Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

Withdrawing his scattered gaze, he slowly lowered his eyes.

"She hasn't come back yet..."

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The process of [Masquerade Ball] was so peaceful that she felt uncomfortable.

There are no more strange things, the question about the magic circle has not lasted for 24 hours, and the abortion was declared under the disappearance of the magic circle. Seeing Balor staring at her with a half-smile, she really wanted to go up and poke him blind Eye.

The only thing that bothers her is that she seems to be entangled.

"What's the matter with you, is this drink not to your taste?" The soft blue eyes looked at him with a gentle smile, the man's voice was soft, polite and caring.

"Ah, no." She came back to her senses, felt his gaze, and shook her head quickly. "It's not bad." Nonsense, the blood provided by the Lai clan could not be bad.

Seeing her reaction, the man seemed to be very pleased with the corners of his lips. "You seem to be distracted a lot," he said softly. "Am I bothering you?"

"Ah, absolutely not!" She was taken aback and quickly shook her head.

How dare!After the magic circle is removed, everyone can easily detect each other's basic aura, so that they can distinguish each other's race.Balor had reminded him that the man with the beautiful eyes was Toledo.No wonder she can always feel the elegance and nobility of that gorgeous race from him, just like the wanton blooming roses, it's hard for people not to notice.

Seeing her fierce reaction, the man couldn't help pursing his lips, and a bright smile flashed in his eyes.

Seeing his gaze, Feng Wuyang was embarrassed.Think about when she made so many oolongs because of being in a daze... If the lady knows, she will die of laughter.

"Uh... I want to go to the rooftop, but the hall is very stuffy. Do you want to come together?" She couldn't think of anything to leave the stage, so she could only quickly change the subject.

"Okay." The man nodded thoughtfully. "You can go first, and I will be there later."

Can't help but look at this man again, his perfect demeanor can impress almost all women - except her of course - his demeanor is elegant and without indifference, so that everyone who is with him can enjoy the feeling of being valued Feeling, at the same time, there is a limit to advancing and retreating, and it will never exceed the limit.Such a man is really a good candidate to be a confidant - let's forget about the object.

Feng Wuyang nodded to him as a gesture, then turned and went upstairs with the wine glass in hand.

Seeing her slender back, the man gently put down the wine glass in his hand, pursed his lips and smiled. "Heh... Interesting."

"Who are you looking at again? You are smiling so happily." A white figure slowly walked over from his side, noticing the aura, the man smiled and raised his head. "You're awake..."

The person who came was Diolot, who was always dressed in white.Although wearing a mask, Aura has revealed his identity to those who know him.

Diolot looked at the man in front of him, pursing his lips curiously. "I haven't seen you for a while, but I've improved again. I really don't know what you ate."

The man smiled and said nothing, then picked up the wine glass and touched him.

After taking a sip of the liquid in the glass, Diolot touched him lightly with his arm. "By the way, you haven't answered me yet. Who were you talking to just now? You smiled so subtly."

Looking at him carefully, knowing that he really didn't pay attention to the person beside him just now, the smile on the corner of the man's lips became brighter and brighter. "Is there anyone else worthy of my attention." He almost laughed out loud, leaving Diolotte aside. "Of course it's my lovely little bride~"

"Lianian?" Diolot looked at him suspiciously. "It's not like... She didn't recognize you?" How could two people who have a blood contract look like strangers?

"... Heh." The light blue pupils of the man staring at him flickered quickly, as if he understood something, he smiled lightly. "Don't you think this is very interesting... She is waiting for me, excuse me." Shaking his head without saying anything, he picked up his glass and slowly turned around to leave.

"Hey, Ansair!" Diolot called out suspiciously.

Ansair, a Toledo man with light blue eyes, looked back quietly, gave him a meaningful smile, and left without looking back.

"..." Diolot narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched him leave. "Strange……"

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London, England

After getting out of the car, the two stood at the gate of the manor, looking at each other.Ronald moved the corners of his lips to reveal a complicated smile, and walked into the room first without saying a word.

Blood Sacrifice followed behind him silently, entered the house, went upstairs, entered the room, and then sat down on the sofa in the small living room.

