowered his head to touch the spare bullet at his waist as if avoiding it.

"I really don't know what kind of medicine those people took." While changing the magazine, he kept talking, "Monsters should look like monsters, pretending to be human."

The silvery white sword suddenly began to tremble, and the edge of the sword made a whining sound, and the violent sword began to become hotter and hotter. There was already a burnt smell from the woman's palm, but she only frowned, her hands still tightly He gripped the hilt tightly.

There was a burst of light laughter, and a sudden change emerged.

"That's right."

The man who was talking eloquently a moment ago only had time to make an expression of astonishment, and the next moment his body and head were separated.

Blood spurted out, and when it fell, it was like blood-red rain.

The person bathed in blood suddenly turned his head and smiled at Bai Mo: "A monster, of course it should look like a monster."

"Run! Get out of here, the farther the better!"

Moira's voice sounded suddenly, and the next moment, Bai Mo realized that his body had moved by itself, but he couldn't control it at all. He started running, getting faster and faster, and later he had clearly exceeded the speed limit of human beings.He heard the voice behind him, the ear-shattering explosion mixed with the woman's painful wailing, his heart tightened, but now even looking back was a luxury.

After running for an unknown amount of time, when the moon was setting and the sun was rising, and his physical strength was almost exhausted, he met a person.

The blond man held a gorgeous white staff in his hand, and the cloudy gem at the top was shining slightly.

"Got you."

These were the last words Bai Mo heard.

It wasn't until much later that Bai Mo knew why Moira made him swear to himself not to say his name.

For every blood race, their name itself is a kind of prohibition, a kind of restriction that only exists between the blood race and the world.Unless the relationship is very close, a vampire will never tell others his name.

Once the name of the blood family is known, and the strength of the other party is superior to itself, it means that the blood family is completely weak.When that person issued a strong order in his own name, the blood race would not be able to resist.