vampire knight witch of thorns

vampire knight witch of thorns

Author: Chu Yi

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Blooming pure blue jasmine, missing night witch.

She came from another world, relying on the dark moon.

The blood clan named her the Witch of Thorns.

Wang Qingmo: I had an upbeat life, but I didn't have upbeat parents.Didn't it mean that everyone who time-traveled became a princess?Now this kind of wife and children are separated, where is the aura of the protagonist being stared at by a pack of wolves? →_→

Xiaoyi: Between the heroine's funny mode,

Let's cut to the chase. 【Ah hello】

Throne poured with blood,

Incense of withered flowers.

She wants to walk the way of kings,

Blood and hatred crowned her.

She is the sinful son of Jiulan Litu and Chengmo Jiuya,

Angel or demon,

Sticking to the last chant?

—Wake up, black-winged angel, I will crown you with blood.

The Witch of Thorns, the Holy Grail of Angels.

The night is still very long.

cp: Original heroine and heroine (Orange Mojing x Jiulan Moli)

Content tags: fantasy, magic, time-traveling, vampire girl comics

Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiulan Moli, Orange Mojing┃Supporting roles: Jiulanshu, Heizhu Youji, Cone Shengling, Jiulan Litu, Zhikui Qianli┃Others: Vampire Knight

Chapter One Night of the Dark Moon

Black clouds billowed, covering the sun and the moon.The hazy moonlight rips up faint blood light, and the sea of ​​jasmine flowers swaying under the moon, without wind, seems to be worshiping their king.

The castle was brightly lit, and the exquisite crystal ornaments reflected the anxiously running figures of the maids.A man was leaning lazily under the white marble pillar, under his messy brown-red hair, revealing a pair of blue-red eyes as dangerous as wild wolves.It is recorded in ancient books that different pupils are a symbol of power and a sign of heresy.

With his hands in his jacket pockets, his slightly tired face was in stark contrast to the anxious expressions of the others present.

Suddenly, a woman ran down the corridor with a happy face.

"Lord Li Tu, my wife gave birth to a girl."

The man's expression did not change when he heard the words, only the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his pupils of different colors slowly opened. The astonishing deterrent power in them made people feel surrendered.

"A girl?" He inadvertently chuckled and licked his lips. "This is the first daughter I have after I awakened that monster."

In Mrs. Jiulan's room, the black-haired woman closed her eyes and held the baby in her arms with a pale face.It was a delicate child, with the same black hair as his mother.It's just... the woman frowned slightly, and the baby girl smiled, revealing strange eyes of strange color.The left eye is a clear blue, while the right eye is a strange dark red.

The baby hadn't cried in the short time since it was born, but had been laughing all the time.That alone makes it different.However, no one knows that the child himself has a 20-year-old memory.She, Wang Qingmo, a female college student from another world, was unfortunately killed in an air crash but was able to come to this other world with her soul.

"Hey, Jiu Ya, long time no see." He always had a faint smile on his mouth, he didn't get close to the woman, but his whole body exuded a chill.

Orange Mo Jiuya, that woman's name.A woman chosen from among many families to become his wife.

Cheng Mo Jiuya lowered her eyes slightly, but her eyes were still like stagnant water.She hugged the newborn so tightly her nails almost dug into her palms.She hardly ever saw this man—her husband—except when she gave birth to this child.

"Have you thought about the child's name?" She forcefully suppressed the question that had already rushed to her throat, and her eyes left Jiulan Litu, and fell on a blooming branch of pure blue jasmine placed on the table.

Jiulan Litu didn't seem to see the woman's indifferent expression, he walked forward indifferently, and lifted Chengmo Jiuya's chin with his index finger.

"Give me a name, Jiulan Moli. How is it?" It was clearly a statement sentence in a forced tone, but he still carried an evil charm.Are you asking?Cheng Mo Jiuya raised her head, her blue water eyes examined the lazy man in front of her.Even if his aura is far stronger than his own.

She put aside his hand, lowered her eyelids, hiding the mockery and indifference in her eyes.Her vermilion lips parted lightly, and the clear and crisp voice that was as beautiful as pearls falling on the plate came out with the opening and closing of her lips and teeth.

"it is good."

Five years later--

It is still a pure and white castle, surrounded by marble coquettish blue enchantresses in groups, under the soft flower branches are sharp thorns.Roses, as always—beautiful but dangerous creatures.Just like the king in the night, he is known as the beautiful creature of the blood race.Aka, vampires.

The pure white princess dress set off the girl's immature face. The pale face was different from ordinary people, but it was unusually delicate and quiet.The soft long black hair is tied with a blue jasmine headband, and the faint fragrance of jasmine melts in the jasmine bushes.The dim light reflected the blood moon like jade, but the strange blue and red pupils shone like gems.

