Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

I must not be able to drink it.But she was right, she really couldn't drink it.It's just that the root cause is different.

"Very good." Solad pursed his thin lips and said softly. "Before... I drank worse."

"Cough." Seeing his appearance, she didn't know why she suddenly wanted to laugh.

"But I really want to ask a question." Solad put down his coffee cup and looked at her.

"what?"

"Your..." He raised a slender finger and pointed to the glass in her hand. "New drink?"

"Hmm..." She glanced at the cup in her hand with some hesitation, blinked, and nodded. "um, yes."

"It looks very interesting." Solad said with great interest.

"No, you'd better not try it." Feng Wuyang immediately moved the cup closer to him. "Know that there is always something extraordinary about something new."

"Oh..." Thorard replied meaningfully. "It seems that Miss Feng likes to accept new things."

"...You think too much." She is fundamentally old fashioned.

"Maybe one day I will try it." Solad suddenly laughed.

"..." It is best not to have such a day.

"Okay, it's getting late, I should go." Tapping the empty coffee cup with his fingers, Solad stood up and said. "Is Rona leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes." Feng Wuyang followed him and stood up.

"Then there should be nothing tonight." Solad glanced at her and suddenly bent the corner of his lips, quickly.

"……Um?"

"No, I just want to say..." Standing at the door, Solad suddenly looked back at Feng Wuyang behind him, a deep light flashed from his sharp eyes under the black hair.

"It's dangerous at night, Miss Feng. You'd better be more careful when you're alone in the future." Without waiting for her reaction, she tossed off her windbreaker and left gracefully.

"..." Silently staring at his leisurely retreating back, the cold red eyes under the silver-rimmed glasses flashed a light.

"Thank you very much, Your Excellency the Duke."

The Inexplicable Crimson Tide of the Second Night [Middle]

Feng Wuyang never knew that a single person's town could be like this... weird.

Lorna and the others packed their things at dawn and left the town according to the time. According to her survey of spice workers in Provence, they would stay in the herb garden to harvest during the scorching summer from the beginning of July to September. The lavender is processed briefly and then all sent to the spice workshop.

In other words, she will stay here for two months miserable, and she is still the kind of unlucky ghost who does not get paid for work and has no one to accompany her.

Did she come at the wrong time?Serving the coffee to the guests' tables resignedly, listening to their messy accents of English, German, French, and Russian... while talking about the wonders of this place and the weird habits of this small town.

The sales shops in the town are still open, and qualified tourists will automatically leave the money after shopping, and it doesn't matter if they don't, no one cares.

And shops with a service nature similar to cafes can only close their doors miserably.But this time because of her unexpected variable, some old tourists will be surprised to sit in this coffee shop that should have been closed to enjoy afternoon tea.

But it still feels weird.

Although it is very lively, this place is really empty... Rao is used to living alone, but living in a room or yard is different from living in a small town...

Especially at night, when the supposedly comfortable sleep becomes disturbed by the thought of the empty town.

It seems that some strange things will pop up at any time.

You mean you're scared?Zongxue lazily raised her eyes to glance at Feng Wuyang who was "drinking" dinner, and hummed softly.

"What rhetoric." With a kick, Feng Wuyang sipped the water and flipped the books on the table. "I just find it weird."

It's very "Silent Hill" feeling, isn't it?Burial Snow rolled on the ground.It would be even better if there were lots of monsters too.

"Thank you for not being sensitive." Feng Wuyang kicked it away with a smile on his face. "Don't make trouble for me."

But you're boring too, aren't you?Zongxue lay on the ground and winked at her.How about letting go of the wind and have some fun?

"...Is your skin itchy?" Feng Wuyang slowly raised her eyes to look at it.

How dare.Funeral Xue showing her teeth should be smiling.I just see you are aggrieved.

"Don't worry, I'm fine now." [Skynet] sent a small amount of cracking programming of the Eagle Fort defense system, and she is more interested in this now and has no time to care about other things.

Although it is still a thousand miles away from her goal, it is still possible to make up a number.

Solad is not here today.Funeral Snow glanced out the window.

"If you don't come, I'll close the door." Anyway, there is no need to obediently wait until night.She is afraid of trouble.

Don't you really want to get closer to him?There was a smile in Zunxue's eyes.

"Then there's no need to sit here like a grieving woman in a boudoir and wait for his 'adventure' every day." Feng Wu gave it a sideways glance.

