Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

"What... what?!"

Diolot smiled happily. "If that's the case, we won't have anything to do with Ron~" As he spoke, he pushed the low-pressure Ron Nad into the bedroom again. "Good luck." He said and slammed the door shut.

"..." Balor looked at the closed door, was stunned for a long time, and blinked.

"But...but what does this have to do with my father?"

"Your Excellency did it on purpose!" Back in the bedroom, Ronald threw himself back on the bed with a headache, and yelled in a low voice.

Knowing that he would not be able to adapt to the situation of black and white night if he left [Cut Point], he still let him go out during the day!

Diolot gave him a sympathetic look.Then he smiled gloatingly. "Now you still say [cut point] is good? It will take at least a week for the blood flow and tide to adjust your body."

Ronald turned over to face him, half-raised his eyes and looked lazily at the smiling face. "[Cut point] Don't come if it's not good."

"Oh, that's too much." Diolot waved his hand. "I'll just say it."

"Come on." Ronald rolled over and went back to sleep.

"Hey." Diolot stepped forward and sat down beside his bed, raised his fingertips and poked his shoulder lightly. "I heard that the little princess of Lanid's family has gone to the Nine Prisons Continent? Why did she suddenly appear?"

"...Ghost knows."

"...You are enough!" Diolot was stunned for a moment, and his gentle movements just now became savage.

"Stop making trouble and let no one sleep!" Ronald growled and turned over, looking at him coldly with a pale face that was obviously deprived of sleep. "What the hell do you want?"

Diolot looked at him innocently. "Go and ask your lord what happened to the little princess?"

"Ask yourself!" he said angrily.

Diolot smiled and shook his head. "I don't care."

Ronald bared his teeth like a beast, and a cold light burst out from the wolf's eyes.

"Diolot..."

Diolot immediately jumped up and walked towards the door. "Okay, okay, you sleep, you sleep...I'll go to the adults and ask if it's okay, can't I?"

"Get out!" Ronald roared, and fell back on the bed again.

"Really... I owe you." Diolot snorted angrily, opened the door and walked away.

"Lianian?" The man paused for a moment while holding the teacup, with a smile on his lips. "That has nothing to do with you, what do you pay attention to her?"

Diolo shrugged slightly. "My lord, don't tell me, I'm really interested in that little princess."

"It's a pity." Brown eyes glanced at him lukewarmly. "She's underage."

"...My lord, you know I don't mean that."

"That's even worse." The man said slowly, sipping black tea. "It's over if you dare to adopt her Mondebat."

The corners of Diolot's mouth began to twitch. "Do you have to think so evil, my lord?"

"Otherwise?" the man replied leisurely.

"...My lord." Diolot was silent for a moment, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Is that really a little princess?"

The man put down his teacup and smiled softly. "Why, doubt?"

Diolot shook his head uncertainly. "I'm just a little weird."

The man gave a chuckle of unknown meaning, picked up the cane beside the sofa, stood up and walked away slowly.

"Strange or not, that's all."

"She must be looking forward to that scene..."

As soon as he opened a certain door, he heard a low and gentle male voice with a slight smile.

Syl raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the boy sitting on the extension platform by the large window in the room, and hummed softly. "You just spoil it."

The black-haired boy curled one leg up on the window sill, leaning his thin and thin body against the edge of the window, gently resting his arms on his knees, smiling charmingly at him.

"Father, don't question my only pleasure."

Syl's cane lightly tapped the ground, "I still don't understand what you mean."

The young man's expression was very gentle. Hearing this, he gently leaned against the edge of the window, his face slowly turned sideways to the window, and his light-colored lips curved gently.

"Father...you understand what I need, right?"

"If doing this can give me more chips..."

"I'm willing to let you do this, but I hope you remember, kid," Syl interrupted him lightly. "If all this puts me at risk of losing you, I won't do it."

The young man's tender eyes fell on his face, and he nodded gently but firmly.

"Father, please trust me."

"I always believe in you."

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It was nightfall when I said goodbye to Larned and went upstairs.

According to what her future "father" said, when he arrived in Cleveland, all the attackers had been killed, only she passed out on the ground, and there was no living thing around except scattered leather bags and jewelry.

