[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

As the story continued, the Holy Son's face became paler and paler, but Cain acted as if he didn't notice, and even described the bloody scenes about God's massacre of redundant blood races vividly and vividly.

"Enough!" The Holy Son held his head and shouted in a broken voice: "God will not do that! He is loving and great, and he will not be like—"

"Like a demon?"

The Holy Son looked at Cain in astonishment.He wasn't surprised that the other party had guessed his idea, but felt guilty and unbelievable that he had compared gods and demons together.

"In fact, he did much more than these." Cain looked down at his left hand on his lap, and smiled.He swallowed his tea, suppressing something in his chest that was about to explode.

The air above the table suddenly began to compress and expand, and when the space was distorted, a group of translucent colloids appeared out of thin air.

"I think you need this." Cain beckoned the Son to accept it. "Return to the original owner."

The Holy Son hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to catch the translucent object.The moment the finger touched the colloid, it began to squeeze frantically towards the center, and finally turned into a crystal red gemstone.

A burst of intense light suddenly burst out in the distance, like the snow-white sun appearing at night, making people feel dazzling.

Since it was night, the curtains were not closed in the room they were in. When the white light appeared, Albert moved to the shadow in an instant, pulled the thick velvet curtain and wrapped it around Bai Mo, and the ring on his index finger turned into a black one. A sphere encloses them.

The light gradually faded.When it disappeared, the Son was no longer in the room.And the furious Albert was protecting the person in his arms with one hand, while holding a black sword in the other hand, the tip of the sword was touching Cain's wing bone, and under the bone was the ancestor of the blood race. A fragile and precious heart.

"Hey calm down, my old friend," Cain raised his hands in a friendly gesture, "It was just an accident."

Albert noticed Cain's burned shoulders and abdomen. He tried to suppress his anger and asked, "What did you give him?"

"The coat of arms," ​​seeing the questioning eyes of the other party, he had to explain compromisingly: "The coat of arms of the temple, that is, the jewel inlaid at the end of the hilt. In order to protect the master, his sword folded itself into Three stages, and the gemstone was seriously damaged and could not be restored to its original form, so it could only be melted into a piece of iron sheet on the side of the road, but he thought it was the treasure of the temple bestowed by God."

"I didn't expect it to react so strongly...I'm sorry." Cain felt a little guilty.If Albert had been one step slower at that time, that young vampire would have been turned into powder in the light.

Albert withdrew his sword.Cain watched him carefully remove the black cloth from Bai Mo's body, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief——

Fortunately, the child is fine, otherwise...

Even as the ancestor of the blood race, he is not confident that he can stop the completely out-of-control rage from the "angry monarch" after losing his beloved.

Bai Mo's condition is a bit abnormal.

He thought he should be asleep, but he could hear other people talking in the room.He closed his eyes, but there was not complete darkness in front of him.

Every time Cain mentioned the words "world" and "gate of hell", a red shadow always appeared, and Bai couldn't tell whether it was shaking in front of his eyes or floating in his mind.

He couldn't wake up, and he couldn't move a finger.

"I was surprised to see him. After all, the gate of hell has opened. Unlike the previous time, it was completely opened."

He heard Cain say, "I thought he was going to die, I was going to die... the whole Kindred would."

"But here he is."

After the two of them were silent for a while, Cain said, "I suspect that there should be something special about him. Can you see it? That phantom-like existence."

Albert didn't answer, but raised his hand and gently touched Bai Mo's eyes: "His eyes were damaged because of me." There was deep doubt in his tone: "But I found it again. When he was there, they were as good as ever."

"I thought you were well aware of the resilience of blood races."

Albert shook his head: "No, that was irreversible damage. The restriction engraved on the eyes was forcibly broken free, and every cell was completely destroyed. And..." He looked at Cain: "Then Not a phantom, I have been in contact with it, and its power is comparable to that of any monarch, and may even surpass it."

Cain was surprised: "What would that be?"

"Some kind of existence equal to 'God'."

They stopped talking.And the windows were blown open at this time.

"It looks like there's another guest here." Cain looked out the window and said, "Please come in."

The roses under the window made a slight sound, and in an instant, under the moonlight, there were five more figures by the window in the house.

Phil, who had been staying in the bedroom with the injured blood, opened the door and walked in almost immediately. He stood beside Albert and looked directly at the two girls in front.

"My lord, they are the blood race who broke into the castle." When he said this, Phil's voice was very steady, but his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

What was in front of him was Methuselah, and he shouldn't have felt this kind of fear engraved into his soul.

——Obviously just two Methuselahs.

Albert noticed Phil's nervousness, but his attention was almost entirely on the woman with silver hair and silver eyes.

The moment they looked at each other, Albert realized that "she" was not a human being, not a monster, but something more complex and powerful.

No one wanted to be the one to act rashly, so they kept silent and looked at each other, which made the atmosphere in the room very tense.

The first one who couldn't help it was Levi.There was a feeling between the blood clans of the same race. The moment he entered here, he looked at his younger brother Noelle—Noelle was hugged by a man and seemed to be sleeping.

As an older brother, he knew that Noelle was very resistant to being touched by others, and it took him a long time to get Noelle to accept his closeness; and as a blood clan, he understood that a pure-blood clan doesn't need any Sleep, unless seriously injured.

So the current scene is too abnormal.

"Sir, if you can, please return my brother to me." He didn't care too much, broke away from Adrian's hand, and summoned the spirit staff without hesitation.

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Levi (crying): Noelle wouldn't even let me hug him when I brought him home!It took a long time to get him to trust me, but Noelle has grown up and won't let me hug him!

Albert (hugging his little blood): We hugged him as soon as we met

Levy (gritting teeth): You don't know how cute Noelle was when she was a child, and she would follow me and call her brother, sticking to me all day long!Just stick to me!

Albert (kissing the little blood): he can't sleep without me

Levi (drawing out the wand & jumping into a rage): The blood race never sleeps, did you do something to him! ?

Albert: Well, he kinda likes it

Levi Wilson, deceased

#Today I also want to kill the person who robbed my brother#

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