[Comprehensive British and American] Fu Paradise

After drinking late at night and saying good night to Kanai, the supreme venerable stepped out of the hall, chatted with the thin bamboo bone curtain, and then turned into his bedroom with a clattering sound.

The window sash that was opened before leaving was still swaying, the tea on the table was slightly cold, and the incense in the incense burner was almost burned out.She walked over to close the window and hung the curtains, then slowly unbuttoned the front of her robe and walked into the bathroom.

For tonight's battle, she just wanted to make a quick decision, and didn't worry too much about it. It was inevitable that there would be filth splashed on her body. Although she was used to it, she still had to clean it up carefully, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable all over her body.There is really no way to do this, if she takes off the high-sounding coat of the Supreme Venerable, she is nothing more than an ordinary woman who also likes to be clean, likes to eat sweets, and often has some cute little moves unintentionally.Under the identity of a mage, who is not a body of flesh and blood?

The steaming heat condensed into mist, and she slowly sank herself into the water.

What is the most healing thing in the world?drug?time?water?Tobacco and alcohol?Sunlight?

And she needs sleepless nights.

She has experienced countless nights, they fly away like meteors, and the world cannot keep them.

From late to late, bells to drums, and early nights, she always lay down with her clothes on, her spirits tense, and she was ready to fight at any time.

Only when you take a bath can you see yourself naked. The silky water wraps countless old scars like silent medals.

……

That year, she met him.Tao Zhiyaoyao, IKEA IKEA.

It was too long ago, and even his appearance was blurred.

But that didn't stop him from being a thorn in her heart.And it stands up to this day, immortal and immortal.

She covered her face with her hands, and the water spray from her palms wet her eyebrows and cheeks, dripping down.

……

To be exact, she had many choices that year.

However, he was chosen in the end, and the purpose was naturally not pure.

At that time, she was already a qualified mage.

She managed to get close to him.

They actually spent a wonderful post-marital time together, which she didn't expect at first.

At that time, she had thick red hair, burning like a peach blossom.

Every morning, when he tied her hair with his own hands, and his eyes shone brightly in the mirror, she would always bow her head silently with a guilty conscience.

He did not treat her badly.Errands that required work were never called to her.He only took her to do happy things-they traveled together, enjoyed countless beautiful scenery, read books, wrote poems, danced and played the piano together.Many times, she seemed to be brought into a state of transformation by him, and she almost couldn't wake up.

She began to be afraid.

On the one hand, I warned myself to be sober, but on the other hand, I couldn't let go of those good things.

For countless dark nights, I quietly covered my face and wept, and finally calmed down and decided to make a break.

……

The sharp and hard object cut through his flesh and cut off his bones, hot blood gushed out, dripped onto her hands in an instant, slid down her forearm to her elbow, and penetrated the wide sleeve of her robe.

He was so close to her, just like the intimacy when he came close to kiss her in the past.His difficult and rapid breathing sprayed on her face, and her hands were trembling uncontrollably.

He watched his blood leave his body quickly, and suddenly laughed.

"In the past, I doubted everything and didn't believe in any human beings. After I met you, I took it lightly... You are so cute, I thought, finally a different one... Now... I have finally been punished."

It's hard to tell the truth from what he said, maybe it's just a tool to make her feel guilty... However, even if that's the case, then he succeeded.

She tried her best to swallow the surge of grief, as if she was telling him, and she seemed to be convincing herself: "You are a murderous, cold-blooded devil, and you should have expected it from the time you killed your own brother. I will die in the future. You will be punished because of this!"

His gaze slowly moved to her hand, the dried blood was glowing dark red, like bunches of beautiful red coral.

"Murder like hemp? Haha, honey, you're almost there, aren't you?"

He approached her little by little, and said, "I have killed countless people, but those are just meaningless people, but you took advantage of your lover's defenselessness to kill him. The two of us, what after all?" Who is meaner?"

She froze completely.Although he was about to die, he won her.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, but the strong fishy smell permeated her mouth... He actually kissed her, and with his blood-drenched lips, burned the traces of sin on her face and heart , causing her restlessness.

Thick blood, mixed with his body temperature, slid from the lips to the chin, neck, dripped into the collar, crossed the collarbone, and crawled to the chest.She trembled uncontrollably.

"Darling...I curse you...alone...forever..."

His breathing has long been disordered, but he insisted on refusing to close his eyes until he bit these words with his trembling lips, and finally he died.These are the last words he left for her in this world.

In the end, he refused to be too ruthless.He may still be somewhat sincere to her, just like she is to him.However, she was much more decisive than him, so she was the one to blame him for such a calculation.She bears him...

In the end, he stopped still, his body limp, and slowly slid down on her shoulders.

