Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

——Yangyang, do you know that with my hands, your lady, I can spy on other people's past? "

Feng Wuyang is like being struck by lightning.

Xue Ye Liyan looked directly into her unbelievable eyes, touched the wrist of the other hand with one hand, gently picked up the skin, and then slowly pulled it down.

Under the woman's horrified gaze, the skin was slowly torn apart by her—no, it wasn't skin, but a layer of skin-like, thin and transparent thing covering her hands with no trace at all.

"In order to resist this kind of power, [The Melting Furnace] and [The Suspended World] jointly designed this kind of gloves that are no different from the skin for me." She tore off the thin layer of film, and then stretched her five fingers towards the wind, her face There was a weird smile on his face.

"With these hands, if I touch you, I can see your past."

——"I saw your past."

Feng Wuyang had already begun to tremble uncontrollably, looking at her with a hint of fear and resistance in his eyes.

Yukino Riyan grinned. "Do you know what I saw, Yang Yang?"

"You think you and Xiao Xiangjin are lovers? No, it's not. Your lover is someone else."

Feng Wuyang began to retreat.But the sight of the person standing not far in front of her was like a chain, tightly fastened to her icy torso.

she is laughing.She narrowed her eyes, her lips curled up, and her posture was lazy.

"Did you feel it? Those things that are about to move in your mind..." She looked at her like a demon.

She goes forward, she goes back.She was still approaching, but her back hit the table and couldn't move anymore.

The beautiful and frightening girl reached out and stroked her face lightly, pinching her chin.Yukino Liyan raised her chin slightly, with a charming and bewitching expression.The twinkling light from those golden pupils reached directly to the bottom of her heart shrouded in darkness, piercing a big hole fiercely, and projecting a sharp light into it.

"Come on, Yangyang, tell me, what's your lover's name?"

Feng Wuyang's pupils were empty.

In front of her eyes was an over-illuminated paleness.

Gradually, the pale white color began to twist.

There are bat-shaped air corridors, dragon-shaped lakes, turquoise forests shrouded in bright sunlight, and quaint wooden and stone houses.

The second elder brother, Tuyu, took her by the hand when she was a child, and walked across the plateau.

"Xiao Wu, there are guests on the island today."

"Who is it?" She raised her eyes curiously.

The scene changed to Drowning Dragon Lake.Sitting in the shade of a tree, she watched her second brother standing in the lake. His skin was as white as snow, and the lake was like a silver mirror, reflecting dazzling light.

She asked her brother to catch frost scale fish for her, and the brother who loved her would never refuse any of her strange requests.

But brother Huzhong's expression suddenly changed, and then she felt someone coming, and she turned her head.

On Fengjia Island in summer, the light and shadow are dappled among the dense forests.Brother Xiaoxiang and another stranger came slowly.

Black clothes, black hair, black eyes.A young man who is as upright as the third brother, but much better-looking than the third brother.

She was slightly taken aback.

A magical voice came faintly from the ear.

"Yangyang, who is that person?"

She looked at him, and the figure of that person was like thick ink and heavy colors, rendering the bright afternoon and her life as thin as paper and as cold as frost.

Opening his mouth lightly, the moment the voice came out, his heart ached.

—“Ronald.”

Extra Story: Episode [-] The Snowman and the Cub③

After Diolot left, he often had nightmares.

Blood races have no dreams.A dead body does not take on the characteristics of being alive while asleep, nor does the brain function.Therefore, the dreams of the blood race are not dreams.

--That is true.

He dreamed that he was beside the pool of blood, and there was a boy standing in the pool of blood, his pale body was as white as snow against the background of the blood-red liquid.

The boy had long black hair, which was wet and pressed against his face, so he couldn't see that face clearly.

He dreamed that the boy was walking towards him slowly in the pool of blood, his bright red lips were as soft and plump as rose petals, and the snow-white body was thin but vigorous, full of hidden strength.

He is smiling at him.

"Hey, Ron." The voice was as cold as moonlight and as melodious as a breeze.

what?

"Hey, Ron." He stretched out his arms at him, smiling, with perfect white teeth and long, sharp fangs.

"Ron, do you like me?" he asked, looking at his stretched body, long and beautiful, as if it couldn't be pulled away once touched.