So where did the funeral snow go?

Sitting on the balcony of the room, Feng Wuyang shook the effervescent tablet solution in his hand, still unable to figure out why such a thing happened to him.

When she received the letter from [Skynet] in Eagle Castle, she started to prepare to leave. Although there were some accidents in the middle...but because there were not many people in Eagle Castle, she could still hide it for a while.Not long after, she received the lightening potion from [Hanging World], and she informed the rest of Eagle Fort, and drove to England with their kind escort.There were no problems along the way, at least she didn't feel anything unusual.

But just entering Yorkshire, everything became a little subtle.

She knew that Yorkshire was the territory of the Rice clan. This clan was one of the most powerful families of the blood clan, with many vassals.Although ordinary people can't feel it, she can still feel the strong breath that doesn't belong to humans.

When it came to Cleveland, that anxiety finally became a reality.

Bloods attacked her car.

Not one, but a group.

It's a pity that she is not capable enough, [Arbiter] fainted after using it twice.She remembered that Zangxue was still dealing with that group of blood races before she fainted...

What did she miss? ...

"The person who attacked you should be someone from the Demon Party. Don't worry, I have already informed Lord Syl about this matter, and he will pay attention."

Larned's statement seems to be flawless, but...

Why is there a group of Sabats in the territory of the Lai clan... How could they not know?

"Every territory is in chaos on the eve of [Masquerade Ball]."

Isn't there a no blood rule?

"Oh, you still don't understand."

She didn't understand that when she really entered the blood clan's territory, she suddenly realized that her previous investigation on the blood clan was useless.What kind of race is the blood race? She, who is far away from her homeland, can't answer it, but it seems that they can't answer it either...

The Beast of the Dark Words in Midsummer of the Sixth Night【Part [-]】

Faintly revealed the bloody night.

The night was filled with the faint smell of blood.

silence.Dead silence.

Black blood flowed on the muddy ground.

Reflecting the moonlight overhead.

cold.gloomy.

Like the silence of death.

Footsteps sounded suddenly.

The sound of hard heels hitting the ground, one sound at a time, was simply cold.

"Are there any survivors?" The voice was as cold as a moonlit night.

"Not one left." Respectfully answered.

"very good."

The blood-red animal pupils suddenly lit up in the night mist.The sharp pupils pierced the night coolly, without a trace of warmth, the boundless coldness, it was a silent beast in the jungle.

"Handle it cleanly." Suddenly, a smile flickered slightly.

"Don't let the master do it himself."

"That's natural."

Footsteps turned back. "Obviously that day is coming, but there are always some people who can't wait."

"The purpose is different." He responded with a light smile. "What was it for at that time, but there is a big conflict with what it is now."

"Ha, really worked hard [Prince]."

"What does it matter?"

"Yeah, there's nothing to lose anyway, right?"

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"Boom!" The cane slammed heavily on the marble floor.The dull and heavy sound made the shoulders of everyone standing in the hall tremble, and they immediately knelt and half knelt down.

"Sir, forgive me!"

The man sitting in the middle of the exquisite dark red sofa in the lobby has silver hair hanging down his shoulders, a mature and handsome face with a single eye, brown pupils, and an expressionless face.He was wearing a light gray formal suit, sitting upright like a soldier, with his legs spread apart, and his hands leaning on a cane, looking solemnly and silently at the humble subordinates in front of him.

"Don't tell me you haven't received any news." The man looked at them, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his Adam's apple didn't move at all, but a deep and deep voice vibrated in the hall.

The half-kneeling man at the front lowered his head even more when he heard the words, his tone trembling slightly with fear. "This subordinate is incompetent, please punish him!"

"Punishment?" The man's sharp brown eyes narrowed suddenly, revealing an extremely dangerous feeling.Others off the field couldn't help trembling slightly.

"What's the use of me killing you at this time!"

"Subordinates should die!" Everyone groaned and knelt down on the ground.

"Get up!" He slammed the cane again, and the man's lips were even trembling because of the excessive tightening.But the sound still radiated in the air without any hindrance, bright and heavy. "Go back to your places. Don't let me hear it until [Masquerade]