Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

,teach me? "

Diolot's forehead was obviously throbbing with blue veins, but his smile was obviously more obvious. "Fitz, you look good. It seems that Andor really loves you."

Ansair was sure that at that moment he saw Fitz tremble all over.

The petal-like red lips trembled, and forced a distorted smile. Fitz's hands hanging in his robe tightened, loosened and tightened, and he restrained the thought of rushing up to die with him.Staring at the obstructive face, he took a deep breath, and the expression on his face gradually calmed down.

"Okay, you win."

However, Diolot had no intention of taking him up this step at all. The corners of his eyes raised a look of pride that he took for granted, and his tone was full of disdain and pity from top to bottom.

"Have I ever lost?" Compared to their appearance, they are one of the best beauties with ambiguous gender in the blood race group, and their strength and status are also the top among all forces, but Fitz has been given a bad name because he joined Sabat. Compared with Diolot, who was ignored by the Ventrue clan due to historical reasons, Fitz, who was no longer accepted by the family at all, was even more pitiful.

This man really has a mouth that makes people want to strangle him to death.Fitz recited "calm down" several times in his heart before forcing himself to calm down.After all, he is at a disadvantage now, and they don't plan to kill them all. It is the best policy to take Andor and leave as soon as possible.

Glancing resentfully at Ansair who was still looking calm beside him, Fitz glared angrily at Ronald.

"We're unlucky today, but Ronald, this is just the beginning, Sabat is bound to win the seal against Eagle Castle!"

Ronald nodded heavily with a teachable face. "I welcome you to visit me at any time." He squinted his eyes and smiled, accepting his provocation with deep approval.

Fitz took one last look at the female knight who was as numb as a puppet beside Diorot. A hint of deep thought flashed in the bright almond eyes. The figure flashed to Andor's side. With a wave of his hand, the two of them instantly dissipated into a puff of black-red smoke. in the wind.

"..." Ansair looked up thoughtfully at the distant sky, and sighed softly while holding his arms.

"The calm is finally over."

No.14 The Light of the Lost City at Night [Part [-]]

"Heh...what a Ronald."

Covering his face with cold and pale hands, the figure standing with his head up in the darkness was silent for a long time, and softly uttered a cold laugh.

"My lord, please calm down." Andor half-kneeled behind him, with a look of resentment and unwillingness. "Next time, I will definitely catch him!" "There will be no next time." Turning around with his head bowed, the man gave him a cold look with his blood-red pupils in the darkness, and turned away without emotion. "Go back to the Bloody Continent, it's none of your business now."

"...Yes." Andor gritted his teeth bitterly, but did not continue to fight, raised his right arm and tapped his left chest, bowed his head in response, got up and left.

The man's eyes stared at the darkness for a moment, then slowly lowered. "Contact Gornroth."

"Just say, I want to do a business with him."

"Yes, my lord."

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"[Fallen Bloodthirsty]?" Feng Wuyang caressed the bandage on his arm, and looked at the woman sitting on the sofa in surprise.

"Strictly speaking, it's a 'mutation and degeneration'." Ronald sat next to her with his eyes closed, but took the time to correct her. "Moreover, it still hasn't changed completely, and there are mixed individuals with bloodlines."

"How is this possible?" Feng Wuyang said in disbelief. "The blood clan won't allow her to stay in the bloody continent!"

"Of course not." Diolot said lightly, taking a sip of herbal tea. "Before coming here, she had been imprisoned in [Eternal Darkness Prison] in Prison Sea."

Feng Wuyang no longer knew what sound to use to express her shock.He could only look sideways at the woman in front of him carefully.With a delicate but cold appearance carved from ice and snow, long light blue hair and ice blue eyes of fallen blood, the eyes are cold, but without any expression, just like a beautiful puppet.

The lips are silvery, as if coated with a layer of silver powder, which is the characteristic of [heaven] creatures and their devout believers.

This woman is a [Fallen One] caught between darkness and light.

Losing the glory of God's blessing and being involved in the darkness, the seemingly noble and beautiful light blue blood, unique hair color and eye color are actually the brand of the eternal fallen person given to them.

only……

"Why does she look so sluggish?" Feng Wuyang frowned, looking into the eyes of the woman in front of her, for so long, she has always maintained a posture, and her eyes have not moved.If she hadn't witnessed her terrifying and frightening speed and ability, she would never have believed that it was a person and not Diolot's puppet.

