vampire knight witch of thorns

The young king in the clothes, still holding the scarred girl in his arms.

They rushed here because they heard the commotion in the underground, but they happened to run into Cheng Mojing who had walked out of the basement, and his face seemed very ugly.Yi Weng shrank his neck quietly, a little speechless.As far as the matter is concerned, he is indeed an accomplice, and there is no room for defense at all.At this moment, he only hoped that the lord could look at the face of the Senate and let him go, but this was obviously unlikely.

"I thought there were still some elders in the senate who could distinguish right from wrong, but now, Yiweng, you let me down." The boy's eyes showed a depth that didn't match his age, and his words were low, faintly releasing the majesty of pure blood.Yiweng knew that his words contained restrained anger, so he didn't dare to answer, so he stood with his head down, but his emerald green eyes hidden in the shadows concealed his unwillingness and anger.

"I said a long time ago, don't try to control pure-bloods. Besides, it's the most unwise to seek skin from a tiger." After saying this, he turned and left, leaving only the elder president with a confused expression.

After a while, Yiweng covered his mouth with one hand and coughed softly. He spread his palms, his eyes were bright red.

It didn't take much time to go back to Chengmo's home, but because of the urgent need for medical treatment, the journey was much longer.Cheng Mojing took Moli upstairs, but Mito Yan was ordered not to go with her.He walked around the hall in a bored manner. The second floor was full of noisy footsteps, obviously all maids carrying dishes.Originally rejecting an environment full of blood races, Mito Yan hesitated for a moment, then stepped up to leave, when suddenly a cold male voice came from behind.

"Hunter, the master is calling you." With a tone of contempt, Mito Yan raised his head and saw the blood clan waiter's eyes were full of disgust.He froze for a moment, and suddenly understood something.Ignoring the waiter's malice, he went upstairs.Cheng Mojing was waiting for him in an empty room.

He pushed open the half-closed door, and the young man in white stood by the window, without any of the lazy luxury he had seen before.His whole body was full of cold and noble aura, dressed in white, holding a goblet full of blood in his slender hands.Cheng Mojing turned around upon hearing the sound, her handsome face was still surrounded by a touch of alienation.

"Sit down, Mito." He leaned over and put the goblet gently on the table, looked straight at Mito Yan sitting on the sofa, crossed his fingers, and suddenly felt a bit soft in his words, but it made Mito Yan shudder .He pushed the goblet in front of Mito Yan, and the blood-red liquid in the glass was flowing, shining with a crystal and seductive luster.Mito Yan looked at him puzzled.

"This is her wish." He changed his subject, "Drink this cup of blood, and you will become a true blood, otherwise, you will fall."

Hearing this, Mito Yan's eyes gradually became dignified.He slowly took the goblet with a low wry smile on his lips.He suddenly remembered what the man in black had said to Mo Li when he kidnapped Mo Li that day.Even so, he would devour the fruit he planted without hesitation.this is life……

The luscious pure brew flows from the throat to the limbs, completely perfecting the connection of the soul.He was still holding an empty goblet in his hand, and the blood in his eyes had swallowed the original sunlight.

……

She stood on the ground where the corpses piled up, like a transparent soul, unable to affect anyone.She watched the vampires and humans kill and die time and time again.The rise and fall of the city is like an unstoppable game, repeated over and over again.And on the dark and cold throne, the man in black and fine clothes sat quietly on the throne, stained with the blood of his compatriots.His fingers are like the most dexterous baton in the world, controlling life and death.A hundred years of loneliness tortured him until he stood at the top of the royal city, overlooking his own empire.Whose dynasty does this belong to, he seems to be at a loss.Moli silently followed behind him, as if she was constantly reincarnated in his life experience, repeating those killings and wars.The space hundreds of feet in front of him suddenly distorted, and a pure white figure appeared. That figure was wrapped in light and shadow, and the whole body was full of low-pitched singing, reciting the last eulogy.

—You chose death.

—You are running counter to your beliefs.

——You violated the covenant with God.

Who is angry, who is sad?Everything is turned into dust in the silent wind.

God said he created the heavens and the earth.

God said that Cain was guilty.

God said that the blood race was sentenced to never see the light and live in endless darkness.

He raised his head and let out a low sigh.Moli seemed to be attracted and walked forward.She walked into the abyss, and everything became dark.A thick purple smoke shrouded the area, and she struggled to find her way, but she still couldn't find her way back.There is no light, no life, and no creation.

--You came.

A deep voice called.

—You must wake up.

Who is warning?

——This world is about to collapse, why should we immerse ourselves in illusion?

