Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

unfair treatment'? "

Ronald smiled wryly. "Let you guess right again."

"That woman has a brain problem." Diolot snorted coldly. "She has been trying to find fault with us for a long time. It just so happens that the [Masquerade Ball] adults did not extend invitations to Elizabeth and Dracula, so they have a legitimate reason to protest with blood."

Ronald looked sideways at the corridor window. "Your Excellency asked me to take care of this matter, and I have to rush to London immediately."

"What about me?" Diolot frowned.

Ronald turned his head with a smile. "Do you still want to follow me?"

"Of course!" He glared at him.

"Sorry," Ronald laughed. "This time the adults named me to go with the blood sacrifice."

"..." Diolot's eyes turned unkind. "Why leave me?"

Ronald stretched out his hand and patted his face, bending his wolf eyes. "Hurry up and go to Leedsburg to prepare for the ball. When I come back, I will go directly to Leeds to find you."

Diolot raised an eyebrow. "Don't talk to me in this tone...you tell me what is going on with the blood sacrifice!" He suddenly let go of the windbreaker, and then almost at the same time, he clasped his five fingers towards Ron who was close Nader's neck.

The speed was fast, but it was not impossible to dodge, but Ronald didn't seem to care about his movements at all, and he didn't even move.

When the cold finger clasped his neck tightly, he just smiled with a subtle expression.

"I want to think you are jealous."

Diolot's hands tightened almost reflexively, and Ronald suddenly showed a troubled expression. "Hey, are you really going to strangle me?"

The former glared at him bitterly. "I would have done it if I could strangle you to death!" Then he withdrew his hand angrily.

"Hey..." Moving his neck, Ronald smiled and looked at the displeased man in front of him. "When will you be able to reconcile with the blood sacrifice, huh? If it's still like this when you return to the Dao King City..." "You don't need to worry about it!" Diolot interrupted him angrily. "I won't forgive him until he's dead!" "You're dreaming," Ronald concluded with a smile.

"...Go to your London!"

"Ha..." Ronald spread his hands and shrugged with a helpless expression, then bent down and picked up his windbreaker and threw it into his arms.

"I'll probably take a week to deal with this, and it's the dance in three days, so take care of yourself."

"You'd better think about how to negotiate with those inexplicable guys from the Elizabeth family!" Diolot snorted disdainfully, and then passed him.

"... Well." Ronald stopped on the spot for a second, then smiled, and continued to walk forward.

"Don't underestimate me..."

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

In the night, his skin was even more frighteningly white than the snowflakes falling from the sky.

So much so that the blood slowly winding out from the bottom of the body is even brighter and brighter.

Some dim blood-red animal pupils silently stared at the falling snow above their heads, with a very calm expression on their pale faces.

"kill me."

The body doesn't have any strength, and can feel the subtle stimulation of the nerves brought by the continuous healing of the body, but the lost blood will not be replenished in a short time.

Standing silently three steps away from him was a man in a black robe, his face completely submerged in the shadow of the hood, only the pair of eyes that were exactly like his were looking at him silently and coldly.

"I said kill me." He repeated impatiently.

The person over there was still silent, and then let out a clear sneer when they saw his angry and weak expression.

No extra words, just a laugh.It is also full of disdain and contempt.

"Bastard!" He growled hoarsely, struggling to sit up, but lay down powerlessly. "Are you laughing at me? Laughing at my failure?!"

"People who are incompetent should not be so angry." The man finally spoke slowly, with obvious sarcasm in his hoarse and cold voice. "No one sympathizes with you." "I don't need your sympathy!" He suddenly got up and growled, and then coughed violently because of the great discomfort of this movement. "Give me the sword." He held out his hand towards him.

There was no answer, and the man did not move.

"I said give me the sword!" He raised his head and stared at him, baring his teeth and growling like a beast.

The man just looked at him coldly. After a long while, he suddenly shook his hand and threw a gleaming silver dagger from the wide sleeve of his robe.

Accompanied by a familiar sneer.

"Why, are you going to commit suicide if you can't take it anymore?" In an extremely mocking tone.