His blood was drained, and his body temperature evaporated with the wind.She stood like this for a long time, and was infected by him and felt chills all over her body.But what else could she do.

……

She buried him with her own hands.

The one who went to rest with him was her red hair.She picked off the most beautiful peach blossom and put it on his chest as a final farewell.

She held his hand when the peach blossoms were burning, and let go of him on the cliff when the peach blossoms were burning.Holding the hand of the son, you can't grow old together with the son, so it's a good destination to die alone.

Since then, she no longer grows her hair, because the person who tied it for her is no longer alive.

From then on, she no longer planted peach blossoms, and all the creatures with red flowers in Kama Taj's courtyard had already died under the axe.

The other reds don't belong to her anymore, she once got the purest red in the world - lover's blood.

……

That was the first debt she owed in this world after she became a qualified mage.

There was never a day when I was truly free.

But he will keep his eyes open all night, repaying his lifeless eyebrows.

At dusk in Detroit, it was late at night in Tangier.

Eve lay on the sofa as soft as a cloud, with two bare legs upright, making cross-country long-distance calls on her mobile phone.

The long busy tone ended and the call was cut off automatically.And no one listened.

Eve was slightly surprised, but thinking that Adam always liked to stay in bed, she secretly dispelled her doubts.After hanging up the phone, I guessed that Adam would always call.

She was lazily reading a book, halfway through a book, and there was still no sound on the phone.

She couldn't hold back anymore, so she called again, several times in a row, but there was still no news.

She became anxious and got up from the sofa.

Recently, she often has weird dreams, which make her shrouded in an ominous premonition.It's not that she's too careless, but she can also think about it from an optimistic perspective: maybe he just went out to get blood, or maybe he just went for a walk; maybe he made new friends, after all, Detroit is the city of music Well, so on.

But it's as difficult to pluck a hair from an angel's wings as to make an older, seasoned vampire fool himself.You know, the premonitions of the blood race are often very accurate.In her long life, she has experienced countless catastrophes, and almost every time she would have some strange dreams.At first she didn't understand that it was a sign, but people will not be foolish and confused forever, once or twice may be a coincidence, but the third time, it is God's will.

It has been more than 70 years since the last ordeal. She knew early on that good days would not always be with her.What fate awaits them this time?

"Comeon, Adam!"

Another phone was disconnected, and she slowly lowered her hand holding the phone tightly. The worry in her heart was thrown into a large bucket of gasoline like a spark on the head of a match, and it burned to the point of bursting.

"Where did you go?!"

……

After an hour of restlessness, Eve finally decided to leave for Detroit.

She checked her watch. She had to hurry if she wanted to get to Detroit before the night ended.After she dialed the booking phone, she began to prepare cash and credit cards.

Tangier has a transfer to Paris, but she is not troubled, she is already a vampire with travel experience - Adam doesn't like to go out, so most of the time, she is the one who goes to find him, fortunately, modern traffic Convenience, no need to travel long distances like before.

When she was packing her luggage, she accidentally found an old book, and recalled an experience from a long time ago.

It was the middle of the nineteenth century, before the invention of airplanes, and the only way to cross the ocean was by passenger ship.It was that time when she was traveling across the ocean, she met a girl named Luo Shanna, who gave her the book.

Roseanne caught her attention as soon as she appeared, not only because of the seductive aura exuded by the high-quality blood type of that youthful body.Roseanne is a melancholy girl, and her laughter always seems to hide some kind of pain.The light in her eyes was cold and alienated, like a child in a fairy tale whose eyes were pierced by a witch's glass ball, her heart was frozen, and her breath was cold.

That evening, after tactfully rejecting the accosts of several men, Eve felt sluggish, so she went to the deck to breathe.

The moist sea breeze blows on the face, which is as silky as the friction of brocade, and every pore seems to be trying its best to relax, enjoying this clear cleansing.Feeling extremely at ease, she stretched out her hand to untie the bun at the back of her head, and let her long hair scatter in the wind.

After a while of wind blowing, she caught a glimpse of a slender figure out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head, and it was that Roseanne, walking towards her, wearing a round hat, with a delicate forehead and a quiet face under the wide brim. eyebrows.

"Hello, ma'am," Roseanne said.

She replied with a polite smile: "Hello."

That's how it all started. They chatted speculatively until the sky was full of stars, and Roseanne was going to eat, so they separated.Since then, it has been like this day by day, and Roseanne has become her closest companion on this ship, which actually aroused the jealousy of many male passengers, both openly and secretly.

In the last few days before arriving at the destination, something went wrong with the blood plasma she brought with her. They seemed to have spoiled and were undrinkable.

She was undoubtedly in trouble.The inability to eat made her weaken rapidly, but on the contrary, the animal nature of the vampire began to swell in her body. If it wasn't for the suppression of reason, she would probably have caught the good-looking duke next door to feast on.