Thinking of different voices together, she hugged her head in pain until there was only humming in her ears.Her body is disintegrating, her will is disintegrating, her destiny is disintegrating.

——Aren’t you afraid even of death?

The last voice sounded, deafening.

——Yes, I would like to trade death for a chance.I won't regret it.

The clear girl's voice sounded, not loud, but firm.That is the oath, and it is also the key to breaking the nightmare.Everything was disintegrating, her consciousness sank into darkness, accompanied by endless pieces of bright glass, falling, settling, and disappearing together...

In the end, only a hazy white light was left in front of her eyes, and the boy's gentle eyebrows and eyes were gradually clearly defined.He gently held her hand and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

"Are you still uncomfortable?" He asked softly.

"I seem to have had a long, long dream." In the dream, I went back to the past.In my dream, I saw...

She looked confused, as if she was not awake yet.

He took her hand and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Don't indulge anymore, after all, I've waited too long."

She didn't know who was sighing silently, but she only knew that at this moment, she was in his arms, as if she had touched the only sunshine in the darkness.

Thirty-seven·Return

Unconsciously, it has entered autumn, and the blue sky is still clear and flawless, like jasper emerging from the water.Looking at the blue color on the dip, it spreads like an ink painting until it meets the nine-curved ileum that extends to the horizon.For the Black Master Academy, this is a long time mark.Once upon a time, when the youths in the daytime department were immersed in the wonderful atmosphere of the banquet, the silver gun of the hunter pointed at the mysteriously dead Sakura girl, and the disappearance of the students from the daytime department and the nighttime department all pointed to the nightmare.

The boy in the black suit and school uniform sat up in a daze under the thick shade of a tree, his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.He brushed the fallen flowers from the top of his hair, lowered his eyes and silently wiped off the dust from his cuffs.Every time the nightmare haunts him, he will feel the fear of being alive after the catastrophe. If that person hadn't appeared at that time, things might not have developed like this.He shook his head, trying to drive the messy thoughts out of his mind.In the distant time, the short-haired girl walking in small steps has broken sunlight in her agile eyes, and a reproach-like annoyance in the corner of her mouth.

Before you know it, the flowers bloom and fall, and it has been a year.

"Mr. Ling, you are hiding here alone and not on duty!"

The girl put her hands on her waist, raised her willow eyebrows, and pointed at him as a reproach.Her height is slightly taller, but she is still a head shorter than Zhui Shengling, so she is unavoidably weak.The silver-haired boy quietly bent his lips, but he didn't show anything. He only pretended to be impatient, resting his hands on the back of his head, and deliberately closed his eyes.The shadow of the leaves gently kissed his eyelids, and occasionally a few spots of light flickered past as if frightened, making the young man's slightly pale and delicate face even more serene.The girl pursed her lips slightly, feeling a little embarrassed suddenly, and a slight warmth appeared on her face.

Well, Mr. Ling was born, why is he so good-looking?

As if feeling the girl's substantive gaze, Zhui Sheng opened his eyes impatiently, turned over from the root of the tree neatly, his short silver hair brushed over his eyebrows, revealing his light purple pupils.If it weren't for his natural disposition to treat others colder, I'm afraid those girls who are fascinated by the night part will also be fascinated by him.It's a pity, the girl sighed for him from the bottom of her heart, but she didn't know that the boy didn't have such thoughts at all.

"I remember that Yue Li also disappeared for a long time." Unable to bear his scorching gaze, she subconsciously changed the subject, but Zhuo Shengling turned her eyes away and didn't reply.The black lord You Ji's eyes darkened slightly, a little helpless appeared on her face.

"Maybe it's not what you think it is."

"But things have already happened, haven't they?" He said jerky, "It's useless to blame anyone now." What's more, that person has completely disappeared.

The mist in the sky covered most of the mountain, and the end of the vision seemed to be misty again.He straightened up, and the petals brushed against the corners of his lips in the cool autumn wind, suppressing a bit of gloom.The sunlight shattered in the eyes, like a fleeting firework.

The night department, which was closed during the day, ushered in new guests. When Lan Tangying dismissed another group of agents who came to advertise, and was lazily yawning and planning to go back to sleep, the black door was suddenly blocked by an unidentified person. Slowly pushed away with light but not heavy force.He opened his eyes wide, his pupils were full of astonishment, he tilted his hand and spilled half a glass of milk.

"Cheng...Master Cheng Mo?"

The person who came was still dressed in white clothes, but the soft black hair grew a little, softly attached to the back of his neck, and he carried a light blue lady's suitcase in his hand very gentlemanly.Behind him, followed closely a girl in a blue skirt, curly long black hair cascading down, beautiful blue pupils