Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

In response, she didn't think about it that much at all, and then showed a slightly embarrassed expression. "Actually, it's okay. I haven't been to the parallel plane for a long time, and I can't adjust my body for a while."

"Oh, yes, Miss Leinian was still in the Bloody Continent before." The woman nodded.Then look at it inquiringly. "I heard that you are going to study in the Nine Prisons Continent? We are still thinking that we won't be able to see you at this banquet."

"...Well, that's right." She smiled. "But I begged my father for a long time before I was allowed to study after the banquet."

"Time is really running short." The woman smiled softly with her fan covering her lips.Then his eyes slowly moved away to the side.There was a touch of interest in the tone. "Oh, what a lively banquet... It's not easy to see so many people of the same race all at once."

"Ah, that's right." Feng Wuyang responded with a smile, raised her head and suddenly noticed a figure in a white dress walking by not far from her line of sight.

"...Huh?" Noticing the man's figure, she frowned slightly.I always feel like I've seen that figure before...

"...Miss Leinian, Miss Leinian?..." Someone next to her called her again, she could only withdraw her thoughts, smiled and turned her head to agree again, and put all the doubts behind her.

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Slowly walking through the corridor with no one passing by, Diolot suddenly paused in front of a certain door, glanced at the door thoughtfully, and then turned his eyes indifferently and continued to move forward.

The open-air courtyard in front of the castle is also full of people at the moment. Although this is the first night of the banquet, there are not many people, but it seems that as long as there are a group of women, no matter where it is, it will become very lively.

Obviously not intending to join the garden dinner party, Diolot specially picked the paths among the verdant trees, and soon left the noisy area.

Walking slowly down the quiet lake in the night before Leedsburg, his steps were straight and leisurely, as peaceful and gentle as a person walking.But if one saw the bloody animal pupils under his black hair, all peace would be instantly shattered.

The Lun River is gurgling and flowing on such a summer night, with gentle waves, gently swaying the ripples of the moonlight, clearly illuminating the silvery white scales of the occasional swimming fish underwater.

Leedsburg was already faintly visible behind him, and Diolot stopped slowly.Now he was in a dark wood.

His blood-red eyes slowly lifted up, and after he glanced to make sure there was no other strange aura around him, he slowly raised his palm, his slender five fingers raised gently, like playing a piano, gently undulating the strings of the space.

The silver-blue ripples gently rippled under the fingers, and then quickly enveloped the surroundings like a giant net. The surrounding scenery became like water, and the outlines slowly changed in the silver-blue It was rippling under the colorful halo, and then faintly dissipated.

With a light wave of the slender and crystal-clear fingers, a string of soft ripples appeared as if sweeping across the water.The ripples slowly spread out, but they did not expand and spread out like before. Instead, they surged infinitely within a limited range. The silver-blue color became more and more intense, and gradually changed color, gradually tending to a deep purple-black.

Slightly clenching fingers, it opened suddenly, and the magic circle instantly opened from the purple-black halo that surged like sea waves in front of it, followed by the thick purple-black halo like a whirlpool in the water.The darkness at the center of it slowly expands in a circular shape until it is as tall as a person, and the magic circle on the ground dissipates, leaving behind a black hole surrounded by an unchanging purple-black halo.

Withdrawing his hand and taking a step back, the blood in Diolot's eyes slowly faded, leaving behind a pure darkness like a black hole in front of him.He stared at the black hole in front of him, and slowly relaxed his tightly pursed lips, which seemed to raise slightly, but then quickly fell indifferent.

"Welcome to the [Masquerade Ball] of the Rice clan...'Earth Wind' - Lance Lowind..."

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

"This is the first time we have met, Lance." The young man sitting on the windowsill slowly turned his enchanting and delicate pale face, and his deep purple pupils looked at the girl standing in front of him with neither sadness nor joy. The man's light coral-colored thin lips softly pursed into a slight arc.

Outside the window was the icy, silvery moonlight that was wantonly venting down. The young man was sitting in the arms of the moonlight, his thin and slender body bent into a soft and elegant angle, and the elbows on his bent knees lazily supported him. A luxurious and eerie pale face.

The deep purple pupils exude a charming luster under the cover of black hair. If you look carefully, you can faintly see the brilliant blood color gently swaying in the depths of the irises.

