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The white mist was covered with frost and snow, and the ground was covered with blood-colored roses.

There is a golden coffin in the center of the rose. The coffin is open, and there is a living person lying there.

His cheeks were fair, as smooth as jade, with a luster like pearls.He was covered with a quilt made of silk, and white roses were embroidered on the quilt.

He blinked, as if a little impatient: "Didn't it be agreed that vampires will come on the night of the full moon? Don't these ancient guys know the importance of punctuality?"

Then, the vampires came.

The vampire walking in the mist was dressed in black and wrapped around his beautiful waist, and came to receive his sacrifice in a leisurely manner.

There is a living person lying in the coffin, and a dead person standing outside the coffin.

This scene is so funny.

The dead asked the living: "What are you thinking?"

The living said: "I'm thinking about NP problems."

The dead man said, "That's not a problem."

In an instant, the shadow of the bat turned in the fog reflecting the moonlight.

The dead man transformed into several identical figures.

The living person found that the "NP" he thought was different from what the other person thought.

But it seems too late.

Now to explain,

I'm afraid it's too late.

The moonlight slowly shone on the earth, and gradually sank.When the sun rose again, the warm sunlight shone on the earth, and the refreshing morning breeze blew away the moist mist.The vision among the trees suddenly became broad and clear.The man in the coffin woke up in the warm sunshine, opened his sleepy eyes, and was temporarily unable to regain consciousness.

He sat up slowly, and looked down at the silk quilt that had slipped off his body.

The roses embroidered on the quilt turned out to be red.

"I remember it was white..."

Can't handle that much anymore.

He dragged his strangely tired body back to the village.

The people in the village panicked when they saw him come back——

"The sacrifice we offered was returned?"

"He is already the most beautiful person in a hundred miles around!"

"What's the use of being beautiful? It's just a man!"

"I said earlier that I should give it to a girl!"

Known as "the most beautiful person in a hundred miles", he didn't have any thoughts, so he went back to his room to continue studying NP problems.

He was still quite calm after escaping from death.

On the other hand, the disturbing words of others gradually made him a little annoyed.

"Why was it returned?"

"Yes, why do vampires look down on him?"

"Maybe he is not beautiful enough!"

While he was resting his chin and thinking about the NP question, he also asked in his heart: "Did he not see me?"

He even asked the woman who often came to see him: "Am I not beautiful enough?"

The woman froze for a moment, and said, "No, you are the most beautiful man in the world!" After speaking, the woman presented a bouquet of white roses with her own hands.

The flower girl often gave him roses, saying that they were the leftovers from the daily sales, so she gave them to him for nothing.

He took the white rose and put it in the vase he usually used to grow flowers.When night fell, he finished a problem on the table, looked up again, and saw that the bouquet of roses in the vase on the windowsill had turned bright red.

He opened the window suspiciously, and a gust of wind blew in, carrying a special fragrance.

He frowned: "What kind of smell is this..."

There was fog outside the window, and there seemed to be someone in the fog, and he vaguely saw something.

And when the sun was high, he woke up in his bedroom.

Red rose petals were scattered around his pillow.

On weekdays, the first thing he does every morning must be to do the questions.But today, he forgot to do the problem and counted the petals by the bed.

He was kissed as many times as there are petals in the flower.

That's all.

He wants to make a statistic.

The sun rises and the moon sets, day after day.

Every night the rose turns red, and every morning the petals fall away.

—until the next full moon night.

The villagers chose another beauty to sacrifice, this time a girl.

They thought that maybe the soul of a vampire is relatively old, and it is still very traditional in that respect. Although the girl is not as good as this guy, she can still give it a try.

When the girl lay alone in the coffin, she couldn't help sobbing in fear.

He came to the girl and said, "I can take your place."

But the girl cried: "But you have been returned once!"

He said, "Then I will take my leave first."

"Oh, don't..." The girl quickly jumped up and grabbed him, "Thank you!"

