Where is she...... She stood on the familiar withered grass. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Not far away, there was a figure, she looked intently, and slowly approached.

There were three people there, standing, kneeling, lying.

Standing was an older boy, a new familiar face. He had shoulder-length silver hair, his eyes were closed, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, and his hands were also stained with blood.

Kneeling was him, the familiar white-haired boy, his eyes wide open, as if full of doubts about what he had seen. He hoped that what he saw was not true.

Lying down was a long-haired girl whose name was Tachibana. With his eyes closed, he wore the plain dress he wore when they first met. But instead of a few drops of blood, the skirt was stained with a large patch, red and bloody, covering the entire abdomen. There were two more frightening scratches on her white neck.

Asama reached out and shook Tachibana's hand, seeing that she was unresponsive. He slashed his left hand and slapped her face.

"Hey, I'm hurt......"

No response.

The silver-haired boy opened his eyes, a flash of remorse in his eyes.

"Asamai ......"

Asama didn't seem to hear anyone shouting at him, and he looked at Tachibana with a frown.

"Didn't I tell you not to come near me casually, look at you, what you have made yourself like. Wake up and go home. ”

"Asamay!"

The silver-haired boy grabbed Assameh by the collar and pulled Assameh up.

"She's dead!"

Asamai reached out and patted his hand away, looking at him coldly. "Who told you she was dead?" Assameh's sharp hand gripped the silver-haired boy's hand.

"Who let you touch her? Who gave you the guts to touch her? ”

The silver-haired boy listened and looked angry. He roared, "Guts? Don't forget, Asamai, I'm your brother. He shook off Assame's hand, put it to his mouth, licked the blood on it, and smiled triumphantly.

"It was her bad luck that hit me when I was bloodthirsty."

His movements instantly stimulated Assamee, who relentlessly reached out and kicked him hard in the lower abdomen.

With a muffled grunt, the boy clutched his stomach and stepped back. It wasn't over, and with red eyes open, Asama clenched his fist and slammed it into his face.

It's like a child fighting, but it's a one-sided beating. Asama sat on top of the boy, punch after punch.

It's the same vampire, and they all know that this way won't solve anything.

Asama is venting his anger, he is venting.

Tired, Asama got up. Rubbing his hands on his pants, he turned and walked towards Tachibana. Gently hugged her sideways, with a cold face.

"After you learn a lesson this time, you won't be near me in the future."

Of course, he didn't get the response he wanted. Looking ahead, he walked slowly.

Gray Plains witnessed this, and she clutched her chest. Since when, she has been in a lot of pain here, and why it hurts, even she doesn't know.

This is the fourth time, and the memories that are important to him are almost all painful memories?

No one saw it, the silver-haired boy who was silently beaten half sat up, wiped the wound on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely fierce, full of murderous intent.