[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

Is it by chance?

When Linna met this self-proclaimed lost traveler, she thought for a moment.

But there are so many traps and illusions in the forest, the possibility of a powerless human being successfully reaching this cliffside castle is zero.

But soon, Linna discovered the reason why she felt familiar from the traveler.

She had never seen this face, but heard his voice.It was a long, long time ago, in that quiet, peaceful and waveless snow-white space.

At that time, the one with the same voice should be called "it".

It calls itself the "system", and it is the manager who helps Bai Mo travel through time and space. It is also the chief culprit who has wiped out Bai Mo's beliefs time and time again, until he has lost even the desire to survive.

Linna was dissatisfied, but she had no right to blame it.

When she heard this voice again at this moment, she suppressed the doubts and guesses in her heart, and under the surprised eyes of her younger sister, she invited the traveler into their castle.

The traveler enjoyed hot water and delicious food, but in the early morning of the second day, the traveler disappeared from the deep castle without a trace as if he had never appeared before.

At the same time, a prophecy sounded in the ears of the girls at the same time.

"An uninvited guest is coming. Only by leading a few people to the territory of Anru, those whom your hearts are attached to, will have a chance of turning around."

The traveler's voice and spoken language are no different from the system in the original space.And this kind of language, in this world, should not be known by a third person besides them.

Zena is skeptical, but Lina has no choice but to believe.

The appearance of the gate of hell not long ago confirmed all previous expectations.

——Bai Mo has already gone to hell.

That also means that the mortal "fruit" will definitely fall on Bai Mo's head.

As long as there is any possibility, no matter how small the hope is, she will hold on tightly and never let it go.

Linna walked outside the castle and slowly raised her right hand.

A golden butterfly lightly landed on her finger, and the two wings of the butterfly flapped. The scene outside the castle was like a picture frozen in an instant, and shattered with a crisp "click".

She moved her gaze away from the golden butterfly body to the distance, and saw Levi Wilson, who was seriously injured and embarrassed, passed out in the arms of the young man, and Raphael, who had silver hair and silver eyes, stood in front of them with a full face of vigilance.

The girl said softly, "Come in, it's almost dawn."

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Every Methuselah holds one of the thirteen sacred artifacts of the blood clan.

So does Zena.

Her holy vessel is called the blood cup.

The blood cup is the most incomprehensible holy artifact apart from the dead hand.

It is a cup that will spill blood, and the owner has designated it to spill someone's blood.Once you drink the blood in the blood cup, you can have the ability of the blood master for a period of time.

In short, as long as the blood cup owner wants to, he can copy the power of anyone in the world within a limited time.

But it's also limited.

First, the owner must know the designator's name and real appearance.

For one, a person's blood can only be spilled once, and once spilled it must be drunk in a very short time, or the blood loses its strength.

Third, the matter of drinking the blood from the blood cup cannot be made known to the second person.

For thousands of years, Zena has owned the blood cup, but she has never used it.

And even she didn't expect that the first time she used the blood cup was to plot against her sister.

Her sister has always protected her, and she is used to listening to her sister in everything.

But this time, she didn't want to listen to her sister anymore.

So many people plot against Bai Mo, countless worlds, countless deaths, my sister always wants her to be stronger and to be patient.

But in this last world, they hold such a powerful force, my sister still said so.

She couldn't take it anymore.

She didn't want to hear it.

On the night she left Anjou's territory, she figured out what she wanted and where it was.

She deliberately provoked her sister, pretended to be angry under the quarrel, and went to the most powerful place in the human world.

She wants to confirm a person's name and take something.

Albert fell into the trap of human beings at the beginning, and was engraved with restrictions on his body by the Royal Presbyterian Council, and was shackled by human beings.

And that trap came from the Holy Artifact of the Blood Race—the soul ring.

The vampires and humans are naturally out of interests.

The person who convinced the blood clan with the soul ring was Jinnv again.

At that time, the family of the blood clan was almost slaughtered by the blood hunting union, leaving only the young little blood clan to live alone.He believed Jinnu's words, put all his eggs in one basket, and reached an agreement with the royal family.

The little blood race thought that after the matter was over, he could see that the blood hunters would be suppressed by the royal family and take revenge, but he was indeed too young to know what kind of race human beings were.

Human beings fear and hate aliens, how can they trust the blood race that feeds on their blood?

The royal family did not hesitate to choose to join forces with the Blood Hunter Union, and killed the young blood family after using it.

The sacred artifact, the soul ring, lost its entourage and turned into a simple wooden ring that fell on the floor of the palace hall.

Humans don't know what the holy artifact of the blood race is, let alone how to use it. When they saw the tattered ring, they thought it was a little toy for the blood race.

One of the Presbyterians took the ring as a collection of twisted psychology.

Everyone knows about his strange hobby, but no one cares.

Hundreds of years passed, and the elder's descendants died for several generations before the girl-like Methuselah knew the truth of the matter.

Dealing with humans was easier than crushing an ant to Methuselah, who had lifted the prohibition of interfering with the human world.

Although the last descendant of the Makawi family has been dead for hundreds of years, but...

Zena looked at the dark red liquid in the blood cup, smiled, and drank it down.

The blood of people who do not exist in the world can still be designated.

She didn't dare to activate the soul ring that had lost its host. The cost of reawakening the sacred artifact was very high, and my sister would definitely find out that the gain outweighed the loss.

So, she used the blood cup for the first time, gained the power of the McAwi tribe, and let the soul ring be used by her temporarily.

The soul ring was put on her finger spontaneously, and turned into a sharp silver finger cot, reflecting a faint cold light under the moonlight.

In the underground secret room, there were blood-red roses all over the floor, and the girl in the white dress was still sitting on the edge of the coffin, gently stroking those roses.

"elder sister."

Linna heard her sister's voice, she turned her head, but only felt a pain in her chest.

In an instant, her eyes lost their luster, and she looked at her sister blankly.

Zena couldn't bear it for a moment, but she still gritted her teeth and activated the power of the soul ring.

"I order you to use ghost lamps to disguise our appearance and our strength. In the eyes of everyone, you are me, and I... will become what I want to appear."