vampire knight witch of thorns

Stacked, some turned into dust, but he just knelt down alone, hugging the girl who was lying on the ground.However, the girl's body glowed with a dazzling white light, and everything was no longer clear...

don't die...

open your eyes...

Yo...

Mito Yan endured the pain and retreated frequently. At this time, no matter how dull people are, they can probably recognize the situation.Jiulan Moli's bloody pupils seemed a little hollow, and his movements were relentless.Such a situation is obviously out of control, but it is extremely rare for a pure-blooded monarch with excellent self-control to encounter such a situation.The black-haired vampire was approaching. Mito Yan lowered his eyelids and looked around. It should have broken the restriction, but there were no pedestrians.

Her fingertips were cold and pale, but she controlled him effortlessly, and her fangs climbed onto the tender side of his neck.All that was left in her mind was a simple cognition of blood, she followed her consciousness and instinctively found a soft place to bite down on, followed by a low hum.The scorching heat in her throat was continuously hitting her brain, and even the fresh blood couldn't calm it down. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and decided to put aside those messy thoughts and have a good meal.But for Mito Yan, this is a disaster.Enduring the pain, he tried his best to push away Moli who was biting his neck, but the strength in his body kept losing, and it became difficult to move.

"Betrayed, desperate, human?"

The golden pupils occupied most of his sight, and the blood still slid down his neck and got into his collar.There was still a trace of blood on the girl's mouth, but her expression was terribly indifferent, as if she was a different person.

"Thanks to you, her consciousness has fallen into a nightmare." She stood up slowly, her voice dissipated in the wind, with a low warning, "Before then, take good care of this body. Don't let All previous efforts were for naught.”

Mito Yan was startled slightly, the gold color in front of her faded, and her body fell straight down.He hurriedly caught her, regardless of the wound on the side of the neck, gently pressed her artery, and heaved a sigh of relief.Fortunately, there is still breathing.

The gray floor tiles reflected an indifferent and pale figure. The man wrapped in a black coat lowered his hand, and the black box in front of him opened, and the silk thread wrapped in the purple mist spread from his fingertips, entwining the tired soul silently. .Under his feet was the earth with a rush of people, and the light of dawn never receded, but...he smiled softly.He really, has never been afraid of light...

The collar of the hurried young man in front of him was still stained with wet blood, and his eyes were clearly immature. He pressed on every step, and his eyes only fell directly on the haggard face of the unconscious girl.

"Give her to me." The man stretched out his hand to the immature boy.

Both he and Mito Yan have already seen the result.What is irresistible is the pair of purple pupils facing each other directly, like a spell attacking the depths of the soul, turning all resistance into bubbles.He took the first step involuntarily, struggling a little, but to no avail.The man raised his hand, protruding the silk thread from his fingertips, wrapped it loosely around the girl's body, and put it in his palm.With entangled hair, Mito Yan broke free from the void, and it was too late.

The wind lifted a corner of the black robe, revealing soft ink-colored hair.The man embraced the sleeping girl, looking down at him like a god.

"Humans, it is very unwise to intervene in the blood race."

"After all, even if you get out of this lady's trouble, you will not escape the fate of being hunted and killed by your fellow clan."

After saying this, the man raised his hand slightly, and the air vortex around him surrounded him, and his figure gradually faded away.

When Moli woke up, she could see the dark ceiling. She was randomly thrown in the huge space, and there was only a black coffin beside her.This is a very familiar place, and she stood up holding on to the edge that she could reach.The air was slightly chilly, and she pushed the coffin away in the darkness, the breath in the closed space froze instantly, and her body trembled uncontrollably.The woman in the coffin was sleeping quietly, like an exquisite doll, but she was already dead, and her breath should have dissipated.

"Are you surprised?" The immature voice came to her ears with the sound of pushing the door. The strange-colored pupils were as expected, and she lowered her eyelids slightly. It was not the man in front of her eyes.At this moment, there was a strange light on his face, and all his movements seemed unhurried.Even though he was disheveled, even a child could not restrain the familiar aura around him.He leaned forward in a forward position, lifting Moli's chin with his index finger.Facing each other again, the hatred in her eyes was enough to cool down, leaving only layers of ice, but the man with the same blood in front of her would always only have endless heat.

"I'm very similar to your mother, which disappoints me." He let her go suddenly and whispered.

"You don't deserve to mention her." Mo Li sneered.

