[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

In the bright moonlight, Albert saw his lover burst into tears.

What was most at odds with his sad expression was his movement.

Under the full moon, the Blood Race with blood-red eyes was holding a sword, which had pierced Albert's heart neatly.

"sorry Sorry sorry......"

The hilt burned Bai Mo's palm until it was bloody, but Bai Mo was unwilling to let go.

Albert held the cold and trembling hand of the blood race, and then gently, one finger at a time, finally separated the entire palm of the blood race from the sword.

He raised his hand with great effort to wipe the tears off Bai Mo's face, but found that his hand was covered with blood.Some are his own, some are Bai Mo's.

He finally couldn't stand up and knelt down. Bai Mo hurriedly caught him, hugged him, and apologized while crying.

Albert wanted to say, don't apologize, you don't have to feel guilty about anything.I also want to say that it's okay, he didn't feel much pain, but the sword pierced his chest, and the metal blade made him feel a little cold.

But in the end, he just hugged Bai Mo back with his last strength, and patted Bai Mo's back skillfully and gently as he had done countless times.

"Don't be afraid."

Wisps of green light radiated from Albert's body. They did not obey Bai Mo as before, but drifted in the air, gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared.

When the last green dot disappeared, Albert closed his eyes.

That heart finally stopped beating.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Bai Mo wailed in pain, and countless light spots writhed frantically around him.

A fire ignited on the cliff, the ground under his feet cracked, and the trees and flowers grew wildly twisted.

There was a sharp laugh in the air, and the black book appeared out of nowhere, and a cloud of black and red gas emitting a rotten smell escaped from the pages.A mass of golden-white fire rushed towards it but touched nothing.

It laughed sharply, mocking Bai Mo's incompetence.

The ring on Albert's finger disappeared at some point, and it was only when Bai Mo felt the severe pain in his chest that he realized that the ring had made the most primitive attack behavior after it was out of the consciousness of its owner.

—An eye for an eye.

The black-red gas exploded in the air, emitting a pungent bloody smell.

The curse that the Naga tribe swears by the life and soul has finally been completed.

Bai Mo knelt on the ground slumped, he might finally be able to truly end all this.

He saw that his fingers were slowly becoming transparent, and soon, he would die, leaving no trace like every blood race who died.

Bai Mo lay gently beside Albert, holding that cold hand, and slowly closed his eyes.

When Devin finally unblocked the castle and Phil rushed here through the burned forest, he only saw a sword inlaid with rubies, a black ring stained with dried blood, and a fiery red feather.

At the same time, a brilliant light appeared in the northernmost forest.

Countless golden butterflies flew out of the light beam and flew in one direction.

A certain familiar aura came from the butterfly group, and Dewen chased after it without hesitation.

When Phil saw the ring, he knew that his master Albert no longer existed.When he was in the castle, he felt a certain disconnection, otherwise he would not have easily violated his master's order and left the castle.

Now it just confirms the speculation at the time.

A few faint light golden lines appeared on Phil's face. He calmly picked up the things lying on the ground, and ran towards the direction Devin left.

Butterflies fly very slowly, they always circle around, and after a few months, they finally stop in front of a wooden hut.

it snowed today.

The snow in the forest was thick, but the two uninvited guests walked on the ground as if they were on the ground.

When Cain opened the door, the first butterfly had just dropped from the sky.

The butterflies gather together and become a quaint lantern.The wick lights up, and a wooden ring and a wine glass appear in the air.

Cain glanced at the two people following the butterfly, and frowned: "Come in."

Cain rubbed his wrist repeatedly, the only way to calm him down.

——The thirteen sacred artifacts have been assembled.

Before Barry died, he revealed the whispers of the prophetess to the ancestor of the blood race.

The thirteen holy artifacts should have existed in the bodies of thirteen blood races. Cain always thought that the only way for them to appear at the same time was for the thirteen blood races to use the holy artifacts at the same time to make them manifest.

Not so.

Killing a vampire who owns the holy artifact will automatically transfer the artifact to another vampire in the same family. In this case, wouldn't it be good to slaughter all the vampires in that family?

When the holy artifact has no adherents, the sacred artifact will choose the most powerful family that does not yet have a sacred artifact.

However, if the person who killed the last holder is also a blood clan who owns the holy artifact, then the sacred artifact will become a real thing after losing its last adherent.

It’s just that if you do this, it will cost a lot to reawaken the materialized sacred artifact. You will either pay a long lifespan, at the cost of the lives of countless people of the same race, or the user will change his temperament and lose his mind.

But in fact, the only person who knows the secrets of the thirteen sacred artifacts is the first ancestor, and those who own the sacred artifacts are either Methuselah who is powerful enough to rival the god, or the descendants of Methuselah who committed suicide.

The ancestors were not allowed to interfere with anything about the blood race, and Methuselah was not allowed to intervene unless the blood race was facing annihilation.As for those families with holy artifacts, their power is nothing to mention in front of Methuselah, let alone kill Methuselah.

So it wasn't until Barry heard the whispers of the prophetess that the secret was first known.

Now, this secret has been passed on to the ancestors of the blood clan, and a total of thirteen sacred artifacts have also gathered in this small wooden house.

In essence, Cain has never been a devout and sincere believer, otherwise he would not have easily murdered his brother out of jealousy and without guilt.

When punished by the gods and turned into a monster living in the dark, it is impossible for him to be without hatred.

Thousands of years have passed, at first he just hid in the dark and cursed, but later he was able to sit gracefully in the dark palace and enjoy the fresh virgin blood found and offered by his descendants.

His hatred changed from a ferocious rage that could burn everything to a hot lava hidden under the volcano.

He looked at his left hand and moved those fingers.

Back then, humans cut off his hand and sealed him up. He couldn't forget the debt.

Cain took a sip of the mellow red wine, and the liquid remained on his lips, as if he had just drunk blood.