Regardless of his reply, the girl just scrambled and ran away, leaving him where he was.

He lay down again in the golden coffin and fell into silent waiting.

When the moon rose to its highest point, the sound of bats sounded again, and the vampire came from the mist with a bouquet of roses.He sat up from the coffin and asked the vampire, "Why did you return me?"

The vampire laughed: "Do you know what happens to sacrifices that are not 'returned'?"

Confusedly recalling the past village history, he replied: "They didn't come back."

The vampire took his hand.

The vampire's hands were as cold as ice, and he couldn't help shivering when touched.

"They lost their lives." The vampire seemed to sigh, and led him into the depths of the jungle, "Are you willing to lose your life?"

He said: "The meaning of life is not in life itself."

The vampire nodded slightly, put the rose in his arms, and led him into a stone tomb deep in the twilight.

There is no word on the stone tomb, standing alone in a desolate place, looking desolate and pitiful.

"I'm lonely," said the vampire.

He shared his experience: "Then you can find more problems to do and solve them."

The vampire smiled: "You asked me why I returned you? Have you solved this problem?"

"No." He was confused.

"Because I don't want to take your life." The vampire's tone was gentle, like the evening wind blowing through a rose, "I want to take your soul."

At this moment, the vampire's eyes turned scarlet, and his white canine teeth were exposed, without the appearance of a gentleman.

As a mortal, he couldn't help feeling afraid and wanted to back away, but it was too late, the back of his head was clasped by the ice-cold palm, and he was forced to raise his neck to bear the pain of first embrace.

The voice of the vampire floated in his ears: "You already know where I am buried. Take the cross tomorrow morning, open my coffin, insert the cross into my heart, and you will be able to break this blood curse. Your neck The blood on your face will disappear, and you can continue to be mortal."

"What if not?" he asked dazedly.

"You know."

When the fog clears, the sun shines.

President Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, and was in a daze for a while.

vampire……

President Xuan got up from the bed and shook his head vigorously: "I'm dreaming."

He actually dreamed that he became a young boy who was sacrificed in a village and met a vampire—that's all, he always wanted to solve problems in his dreams, and he admired his professionalism.

"It's really strange, why do you have such a dream?" President Xuan sat up from the bed in doubt, and suddenly discovered an embarrassing fact.

He seemed to be having a dream like the boy in the dream.

President Xuan glanced at the G movie DVD sent by Du Manhuai on the table, and President Xuan thought: It seems that I really can't watch movies before going to bed.

He casually put the DVD back into the cabinet, and saw that the cover was a male actor dressed as a vampire, with a very attractive figure, the first thought that flashed in his mind was: This is good, but it's not as good as Qi Ye——

Huh?

President Xuan's hand paused.

Mr. Qi?

President Xuan's face is pale, why is it him?

It seems - the vampire in the dream just now is Master Qi?

It's really disregarding human relations and treason!

President Xuan wished to kneel in the ancestral hall, but suddenly remembered that Master Qi was not in his family tree.

Why dream of him?

President Xuan began to look for the reason.

He was looking for the reason while washing his underwear.

He didn't find any reason, but he heard the housekeeper calling him, saying that Master Qi was here.

President Xuan hurriedly put on fresh underwear, and went to meet Master Qi.

But when he looked at Lord Qi, President Xuan inevitably felt a little guilty.

Master Qi was wearing a black suit, and his demeanor and movements were very similar to the vampire in his dream.

President Xuan felt more and more weird.

But Master Qi naturally put his arms around President Xuan's shoulder, and asked him: "How are you doing recently? Are you feeling better?"

President Xuan smelled a familiar smell—it was the smell he was thinking about in his dream.The vampire in the dream is also this breath, mixed with the smell of tobacco, whiskey and leather, with a hint of male musk in it.

President Xuan wrinkled his nose.

Master Qi asked him, "What's wrong?"

President Xuan said: "Master Qi, you are very fragrant."

Sui Jiyun said: "You are more fragrant."

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