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Clenched tightly, grasping the corner of the table firmly.No one chooses to be a protege.No matter how secretive it was, she could still read it from their expressions. It was a tight web of helplessness and determination.Why must it be protected?

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and the dinner plate and decorations in front of her were suddenly stained with a deep layer of blood. She stretched out her hand in horror, and the dinner plate fell to the ground with a clang, and scattered bread crumbs fell to her feet.She supported her head with one hand, and couldn't stop the dizziness and pain. There was a burning sensation from her limbs, and the emptiness in her body stimulated her eardrums one after another.

"Ah—" She hugged her head and curled up in the corner, shaking uncontrollably all over her body.Every cell in the body is hot and cold, and at the same time bears unspeakable pain.She clutched the hem of her clothes, panting with difficulty, no one knew her pain, not even herself knew the source.The blood-stained woman kept appearing in her mind, and every moment was filled with chaotic primitiveness that stimulated her nerves.

The door was quietly pushed open, and a man in black with an expressionless face appeared at the door. He walked quickly to the girl who was curled up in pain, and touched the back of her neck with his fingers. The black lord You Ji passed out quickly and completely.He squatted down, and only his indifferent purple eyes were exposed under the black mask. He held her face, took out a small glass tube from his arms, and carefully poured the purple liquid down the corner of her mouth.After finishing these, he put the black lord Yuki in a natural coma posture, and quietly exited the room.Everything is still intact, as if no one has ever set foot on it.

But at this moment, in the room of the night, it is obviously not so peaceful.Except for Jiulan Moli and Lan Tangying who went out, the remaining blood clans have all been gathered.Jiu Lanshu still stayed in his bedroom, the remnant chess pieces on the table had not been moved, he rested his chin, obviously thinking about something.There was a knock on the door, a Takuma looked around, went straight into the bedroom, and closed the door.

"Shu, Lord Cheng Mojing is about to arrive at the Black Master Academy." His face was clearly worried.

Jiu Lanshu didn't speak, and wore an airtight black coat, as if his own thoughts were difficult to answer.He lowered his eyes, picked up the last white queen who was scattered outside the chessboard, and hung it low in the air.Suddenly, a piece of chessboard is placed, and the situation on both sides has become a puzzle.The faint cold wind poured into the hem of his clothes uninterruptedly, and he was silently arranging the chessboard, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"The White Queen has returned, and the pieces for this game of chess are finally assembled."

A Tuoma stood beside him, watching the distant snow falling into the woods on the hilltop.He couldn't figure out what his friend was thinking, and he also knew that his position had long been unclear.Emerald's eyes glowed faintly, he seemed to have made some decision, and suddenly said: "Next, what should we do?"

"Since someone can't wait to start this game, it's better to realize his wish." After saying that, he put down the chess pieces in his hand, pushed the door and went out.A Tuoma watched with downcast eyes, the ions on the chessboard had all returned to their positions, and the two games were already mixed.Following in the footsteps of Jiu Lanshu, he stepped into the darkness that had arrived.

At this time, it was a difficult time for the black lord You Ji. When she woke up from the coma, the restlessness in her body had not been relieved, and on the contrary, it had increased.She leaned on the wall and barely stood up. There was no change in the house, but her memory vaguely told what had happened.From the outline of her own outline in the mirror, her eye sockets became more and more moist.Standing in the mirror, she has messy light brown long hair, and the blood in her pupils is almost overflowing. Only the clean white pajamas on her body can prove her previous existence.

"Mother..." She opened her lips softly, and a similar look was reflected in her slightly narrowed blood-colored pupils. After ten years of longing and pain, she finally broke her deep sleep and woke up quietly.The deep bond of blood has provoked two changes, and the blood-stained royal girl is no longer pure.Without saying much, the young man who used to accompany him day and night has rushed into the house with anger.She turned around a little bit, and the calmness on the corners of her lips finally turned into a wordless smile.The broken lampshade opened an invisible barrier between the two, and she looked into the other's surprised eyes, looking into herself in the other's eyes.The bright blood pupils are full of newborn desire, mixed with a touch of purple, and the slender blood vessels on the neck are clearly visible.What connects the beating heart is blood...

She took two quick steps back, closed her eyes slightly, and stopped the clamor in her heart.What came oncoming was a cold muzzle.Cone Shengling's hands were still shaking, or his mind was in a state of confusion.When the girl from his childhood sweetheart suddenly turned into a pure-blood breath, he himself was in a mess.

"Who made you..." Before he finished speaking, the clear female voice had already exploded in his ears.