The big hand above her head had already been pressed down, and she knew what she was about to face.Her head hurts, it seems that something sharp is penetrating into the depths of her consciousness, her eyes are blackened, the wounds on her body are completely numb, and her consciousness will fall into the abyss with difficulty.Jiulan Litu, who was still a child, stood on tiptoe, the black color of his fingertips became thicker and thicker, and the corners of his mouth were raised high, already showing an air of determination to win.

Yes, without accident, this body will soon change hands.

For the first time, Moli realized the irresistibility of fate, but she was helpless.In the dizziness, a bit of gold suddenly floated up from the darkness, like the only ray of sunshine in the darkness before dawn.She couldn't help but wanted to scream, but all the words were stuck in her throat, jerky and difficult to speak.The world in front of me is fragmented like a vortex and completely subverted...

Has it failed?

Jiulan Litu stood up expressionlessly, staring indifferently at the painfully curled up girl in front of him, the moment his consciousness touched it just now, it seemed that a little gold had completely forced him out of consciousness.She is still an ordinary girl, but her face is a little paler than before.He squatted down slowly again, brushing away the scattered hair on her face, revealing her bloodless face.It was clearly in complete pain, she closed her eyes tightly, her lips and teeth were tightly clenched, and some cold sweat was already falling on her forehead.He clasped her chin, his fingertips slowly revived from her cheeks, and suddenly let out a low laugh.

"My daughter?"

Standing behind him was a man in black robe who appeared at some unknown time, and the black hair fluttering could be vaguely seen slipping down from the brim of the hat, while the purple glow remained unchanged and deep.A pale hand protruded from the sleeve robe, and repeatedly moved the exquisite black box. In the soft inner mattress and the dim golden light, there was a pure white feather quietly placed, only the pure white feather tip It seems to be stained with ink, showing a little black, quiet and strange.

"This is our agreement." His voice was a little hoarse, but he could vaguely recognize the male voice that should have been nice in the past, but what is now suppressed by this voice is the invisible majesty. Although the words have no ups and downs, they can still be heard components of the threat.The childlike Jiulan Litu grinned silently and made a strange mouth shape.The man in black robe was still frozen and did not move, but seemed to be a little more indifferent.He moved his fingertips, and the purple mist gradually spread, wrapped around the sleeping girl's fingertips like a chain, and slipped into his sleeves.

"The second child should be here soon." The man in black said suddenly.

"Oh." Jiulan Litu smiled indifferently, "That child is much more obedient."

……

In the dense forest, surrounded by night, the slender figure of the young man staggered forward and finally fell down under the tree.Blood was slowly dripping from the crevices of his fingers covering the side of his neck, and against the backdrop of the night, his beautiful eyes were dyed with the mellow blood-colored fragrance like wine out of thin air.He let out a low gasp from his throat, unknowingly a thin shadow was covering his body.

"Where's the girl with you?"

He raised his head with difficulty, the noble boy in front of him was dressed in clean white clothes, his brows and eyes were slightly wrinkled.

Three Thirty-five Hearts

"Where's the girl with you?" The white-clothed boy looked down at him and said calmly.

Mito Yan looked at the young man in front of him, exuding a distinctive aura all over his body, probably the appearance of a nobleman in the blood clan.However, he has been suffocated by the scorching heat, and has no extra strength to think.The boy raised his hand slightly, rolled up his cuffs, exposed his wrist, and brought it to Mito Yan's mouth.Mito Yan could no longer control his thoughts. Without hesitation, the new fangs pierced his skin. The impact of blood made him slightly distracted. The new vampire factor was satisfied and gradually calmed down the restlessness.He re-examined the blood in front of him, even with such a handsome and elegant appearance, he couldn't hide the royal aura in his blood.At that moment, he had already determined that this was definitely a high-ranking pure-blood king.

Cannibalism has a short mouth, not to mention absorbing the blood of the pure blood king, Mito Yan was a little at a loss for a while.Suddenly, all the things that happened before were recalled in my mind, and my heart suddenly became cold.He shook his head without hesitation, refusing to answer the question.The boy leaned down, picked up his collar, and took a bite directly on the side of his neck.Mito Yan was grabbed by the wrist, unable to move, had to let the blood flow.

After a while, the young vampire left his neck gracefully, took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.His expression was obviously a little cold, as if anger was born in his heart.

Just as the young blood race was about to leave, he suddenly turned in Mito Yan's direction and stopped for a while.

"Although it is an accidental product, it still has value. If you don't want to fend for yourself here, hurry up and follow."

Mito Yan was taken aback for a moment, then stood up and followed the pace of the young blood race going away.

They got into Cheng Mojing's private car, and the driver was an ordinary blood race. After bowing slightly to the young man, they seemed to know their destination and went on their own way.