"Miss, Madam is calling you." The maid stood aside, not lacking in respect, but also gentle.

Jiulan Moli loosened Jasmine's fingers slightly, and smiled peacefully.The glass bottle held in her hand had already collected more than half of the jasmine petals, and she carefully handed over the bottle to the maid beside her with soft eyes.

"Xiaolan will keep it for me first, and I'll go see my mother."

After she finished speaking, she walked in slowly, holding up her skirt.Chengmo Jiuya's room is on the second floor, so she needs to go upstairs.She heard the slight sound of footsteps, looked up, and saw a black-haired woman in a blue dress standing by the fence with a gentle smile on her face.

"Mother."

Jiulan Moli saluted slightly, and stepped up to her side.Two almost similar faces faced each other, almost even the smile was the same.

Children who are only five years old also need to learn etiquette in the Chengmo family, not to mention that under the conditions of family marriage, Jiulan Moli will undoubtedly be another victim when he grows up.However, although restrained, the relationship between mother and daughter has not produced a gap.

Orange Mo Jiuya led her into the room, and hugged the young Jiu Lan Moli to the bed.Although Jiulan Moli didn't know what her mother meant, she obeyed obediently.

On the velvet bed was an exquisite gold-rimmed ancient book, and the large characters on the cover were presumably in English.Jiulan Moli showed surprise, reached out to pick up the book, and stroked it carefully.The weird jasmine pattern on the cover was a faint blood color, and the surrounding golden branches and leaves stretched out, forming a noble badge pattern around the central jasmine.

Jiu Lanmo's heart sank, judging from her memory since she was one year old, this should be a book.Among the blood clans, books that record forbidden techniques and unpublished histories are kept by the heirs of each family and collected in secret rooms.What my mother owns must be the diaper of the Chengmo family.

Suddenly, Orange Mo Jiuya held her right hand and pressed it on Jasmine. There was a tingling pain in her palm, and the blood with a sweet smell spread, flowed into the groove of Jasmine's pattern, and solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The jasmine seems to be blooming, and the enchanting blood color fascinates the eyes, but the blood in the body is still bleeding.There was darkness in front of Jiulan Moli's eyes, and she vaguely saw that Jasmine was like a beast devouring people, showing a strange smile.

Chapter [-]. The Taboo of Bloodlust

——The ancient scroll unfolded in front of my eyes, and the rose of the scorching world climbed onto the angel's wings.Hell is near.

The faint blue light reflected Jiulan Moli's slightly pale face, and there was something quietly released in the strange-colored pupils.She lowered her eyes, and such words appeared in her mind, as if the prophecies of the ancient times were indistinguishable.

Is this starry sky different?

Suddenly, the familiar warmth fell on her cheeks, and she came back to her senses, her mother was looking at her with soft eyes.The sweetness of blood gradually faded in the heavy air, and her hand had returned to its original shape, but the Jasmine on the book cover was dyed a strange crimson, as if it had been given life.

"Master?" She raised her head and placed the strange book in front of her mother, pretending to be puzzled.

Orange Mo Jiuya still kept silent, she looked out of the window intently, her black pupils were not stained by a trace of dust.

"It will be yours, Moli." The mother said suddenly, her eyes burst into bright light, like a painting of a bright starry sky.

"One day, you will break through this bondage instead of me. I will have to work hard for you in the future."

Jiulan Moli couldn't understand what she was saying. She curled up in her mother's arms, rubbing her forehead against her long hair.She was sleepy, too tired to support her heavy eyelids.Cheng Mo Jiuya hugged her and knelt on the bed.After a long time, she covered her long hair with Jiulan Moli, covering her face like a black waterfall.She didn't know what she was thinking, the warm hot water on the bedside cabinet emitted wisps of white mist and disappeared into the cold air.

In the next month, Moli never saw the thick book again.She is still young, and the pure blood energy in her blood is still dormant.Therefore, Orange Mo Jiuya did not allow her to leave the scope of the castle.The house was naturally deserted, so cold that it seemed that those attendants were indistinguishable from the air.

It was another quiet early summer, she stood quietly on the balcony, half of her body was hidden behind the exquisite carved railing, her long black hair reached her waist, against the clear eyes, she smiled brightly.Sensing the familiar aura in the woods from a distance, she opened her eyes wide and a smile appeared on her face.

The king of pure blood is the breath of the father.

The woman behind her suddenly wrapped her arms around her waist, picked her up, and disappeared in the shadows.For the first time, a deep coldness appeared in Chengmo Jiuya's soft eyes. She took out a silver chain from nowhere, and the deep blue rose quietly hung in the center of the chain, and the silver edges reflected around it seemed dim up.Her fingertips were cold, and her unmanicured nails lightly scratched the skin of Moli's neck. She passed the necklace through her hair and buckled it.