Ronald, who was one step ahead of him, lay silently on the couch, staring at the chandelier above his head, wondering what he was thinking.

"How much do you believe Elizabeth's words?" After a long while, he suddenly heard him say that.

"Thirty percent." Blood Sacrifice replied flatly.

Ronald smiled wryly. "Sure enough."

Blood Sacrifice looked at him expressionlessly. "She knows our purpose."

"That's right." With a sigh, Ronald closed his eyes.

The voice of the blood sacrifice did not fluctuate at all. "There's absolutely no way she'll watch us do this."

"Elizabeth and Dracula have a far better relationship with Sabat than with us," Ronald said softly. "If they do decide, then we are in danger."

"What do you want to do?" A sternness flashed in Blood Sacrifice's eyes, but it didn't last long and disappeared soon.

"Go back." Ronald opened his eyes and sat up abruptly. "Go to see Master Xier. This matter is beyond our ability to handle." If we are not careful, it will become a clan war.

Blood Sacrifice followed him to stand up and then turned and walked towards the door. "You take a break, let's go back at dawn."

Looking at his back, Ronald opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped him with a word. He could only shake his head helplessly, and lay back on the sofa again.His deep eyes looked at the patterns on the ceiling above his head, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

——That thing must never be taken away by others.

——If it is related to 'that matter' or 'that person', a single mistake will ruin us all.

Is it really that serious...

——The time has not come yet, we must hold on to it.

——The last ones to reach it must be us.

——You don’t know how powerful this is.

Of course he knew.

--so……

So, he would put his life on 'it'.If it fails, he dies with 'it'.

Even if everything is not his choice...

"But..." Something flickered in the deep eyes, and Ronald sighed and smiled.

"Don't be too comfortable thinking that things under the wolf's claws are easy to get..."

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The twilight of the morning sun slowly seeps out from behind the clouds, and the night mist lifts, leaving dewdrops to moisten the mild Yorkshire.

Sitting in front of the window sill with his hands leaning on him, Diolot casually flipped through the book in his hand with downcast eyes, and looked out of the window from time to time to look outside the manor.

Tiredness invaded the body a little bit, and the influence of the day on the blood race was a bit far-fetched even with the adjustment of blood flow and tide.Glancing at the clock on the wall, he resolutely gave up waiting, got up, drew the curtains, turned around, unbuttoned his coat and lay down on the bed.

There seemed to be some noisy voices in his ears, thin like tinnitus, and he blocked them decisively, allowing his consciousness to sink into the deep darkness.

"...I see." Taking off the windbreaker and putting it on his wrist, Ronald stood at the stairs and looked at the people below. A pensive look flashed across his face, and he nodded slowly.

"...Remember to see him." The person below reminded him softly, before losing his breath.

"En." Responding, Ronald turned around, walked around the long corridor, stopped in front of a certain door, and then gently opened the door behind him.

Dim room.

All light sources are blocked, and the darkness is like the depth at dusk.There is no trace of human breath, and it is too quiet.

Throwing the windbreaker casually on the sofa, Ronald looked at the wall clock, touched his nose helplessly, turned and stepped into the bathroom.

Although it was a deep sleep that was difficult to wake up, but because of the surging blood in his body, he had to slowly regain consciousness.As soon as the feeling recovered, he immediately felt the familiar breath keeping still beside him.

Diolot was at a loss at first, then opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head, and as expected saw a sleeping figure beside him.

Slightly taken aback, he sat up all of a sudden, looked at his face and gritted his teeth slightly. "Ronald..."

The surviving breath proved that he was still asleep. Sure enough, with just a light sound, Ronald was pulled out of the resting state, opened his eyes, saw someone in front of him, and smiled slightly. "Hi."

"Hi your head!" Diolot grabbed the pillow and threw it over. "What are you doing in my room without making a sound!"

Ronald took the pillow and pressed it under his head, smiling innocently at him. "I'm afraid they all know I'm back."

"What are you trying to do without telling them?" Diolot narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"It's nothing, it's just boring." Ronald reached out and grabbed him and pulled him gently. "Okay, okay, do you still want to sleep?