"Do you like it, do you like me?" he asked.As if seeing his bewilderment, she smiled charmingly, and gently brushed away the black hair sticking to her cheeks with her pretty fingers.

Every gesture is so beautiful and so bewitching.

"Hey, Ron, do you like... me like this?" He brushed his long hair away from his face and smiled slowly at him.

He stared blankly at his face, and then...

Then he woke up.

Woke up as if startled.

He sat up, panting heavily, his back drenched with blood and sweat.

What did he see?

What the hell did he see?

he does not know.

He never saw it once.

Maybe he saw it, but he couldn't remember it.

It's like—it must be absolutely forgotten.

Night after night, he was haunted by this dream, terrified and restless.

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer.

"Oliver, please tell me where my uncle is. I'm going to find him."

Yes, he was going to find him, to find the source of that nightmare.

Diolotte, what have you become?

Why so sad, why... we are all so sad...

Deep in the Eternal Mountains, in the hinterland of Ameron, the Blood Sect has a blood pool there.

He didn't know how the Blood Night Castle pulled the blood pool from such a long distance into the barrier, but he knew very well that once the blood pool was mixed with other blood, the blood pool would no longer be usable.

That person bestowed upon him such a great kindness, and his mission and such kindness have become a heavy burden on his shoulders, which is unbearable.

So another person is needed to bear with him.

He wasn't at the Blood Pool when he saw his uncle, but he heard that Diolot was there.He couldn't wait to see him, but was stopped by his uncle.

"Ron, don't worry." Every time his uncle looked at him, he couldn't help but tremble.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

"Let's go in two days, don't be in a hurry." Syl shook his head lightly, and then left.

Leaving him facing his back in uneasy anticipation.

The place where they are located is the territory of the Toledo tribe. The people of this tribe have outstanding and unparalleled beauty. His friend Ansair warmly received him.

"I heard that your coming here seems to be related to the blood pool." Ansair smiled. "Don't worry, there will be no problem with the blood pool. Lord Syl is not worried, so why should you be nervous?"

It turned out that they didn't know the truth.I just thought there was something wrong with the blood pool.

"Of course." He forced a smile, unable to speak in front of his friend's sincere face.

"My sister has always wanted to see you." Ansair said to him suggestively. "You must attend today's dinner."

"Anse, I don't really want to participate." He was all about Diolot.

"No matter what, you must come." Ansair's first strong invitation. "Everyone wants to see you very much. The number one of [The King's Servant]. No matter what it is for, you must get acquainted with the people of my clan." The Lai clan is the representative of neutral forces most of the time under the throne , They are full of expectations for the Lai family, whether it is [Servant of the King] or [Sifang].

"Okay, I'll go." With such a big hat on, he could only choose to compromise.

Toledo's banquet was amazingly luxurious. Standing in the golden circle, he felt uncomfortable except cramped.He couldn't get used to this kind of banquet.Everything in Blood Night Castle is first of all rigorous and solemn, and second is low-key luxury. Such straightforward and unbearable brilliance really gave him a headache.

Especially when you have a gorgeous Toledo beauty next to you.

"Master Ronald, don't you like the drinks at the banquet?" Ansair's younger sister is as peerless as her elder brother. It must be a happy thing for outsiders to be surrounded by such beauties, but he really He really wanted to say that her jewelry and that glittering gown made his eyes tired.

"...No, it's very rich and very good." He smiled gently and kindly, without any trace of displeasure in his heart.

This also made the girl in front of him feel more fond of him.

"...Then Lord Ronald, can I ask you to dance with me later?" The girl fiddled with the beautiful pendant on her wrist expectantly and timidly. "I want you to be my dance partner tonight..."

"Of course, I'm very happy." He smiled and took the girl's hand and kissed it on the back.Treating every woman as a gentleman is a must for aristocratic men. Although he is not used to this, Ansair's sister has a good character, and he doesn't mind getting closer to her.Although he does not guarantee how the follow-up development will be.

The girl's smiling face was bright, and he followed her into the dance floor with a smile on his face, but his mind was still stuck on his uncle's words and expressions.

Diolot...

He really wanted to see him.

With the blood of the Ventrue family, that person must have been very handsome in his original appearance.

That's it.

"How is my sister?" Ansair found him after the banquet, with an inscrutable smile on his face.

"Excellent, very beautiful." He sighed with a soft smile. "It's irresistible."

"So