Diolot raised his eyes and reached out to grab the woman's left hand.On her wrist, there was a pair of black shackles of invisible material.However, the other part of the hanging chain was empty, as if it had been broken, leaving only a chain. "[Ansyria's Sigh], the seventh of [Thirteen Prison Locks], has the power to confine blood energy."

"Why imprison her?"

"Noy's depraved bloodline is incomplete, and the power of [Heaven] in the blood in her body has not completely dissipated, so the bloodline is in a riot. If she is not imprisoned, she will attack the people around her because of loss of sanity." Diolot finished, He squeezed Noi's hand tightly.

"Is that so..." Feng Wuyang couldn't help but glanced at the woman's eyes, which were beautiful and crystal clear but lifeless, out of focus, and indifferent.

Bloodlines always value bloodlines, so they must have put a lot of pressure on such impure and dangerous bloodlines.Eternal Darkness Prison, that place is not only the nightmare of the blood race, but also the nightmare of the entire Nine Prisons.It is not known how much she was tortured before Diolot appeared.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuyang's heart was immediately filled with infinite sympathy and pity for her.She stood up and walked in front of Noi, looking at Diolot with some hesitation.

"Let me take her up to rest for a while... Is she okay?" Looking at her, it seems that [An Syria's sigh] sealed not only her blood energy, but also her consciousness.

"She has feelings, you can talk to her and see." Diolot's very friendly attitude surprised Feng Wuyang, but he understood immediately.It seems that he also hopes that Noy can get out of his lonely world and communicate with the outside world normally.

"Noy, this is Miss Feng, Feng Wuyang." Diolot said softly but clearly to Noy, and at the same time pointed to Feng Wuyang in front of her.

There was no response for a while, Feng Wuyang was restless, but saw the woman whose eyes were cast at nowhere before slowly turning her neck, her stiff movements were like a puppet whose joints had not been used for a long time and had lost its lubrication.

Feng Wuyang couldn't help trembling when she was seen by those snow-like blue eyes.Although the desolate and empty chill has been suppressed severely, it is still unacceptable to the blood race.

[Bloodthirsty] The oppression of the blood race by nature is still indelible.

Forcibly suppressing the innate fear, Feng Wuyang pulled the corners of her mouth. The injury on her neck made her movements a bit reluctant, and her smile looked unnatural. "Just call me Yang Yang... Noy? Now let me take you upstairs."

Noima Weijielin Fanzhuo silently looked at the unnatural but still friendly smiling face in front of her, a little bit of bewilderment floated in the depths of her eyes.

She has a bandage on her neck, she must be hurt, so why laughing?

Moreover, why does her taste differ from other blood races?It seems to carry... a very annoying thing.

"What's the matter, Noy?" Diolot saw her staring at Feng Wuyang, leaned to her side and asked softly.Noy has a special identity and is more capable than everyone else.Her sensitivity to bloodlines is amazing. Did this action discover the abnormality of Feng Wuyang's bloodline?

"...It smells bad." After waiting for a long time, everyone guessed that her lips seemed to tremble slightly, but no one heard what she said except Diorot who was very close to her.

"It smells bad?" Diolot frowned, and looked up at Feng Wuyang who was confused.

Is Noi talking about...the wind dancing blood?

Ronald on the side put down his teacup and gently opened his lips. "As expected of the [Bloodthirsty] once, you can detect the nuances of bloodlines just by smelling it."

Feng Wuyang looked back at him. "What does she feel? My condition?"

Ronald looked up to meet her gaze. "She smelled the difference in your blood. You are the blood of the Feng family, marked with a crime, and you are the second child. There is a 'king' smell in your blood."

Feng Wuyang looked back at Nuoyi again, she had already lowered her head again, her hands on her lap were folded together, against the background of the dark locks, those slender hands looked pale and transparent like ice and snow.

Is it so hated by people?Feng Wuyang was a little dumbfounded, and at the same time a little disappointed.

The blood of sin...

Ronald seemed to have remembered something, and lowered his eyes slightly.But soon back to normal. "Noi." He called out.

Noy still slowly raised his eyes to meet him.

But Ronald's concentration was much better, and his face didn't change at all. "How about letting Xiao Wu go out to bask in the sun with you?"