When the liner steward brought Roseanne she was so weak that she was almost unconscious.Roseanne went to her bed and gently took her hand.

"It's been a long time, ma'am, you don't look very well."

Her face was already pale and blue, but she still had the heart to worry about whether she would scare the girl in front of her. She shrank into the quilt, not wanting Luosanna to see her appearance.

"Ma'am, you don't need to hide, I've seen everything." With a compassionate and loving smile on Luosanna's lips, she bent down and leaned closer to Eve's ear.

"Take me, please. I don`t wanna live any longer."

……

Eve gently stroked the cover of the book and put it in the suitcase.Once packed, it's almost time to head to the airport.Before leaving, she dialed Adam's phone number again, hoping to inform him and get his consent. After all, there is a rumor that seems to be true and false among the blood clans——If you come uninvited, there will be bad news. things happen.However, there is still no news from Adam.

She put away the phone, although she was a little helpless, but she was determined.Taking advantage of the night, she put on her scarf, pulled up her suitcase and walked out of the house.

Detroit, late at night.

After hours of hard work, Adam finally fixed the antique telephone wiring in his home.He picked up the receiver and put it to his ear, a series of busy tones satisfied him.

"Finally I've got you covered." He said to himself, and then thought of his wife Eve who was far away in Tangier. Press the button.

Before the last number was pressed, the doorbell downstairs suddenly rang.

"I hope it's not those zombie brats." He was a little annoyed, put down the receiver, got up and went to the window to open the heavy classical floral curtains.

A figure with a head like popcorn jumped into his field of vision.Oh, it's that guy, his only human friend right now, Victor.

The man stubbed out his cigarette before going upstairs, and it still brought a foul smell.

Adam was a little dissatisfied: "Vic, next time it's better to throw away your cigarette butts two hours before you come to me."

"Alright, Alright." Victor scratched his eyebrows, and then revealed the treasures he had collected, "Adam," he squatted on the ground, and lifted the lid of the piano case, "Look!"

Adam squeezed his chin, glanced into the box, and then slowly squatted down: "MartinD-45? Wow, it's amazing."

"Really? I knew you knew the goods!" Victor bumped Adam's shoulder with his elbow, "This was during World War II. I can't tell the exact year, but it must be a limited edition! You know, World War II At that time, due to the shortage of materials, only 45 pieces of D-91 were made, but now, one is already in your hands, isn’t it fantastic, brother?”

Adam picked up the guitar and stood up, stroking the strings with his slender fingers, and tried to play a few times, the sound was quite warm and harmonious.He slightly hooked the corners of his lips: "Good things are always worth craving." He carefully examined the body of the piano. The top is made of Sitika spruce veneer, the back and sides are East Indian rosewood, and mahogany. The neck, ebony fingerboard and beef bone string nut are all finely polished, and they are as clean as a mirror under the reflection of the light.

Victor also stood up with Adam, and when Adam was appreciating the guitar, he raised his eyelids from time to time to see his expression, and felt a little proud when he caught the other's satisfied smile.

"Vic, thanks." Adam carefully put the guitar back into the case, and said sincerely to Victor.

"You're welcome, brother." Victor laughed, and in a blink of an eye, Adam had already brought several large rolls of banknotes and presented them to him.

"Oh, oh, OK." Victor put away his smile and put the money in his pocket, "Um, is there anything else I can do for you? For example..." His eyes swept into the room, "Help you modify the phone or something .You know, yours are almost antiques, and often broken."

"No, thank you, I can take care of this myself." Adam said blankly.

"Okay then. Then... see you later? If you need to call again." Victor clenched his fists, stretched out two thumbs, and gestured to his ear.

"Well, I will." Adam has already made a gesture of seeing off the guests.

Victor, the porter of antique musical instruments, once again accomplished his mission brilliantly. As usual, he disappeared into the night without being entertained by Adam, and without even taking a sip of water.

"MartinD-45, well, it's great." Adam smiled lightly, carefully looking for a suitable placement for this new member of the antique musical instrument group.

"The only fly in the ointment is that I don't know the exact year it was produced. If only Eve was here, she would definitely tell me right now." He thought while he was busy.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of car brakes outside the originally quiet window.He froze his hands and frowned: "Don't tell me someone has found the wrong house again?"

A gap was opened in the heavy curtain, and he peeked down. When he saw the plain figure clearly, he was stunned for five seconds.

"Eve?!"

He lowered the curtains, moved along the stairs from upstairs to the door on the first floor with extreme speed, and suddenly opened the door.

The author has something to say: This chapter can be regarded as a small fat chapter, with nearly [-] words.It is really impossible to break the chapter.

Tomorrow we will continue the emotional drama between Eve and Adam, hehe.

Thank you to every little angel who came to read the article.