Wahahaha... Zangxue screamed and rolled.How dare you describe the state of the two of you like this...

Picking up the cup at hand and gulping it down, Feng Wuyang took out a handkerchief, wiped the corners of her mouth, pushed away the documents and stood up. "Get out of my way, I'm closing the door."

Are you really waiting?Funeral Xue rolled over to avoid her feet, then jumped up and followed her towards the door.

"No." She wanted to go back and study the information.

Hey, maybe they will come soon.

"If you want to see him, you can stand at the door and wait." Feng Wuyang snorted softly. "By the way make him coffee and clean up the mess and lock the door."

...Forget it, pretend it didn't say it.

Just when Feng Wuyang was about to close the door and lock it, a black car suddenly galloped to the door and braked to a stop. The screeching sound of the brakes almost made her curse out loud.

Want to ruin her eardrums?

"Sorry, it looks like I'm late today." All the men who came out of the back seat of the car sighed regretfully.

"..." Feng Wuyang held the glass door armrest and looked at Solad helplessly at the door, the balance in his heart was swinging between welcome and expulsion.

"Wow~" Unexpectedly, Zangxue shook her head cheerfully to express her welcome.

Hey, are you still closing the door?

"..." Feng Wuyang glared at it, then let go of the hand that was about to pull the door. "No, I just think it's a bit windy." Fuck him, the good weather in Provence these past two days made her want to curse, it's only because of the wind.

"Oh." Solad nodded, and strode forward with a smile on his lips. "It seems that I am still very lucky."

"...Of course." You've been lucky, Duke.

Leading him in, Feng Wuyang suddenly saw the stack of documents he had scattered on the table, and his face turned dark.

No, you are a disaster, Thorard!

Funeral Snow seemed to notice it too, and ran over happily, jumped onto the table, and started biting the papers.However, its actions look a lot like an innocent pet playing a game.

"...Miss Feng..." Seeing this, Solad called out softly. "Your...cough, pet it..."

"..." Feng Wuyang looked expressionlessly at Zunxue tearing to pieces the pile of materials she had finally obtained, and then pulled the corner of her mouth with difficulty.

"No...it's okay...it's just a pile of waste paper..." Thank you so much, Zangxue.

Clear blue eyes smiled at her.No need, I should do it.

"..." She decided to go back and kick this bastard tiger to Aunt Su.

Looking at the busy figure behind the bar, Solad adjusted his lazy sitting posture with great interest, glanced at the confetti that had not been completely cleaned up on the ground, slightly raised his eyebrows under the black hair, and slowly The bowed slender fingertips lightly held a scrap of paper and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

"What duke are you doing?" Feng Wuyang came over with coffee.See the piece of paper in his hand.There was a "click" in my heart.

Danger……

"Oh, you didn't clean it up just now." Thorard put the scraps of paper on the table.

"I'll clean it later." After a glance, there was nothing, it was fine.Feng Wuyang served the coffee with confidence.After speaking, he immediately grabbed the piece of paper that almost scared her to death.

"Have you had dinner yet?" Thorard looked up at her after taking a sip of his coffee.

"Of course." Feng Wuyang nodded.

"Well, is it okay to be here alone?"

"Not bad." Presently.

"That's good." Solad seemed to nod his head in reassurance, and then continued to drink coffee without saying a word.

"...Duke is going out today?" After a long silence, Feng Wuyang raised the topic unbearably.Although she doesn't like to talk very much, being quiet in the same air with this man will only make her sit on pins and needles.

"Well, a meeting." He simply replied.

"Oh." She was actually not interested in hearing his answer.

"By the way..." After a while, Solad suddenly put down the cup and spoke.

"Ok?"

"...It seems to be very windy these two nights, Miss Feng, remember to close the doors and windows."

"...Thank you for reminding me." What a good duke.

"No, it should." Thorard smiled and accepted the gratitude.

"..." A speechless man.

The afternoon tea was quickly settled, but Solad did not continue to sit down as before, but quickly stood up, sorted his clothes, and prepared to leave.

"You seem to have something else to do." Feng Wuyang looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"It's just a little tired." His Excellency the Duke smiled gracefully. "Coffee is refreshing though."

"Then please go back and rest quickly." She was more tired than him.

"Then, good night, Miss Feng." Thorard raised an arm