The cold and pale fingers accurately caught the dagger, and it was obvious that the moment the skin touched the blade, it seemed to be severely burned and festered.

It's just the result of encountering it.

The severe pain was rapidly transmitted to all parts of the body along the thin nerves of the five fingers, making him tremble uncontrollably, and the sad smile on his face was distorted by this.

"Finally I chose this." He looked at the gleaming silver blade in his hand, and his blood-red eyes slowly faded, turning into the darkness of a deep night.

The palm that was burned by the handle began to bleed again, one drop or two.The white snow, the coat, all turned red.

Blinding and sad colors.

Colors that sicken him.

An expression of almost despair and pain slowly appeared on his pale face.

The man standing not far away sneered slightly and turned around, walking slowly towards the distance with leisurely steps.

"You are really ugly, Diolotte."

Whether it's bloodline, or appearance...

It was denied by everyone, ha.

Then it doesn't matter if you die.

Well, no big deal.

That's it.

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Slowly opened his eyes, the moment the night poured into his pupils, there was blood for a second, but it quickly faded away.

The face that appeared in the dream also slowly faded away as he woke up.

Finally disappeared in a bloodstain.

Standing up, Diolot turned his head and looked at the glass window beside the bed. The window was not closed, and the curtains on both sides were shaking slightly. The stars shine.

Quiet and gentle.

It is precisely because it is too quiet and gentle that everything seems so false.

disturbed.

The strong uneasiness that emerges from the tranquility is just like that day many years ago.

pain.

Severe pain seeped out from under the intact skin, with an unacceptable burning sensation and an indescribable numbness, slowly extending from the brain to the spinal cord, and then spreading to all parts of the body.

Almost the pain that I could not feel in my whole life suddenly surged up from the depths of my strange soul at this moment.Howling, screaming, struggling like a beast.

The slender body curled up in pain, and her delicate figure twisted under the night.

A familiar scene.

If you add that person's sarcastic sneer, it will be even more similar.

"...Damn..." A painful moan escaped from between clenched teeth.

Whenever that dream strikes, I can't suppress it... the blood is agitated in the body...

Hate...resentment...everything that can drive people crazy...

His eyes became cloudy, blood slowly seeped out of the night, he breathed heavily like a beast, mixed with cold laughter.

No matter how you look at it, they are all about to go crazy——

"What do you think you have?"

"You can't beat me."

"It's ridiculous. Who needs a brother like you."

"Vanjo only needs me to rise up."

Just one person, just one person...

"Ah!—" Finally, the unbearable anger and pain gushed out from the depths of his soul in a roar.

Fingers and claws tore through what was held in the palm, and the person who got up slowly watched everything in front of him with bloody, cold and cruel pupils.

A terrible wind pressure suddenly emanated from the calm room, mixed with a thick smell of blood, full of the destructive power of killing.

"It's gone...it's gone..." Slowly put down the hand on the face, the beautiful almost monstrous face was weirdly distorted by the special emotion at this moment.Smiles, eyes, all distorted.

But it's like terribly sad.

"... Ron..." Something flashed in his eyes, and he whimpered in a low voice, grasping the sheet under his body with both hands, as if trying to suppress something. "Ron, Ron..." He bent down in pain, the beast's whimper in his throat accompanied by a painful and longing murmur.The blood boils in the blood vessels, the pain penetrates deep into the bone marrow, eroding the will, but stubbornly occupying one side and not letting go.

"...Ron...Ron, Ron..." A dark liquid flowed from the bloody brows, slowly connecting into two coherent lines, and the consciousness in his eyes became more and more blurred , the next moment it will dissipate to the end.

"Boom!" "Dior!" At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open vigorously, and the man's original voice changed slightly because of the anxious roar.The black shadow quickly flashed into the room and approached the trembling and twitching white shadow, encircling him with both arms, and the cold breath rang in his ear quickly.

"Dior, I'm here, wake up. Wake up Dior!"

"... Woo... Ron... Ron..." Diolot, who was hugged by him, struggled unconsciously, blood and tears kept streaming from his chaotic eyes, and his half-open lips whimpered softly.

"it's me,