Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

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"Ron, he is your future 'lover'. You must wake him up."

He is his "lover".

Until he returned to the room with that thin body in his arms, he was still a little dazed in disbelief...

His "lover"... He lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, his eyes were pure black, deep and beautiful, but they were as desolate as the western desert.

Even the weight in his arms was as light as snowflakes.

This person is his "lover" who will tie and bond in the future.

On the one hand, he couldn't believe it, but on the other hand, he believed it.Because this is what his uncle said, he believed in his uncle.

However, who can tell him why his "lover" became like this?

What kind of great pain ruined his appearance and destroyed his will?

Anger and intense grief filled his chest, but there was nothing he could do.They are still children, and they can only struggle before their strength is full.

After helping Diolot bathe and change, he put him on his bed and looked at him worriedly.

From the beginning to the end, his eyes didn't fluctuate at all, they just kept wide open and empty.His body was cold and stiff, like a corpse of a dead doll.

Uncle told him to sleep, but how could he sleep like this?

"Master Ron." The housekeeper Oliver knocked lightly on the door. "Doctor Kuroki is here."

Hearing that the family doctor was coming, he hurriedly opened the door, took Dr. Kuroki's hand and rushed in. "Come on."

Dr. Heimu walked into the bedroom and saw Diolot, he was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at Ronald who was beside him. "What's the matter with him?"

He frowned displeased. "If I knew, I wouldn't be in such a hurry."

Dr. Heimu smiled lightly, walked up to him and carefully checked the bandages on his face.Then the expression on his face became serious.

"This……"

"What's wrong?" He grabbed him impatiently.

Dr. Kuroki looked at him in embarrassment. "I have to explain this to Lord Syl..." "I'll go with you!" He immediately decided.Then pull him out. "Oliver, he's handed over to you!"

"Okay, sir."

"I know what you mean." Seeing them coming down the stairs, Syl spoke first. "The child was injured by a bright weapon."

"What?!" Ronald staggered, if Dr. Kuroki hadn't caught him in time, he would have fallen down the stairs. "...Uncle, are you kidding me!"

Bright weapon?Could it be that a bright race has come to the Bloody Continent? !

"No." Uncle glanced at him lightly and shook his head.But did not continue the topic. "Liu, can his injury recover?"

"My lord, this is simply impossible." Dr. Heimu smiled wryly and shook his head. "His face is all ruined. Except for the eye. It's all right to stop the bleeding, but his face will be missing."

"How come..." He was stunned.Can't believe what my ears heard.

That is his "lover"!How could the future throne [Sifang] become like this? !

Uncle gave him a deep look and spoke softly. "There must be a way."

Dr. Kuroki looked at Searle in embarrassment. "Yes, but..."

"But it's difficult." Syl answered lightly.

"That's right." Dr. Heimu nodded in a deep voice.

"Where is it difficult?" Ronald grabbed him in a panic. "Is it really not possible?"

"Master Ronald," Doctor Kuroki looked at him sympathetically. "It is impossible for a blood race injured by the weapon of light to recover. Although he was lucky enough to only hurt his face, those scars are not very easy to repair."

"What exactly do you need?" He asked impatiently.

"[Blood Pool]." Dr. Heimu said softly. "It is said that the king cultivated the [Blood Pond] of [Ascetics]. Moreover, the [Blood Pond] alone is not enough. The Jimmy tribe in Sabat in the west has the ability to change their appearance. We also need a Duke, etc. The hard work of Jimmy's blood clan above rank."

"..." His impetuous heart was instantly frozen by these conditions.

Leaving aside the Duke and other ranks of Jimmy's blood family, [Blood Pool] is already very difficult to deal with.Although it is a container for the monarch to cultivate [Ascetics], they can easily meet the monarch's conditions, but the blood in the [Blood Pond] cannot bear a trace of pollution, let alone put the blood of the blood into it.Doing so would completely destroy that pool of blood, and it would no longer be possible to train 【Ascetics】.

And that high blood race.It is too difficult to cultivate high-level bloodlines, and bloodlines above dukes are extremely precious.And the clan is extremely protective, not to mention such a precious bloodline.If they really went to capture a duke blood clan, then clan wars would inevitably break out.

Ronald could not help feeling a little desperate.

That person, his future partner, his "lover", is he really going to die like this?