"It's me." The girl said calmly, her words were almost ice-cold.She was still suppressing the bloodthirsty agitation in her body, but she had to deal with him.The overflowing force squeezed the window, and the glass shattered in unison. There was a wry smile on her lips, and she staggered back two steps, her eyes full of helplessness. "It's my fault..." She suppressed sobs in her voice, tears ran down her cheeks and stained her skirt.

"I lied to you. Don't hate me, Zero..."

She looked at him with a smile, her eyes full of apology.Cone Shengling opened his mouth slightly, and was about to speak.However, the girl in front of her pushed open the window with one hand and propped herself on the window sill, her body has disappeared into the window nimbly like a swallow.

I don't know when, the grassland has been completely covered by the snow, and the breath of pure blood flows into the air, passes through the snow, and enters the nostrils of the blood race in the Liao of the Night.

In front of the dark gate, a young man dressed in white came with an umbrella, as gentle as when we first met.He raised his hand to receive the cold snowdrops, his warm eyebrows and eyes were filled with a touch of worry, as if he came from the scene of ink painting.The trace of coming has disappeared, and the soft black hair conceals the silent coldness in his eyes.He raised his head, and the black-clothed figure in front of him finally took off his mask.The cold wind blew up the snow and raised his sleeves. His soft purple eyes contained a faint smile and alienation. The familiar person who finally caught his eyes raised his palm, and the black feathers scattered, revealing the silver saint. sword.

Si Shi San · Stranger

Behind him is a gradually hazy purple, separating the entire Black Master Academy.The glass-like purple pupils are bright and deep, and when the ink-like hair falls on the eyelids, what is reflected in the pupils is the light of the sterling silver holy sword in his hand.The black flames from Orange Jasmine's fingertips have already poured out, drawing a cloud and mist shape, surrounding the whole body, and the purple mist was decomposed by transpiration, and quietly collapsed from around him.His eyes passed through the condensed purple mist and fell into the eyes of the other party, like eternal ice.

"I'm really sorry, although you were my master in name, I will never let you disturb the progress of the game."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, his gestures were polite, and he didn't do anything offensive.If you look closely, you can see in detail that the holy sword he held in his hand was covered with a thin layer of gray light, covering all the sharp edges.

With a slight glint in her eyes, Cheng Mojing put down the handle of the umbrella in her hand and stood there quietly without moving.But the purple mist couldn't penetrate his body. The dark flames around him wrapped around his fingertips like a strange snake quietly probing the letter.

"How did you get her holy sword?" He frowned slightly, and took a step forward with his long legs. The purple mist around him followed closely, and the icy flames did not leave his body.

A low laugh came from the man's throat, and he slowly raised his hand, and the purple mist wrapped around his fingertips, spreading gently and slowly.His voice passed through the space faintly, as if they were separated by a long distance. He stood on the slippery road, and there was only a cloud of purple in front of his eyes, wrapping people into a huge cocoon.

"Although you cannot be completely wiped out, it is not a problem to restrict your actions through your heart. After all, she is your weakness. Even if you die for a thousand years, only a broken sword remains, it can still affect your mind. "

He put away the holy sword, heard that there was no sound in the cocoon, waved the cocoon casually, and the cocoon disappeared completely from sight.

"When you wake up, whether it is Yolanda or Jiulan Moli, you will lose it forever."

His voice faintly diffused in the air, his emotionless purple eyes turned into strange vertical pupils, and endless black feathers fell from his body until his figure disappeared without a trace.

The falling snowflakes drowned the land here silently, cleaning the battlefield without gunpowder smoke spotless.The red-haired young man stood in the snow, and the blood-colored long whip pierced the girl not far away with his fingertips. Everything was going on quietly.Above the roof, the low building was unobstructed. The girl in white lowered her eyebrows and eyes, and the thin snow fell on her slightly curled eyelashes, as if she didn't feel it.Her eyes were filled with lifeless blood, and the flaps of her clothes fluttered gently with the wind, while the blood-colored threads under her feet wandered in vain, forming a six-pointed formation, and she murmured language, reciting obscure mantras.She raised her hand slowly and lifelessly, as if drawing a huge and gorgeous pattern in the air, a magnificent six-pointed circle loomed over the entire academy, moving down slowly, including the entire academy.The silent purple in her eyes was flowing, as if cold spring water was pouring into the blank mind little by little.The low-pitched singing of the holy city could be faintly heard in her ears, and the nightmare of devils and magma tumbling emerged. She was intoxicated and confused, and a voice called in a low voice in her heart.

Suddenly, the wind blew up, her spell was forcibly interrupted, her slightly closed eyes opened slightly, and the cold blood dominated her consciousness.The person on the opposite side looked like a teenager, wrapped in a black coat, in the bottom of her heart