I didn't know you were such a vampire

This was the worst moment everyone had seen Qiao Ya lose her composure since they knew her.

She has always been elegant, neither humble nor overbearing, and even if she is deliberately made things difficult, she will laugh it off. Although she is the youngest present, she is the most stable. No one has ever seen her lose control of her emotions.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes were full of sorrow. Everyone looked at her mournful appearance, and turned their heads to look at Caius's tight lips. This is a grand and lingering love story comparable to "Homer's Epic".

For a while, the entire gazebo was silent, only the hoarse cicadas could be heard at the end of summer.

The wind rubbed the vines around the pavilion pillars and slipped into the pavilion, leaving shallow circles of traces on the surface of the wine in the glass.

Caius still pursed his lips, but there was a bit more surprise in his eyes that were usually full of hostility and impatience, and after a short surprise, he leaned on the armrest of the seat. He clenched his hand a little tighter.

This is, the sad look on Qiao Ya's face changed, and she smiled.The tears in the corners of her eyes were not dry yet, but her eyes were already narrowed with a smile, and the corners of the eyes were raised slightly: "Aonzo, Mr. Volturi didn't tell me not to stare at him."

Only then did everyone recover from the bloody romance story just now, and Aonzo said angrily: "Why don't you stare at him like I am?"

Qiao Ya picked up the fork that fell on the dining table, twirled it between her fingers, and said frankly, "I dare not."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Caius. At this time, Caius's expression had returned to normal. The hand that was originally resting on the armrest of the seat was on his knee. After Qiaoya looked at him, he also turned away. He turned his head and looked at Qiao Ya, his eyes were dark and murderous as usual.

Qiao Ya smiled at him, turned her head again, officially ended this little episode, and continued to tell the story of the bloody lady.

Different from the poignant love story of Ares, this extravagant, extravagant and glamorous Roman lady does not have any brilliance of humanity in her body. She insists that the blood of a beautiful girl can keep her young forever, so She brutally murdered those young girls from humble backgrounds, and often bathed in blood, so that her body smelled of blood all year round, so she was called the bloody lady.

Aonzo was probably frightened by Qiao Ya, and his reaction to this story was particularly strong. During Qiao Ya's telling the story, his hands were always clutching the corners of his clothes fiercely, his eyes were wide open, and his lips were tight. Tightly squeezed, like a taut lyre string.

At the end of the story, the bloody lady who had turned into a devil in the paranoia of blood was imprisoned by the army and died. After hearing that the originally beautiful lady turned into a dry corpse, Aonzo finally relaxed He came down, patted his chest, and gasped, "I'm very likely to be this woman as soon as I close my eyes tonight."

The others laughed and said, "Isn't it wonderful to have a beautiful woman in your dream tonight?"

Aangzuo said angrily, "What if the one who enters your dream is a femme fatale who gesticulates on your neck with a knife?"

Everyone burst into laughter, while Piero smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at Qiao Ya, and asked, "What story will Miss Qiao Ya tell tomorrow?"

Qiao Ya had already sat back on her seat, with her hands on her knees, smiling, quiet and gentle, not at all glaring at Aonzo viciously before, after hearing Piero's question, she smiled Shaking her head, she said, "I'm not going to tell a story tomorrow." As she spoke, she turned her head slightly, her gray-blue pupils slipped to the corners of her eye sockets, as if she was secretly observing the person sitting next to her, "I announce , Caius Volturi will take my laurels and be king tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, the smile on her face remained unchanged, but the expressions on the faces of the surrounding teenagers who were laughing at Aonzo were instantly stiff, and after a few seconds, everyone looked at her in horror .

Only Piero laughed and patted the table: "Great! The story of Caius must be very interesting!"

Keeping the smile on her face, she reached out and took off the laurel wreath on her head. The twigs and young leaves lifted up her golden hair. She put the laurel wreath on the table and lightly pointed towards Caius. After a slight push, his eyes also moved up, from his Adam's apple, to his chin, and then to his tightly pressed thin lips, and then stopped.

She can probably guess what this bad-tempered vampire hunter looks like at this moment.

After the day's club activities were over, these boys and girls were not as eager as usual to drive home early.After Piero heard that Gioia had come to Florence for a while but seldom went out, he proposed to take the two foreigners, the only two in the ten-member society, to visit Florence at night.

No one on Caius' side dared to provoke her, so most of them crowded around Joya, talking about the landmarks of Florence.

Qiao Ya was really ashamed to say that she often sneaked out to climb the roof at night to see the scenery, so she smiled and let the teenagers drag her up to Ponte Vecchio to see the sparkling river, and to Piazza della Signoria to see the bright lights.

It was night in Florence and the lights were on. The city did not quiet down quickly. On the wide stone streets, there were still many pedestrians coming and going. Women's high-soled shoes and men's boots stepped on the smooth stone road. Frequency, different strengths, one after another contradictory and harmonious music.

"This is the Ponte Vecchio. Have you ever read Dante? He met his first love, Beatrice, on the Ponte Vecchio after many years of wandering. The Divine Comedy."

"This is the Uffizi Palace, where Mr. Medici works."

"This is the Piazza della Signoria. Our major events in Florence will be held here. Of course, ahem, there are some things that are scary for a younger girl like you, so we won't go into details... ...On this side of the square is the Palazzo della Signoria, the residence of the Medici family. Yes, Piero wakes up from such an ancient and magnificent palace every morning."

"..."

Qiaoya usually climbed up to the roof of Totti's mansion alone, stood on the red ridge, and looked at the other side of the Arno River. The moonlight and lights complemented each other. It was a night she was familiar with and only belonged to her.And following this group of energetic teenagers and girls touring Florence, the word quiet was naturally thrown away, and it seemed that ten thousand cicadas were parked around her ears, screaming hoarsely.

However, this novel experience made her feel a night full of energy that was different from the past. Although she didn't say a few words the whole time, there was a smile on her lips and a glow in her eyes.

Piero listened to the introduction of his overly magnificent home. He straightened his waist and looked pale. After the other party finished the introduction, he coughed twice, cleared his throat, pointed in one direction, and said, "Miss Joya, Did you see that?"

Joya looked in the direction he was pointing at. The central area of ​​Florence was brightly lit, and she was the one who clearly saw the huge dome of the prototype protruding from the layers of roofs.

That is, the dome of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore.

When Aonzo saw Piero pointing there, he shook his head and said with disgust: "Piero is going to show off the big dome of his house again."

Piero didn't pay attention to Aonzo's words, but excitedly said to Qiao Ya: "Do you know when the foundation stone of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore was laid?"

Although Qiao Ya had heard about the largest church in Florence, she didn't know much about it. She thought about it and said, "It was more than 100 years ago."

Piero stretched out two fingers: "It is 200 years, and it will be 200 years."

Qiao Ya froze for a moment, blinked her eyes, then turned her head to look at the cathedral, and managed to see the ladders made of wood by the construction workers on the dome.

Yes, 200 years, the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore is still unfinished.