"My lord, from my point of view, you should choose someone else." After a moment of silence, Dr. Heimu suggested softly.

"..." He trembled all over, but bit his lips tightly.He can't object, because this is a fact, and he can't let the throne lose a strong support because of his own reasons.

Silmer silently looked at Ronald beside him who didn't say a word, his eyes flickered.

After a while, he waved his hand lightly. "Let me think about it again."

Dr. Heimu fell silent, bowed and turned around. "I'll treat the child's wound first."

He couldn't even stay for a second, and followed suit. "I... I'm going out for a walk."

Syl looked at him silently, didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

It's snowing outside.

He remembered his uncle's words again.

"Ronald, your 'lover' will appear in the snowflakes."

Here he is, a boy like a snowflake, as light and fragile as a snowflake.

He felt the shock that fate had given him, and he had decided to give up his feelings, but fate played such a cruel joke with him.

Those pure black eyes, without hope, without tears.But there is no despair, no world.

The gods gave him to him, but did not give him a soul.

He felt a large flake of flying snow slapping his face, which melted into one wet piece, blurring his eyes.

He vaguely saw his uncle looking at him with pity and sadness.

Why are you looking at him like this?

He's not sad, he's not sad at all.

It's just that something is missing.

It's gone.

"Ron, do you want to exchange a condition with me?" In the whistling wind and snow, he suddenly heard a soft and gentle voice.

He opened his eyes wide suddenly, snowflakes crashed into his eyes and turned into water and flowed out. He saw the young man standing not far away, with infinitely enchanting and gentle eyes.

"..." He opened his mouth dryly, trying to call out that name, but no sound came out of his throat.

The young man smiled slightly at him, his bright red lips parted slightly. "Ron, I'll help you save that child, can you help me too?"

He stared blankly at him for a long, long time.

Then a dry voice escaped from the throat:

"it is good."

In front of him was a large expanse of fuzzy snowfall.His eyes were blurred again and again, and clear again and again. The boy's shadow slowly shattered into snowflakes amidst the blurry clarity again and again.

later.After a long, long time, whenever he thinks of this scene, he will be the same as before, with tears streaming down his face despite obviously not being sad.

He couldn't stop the tears.

The Seventh Night Flowing Dance of Encountering Demons 【Part [-]】

"Hey, buddy, are you sure there is no one there at this time?" Fitz looked at the person beside him with some confusion, and tugged at his robe uncomfortably.

"If you are afraid, don't follow." The man beside him sneered, looked up at the grand gate in front of him, and looked at the hidden camera hidden in the corner with one side of his eyes, squinting slightly, bloody eyes.

"Boom!" The camera lens exploded immediately.

"Obviously I can't take pictures, why bother..." Fitz scratched his hair tangled up, and looked at the door, still with a reluctance on his face.

"Otherwise, let them suspect us." The man snorted contemptuously, raised his clean arm with white gloves, and drew an arc quickly, the door lock in front of him cracked a ferocious crack, and then shattered fall.

"Let's go." Easily pushed open the door in front of him that required two people to push hard to open, the man dragged Fitz by the collar and dragged him into the depths of darkness.

"Hey, hey, don't be so violent!"

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll knock you out!"

"Dare you!—uh—"

"Try if I dare." The man squinted at Fitz who was lying on the ground, snorted softly, stretched out his hand to lift his belt and easily put it on his shoulders, then kicked his feet and quickly disappeared in an unimaginable movement and speed. The end of the dark road.

In the darkness, faintly visible at the end of the road in the distance is a magnificent and dark castle. The Gothic spire is like a sharp sword, piercing dark and cold into the depths of the sky, as if to tear the boundless darkness.

When the figure of the man appeared in the garden in front of the castle, Fitz on his shoulder opened his eyes with a low moan.Realized his condition and screamed and struggled.

"You bastard, how dare you knock me out! Let me go and I'll kill you!"

"If you keep making trouble, I'll make you dizzy again." The man simply threw him to the ground and snorted coldly.

"Hmph!" Fitz glared at him bitterly, then jumped up from the ground, and patted his robe vigorously. "My [Sadir's engraved...don't you dare to treat my clothes like this!"

"If you don't keep up, someone will come." The man said coldly, and stepped directly into the castle.

"Hey, no