He has an indescribably gorgeous posture in this world, every arc of his body, every fluctuation of his eyes, reveals a mysterious beauty that does not belong to human beings.

Gazing deeply at the enchanting and charming young man in front of him, Lance Lovind, the "wind of the earth" who used to be the bloody continent, and now the master of the Qianlongfeng family, Feng Ruchen, his tightly pursed lips trembled slightly, and slowly bent He lowered his cold and proud head on his knees.

"...The sinful minister is as windy as dust, and I have seen your majesty."

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"May I have a dance with you, madam?"

Looking at the man in front of him who gracefully bowed to invite, Feng Wuyang pondered for a second, then decisively put down the wine glass in his hand, smiled slightly and stretched out his hand.

"My pleasure."

For the masquerade, in order to prevent the keen vampires from spying on each other's breath, Leedsburg will even use a large magic circle to cover this place in the past few days.Under the influence of this magic circle, all sense of detection will be invalid.Feng Wuyang is very puzzled, what is the significance of this.

To be honest, it is really difficult for her to understand the meaning of the existence of [Masquerade Ball].

If it is for the next one-week [Musloya Triangle Meeting] as a buffer, then why be so cautious.Unable to understand each other's specific information, and even unable to discuss some delicate topics, do they really need such a dance party to relax?

What kind of banquet is this...

"You seem to have something on your mind, miss." The man who danced with her noticed her slightly distracted eyes, and smiled in a low voice.

Feng Wuyang withdrew her thoughts quickly, looked up at the man in front of her, the gorgeous mask could not cover his charming pupils, the light blue pupils shone like jewels, so bright that she couldn't see the real look in his eyes clearly .

She curled her lips slightly, and with his assistance, she turned around and met his gaze again.

"A lot of people have worries, don't they?" She lightly interrupted his words.

The man pursed his lips and smiled gracefully, walked lightly, and said nothing more.

Feng Wuyang glanced at him thoughtfully, then turned his attention to the band's music.

Turning around suddenly, Feng Wuyang's eyes seemed to see a familiar figure walking quickly through the corridor on the second floor.She froze for a moment, but when she looked again, there was nothing.

"..."

Is it an illusion?

Why did she see a figure like her father here?

After the song was over, Feng Wuyang said goodbye to her partner, and walked down the dance floor towards Balor.

[I have something to ask you. 】She stood outside the women surrounding him, met his inquiring eyes, moved her lips slightly, then turned and walked out of the hall.

Balor's eyes followed her figure until he disappeared into the dark doorway, then quickly turned back to his retreating female companions, and retreated into the shadows with a smile.

[Should I answer her? 】Sweeping his eyes at the noisy crowd, he found his father at a glance, and cast his eyes over.

Lanid glanced over indifferently, then turned around and talked with other people as if nothing had happened.

[Look at the question. 】

【She is not a fool. 】

[Neither are you. 】Lanid's group seemed to be going somewhere together. When they were walking, Lanid quickly glanced at him, then turned and walked away.

Shrugging slightly, Balor sighed helplessly and walked out of the hall.

Yew Maze.

One of Leedsburg's famous attractions, the huge purple shirt maze.Far away from the open-air courtyard and even the crowds walking by the lake, the place looked a little weird and dangerous in the dark.

Balor walked to the entrance of the maze, looked slightly at the clear night sky above his head, and then walked in.

Although there is a magic circle blocking the breath, he can easily find Feng Wuyang deep in the maze.

She stood at the end of a dead end, took off the gorgeous mask on her face, and silently looked at the starry sky above her head with her dark red eyes.

"What do you want to ask me?" Balor took off his mask and walked over slowly. "Let me tell you in advance, I don't know much."

"But I think you should know this." Feng Wuyang looked down at him. "Why did you set up such a magic circle during the dance?" She felt more and more that this dance was different from the previous ones.

Balor looked at her slightly raising her eyebrows and smiled slightly. "Are you curious about the meaning of the existence of the magic circle?"

"That's right." She nodded. "I don't think there was such a painstaking use of magic circles to block all breaths in the previous dances. This is too abnormal."

"Then what do you think is normal?" Balor snorted and shook his head. "Don't think too much, the existence of the magic circle is just to make this dance more harmonious."

"Harmony?" Feng Wuyang looked at him suspiciously. "What discord