He didn't want her to become a low-level blood clan with no body temperature, a doll with pale skin like an eraser, he wanted her to be fresh, warm and fragrant.

I want her to be by his side forever, whether it is under the sun or the cold moon, she can accompany him.

After so many years of loneliness, he was tired of it.

Purple Hitomi turned her face and looked at him again.

"Beichen, do you love me?"

He stared at her purple eyes, "I don't know what love is, I just know that I want you to always be by my side, not betrayed, not leaving!" ”

The purple pupils raised their lips, and the smile was like a flower blooming at the corner of their lips, "Beichen, I promise." ”

Then, she pulled him towards her and kissed him on the lips.

Her kiss was unreserved.

Kissing her, he unceremoniously tore all the obstructive garments.

Kissing her, he gasped and picked her up and walked to the side of the bed to lay it down.

On the iron-framed bed covered with snow-white sheets, her long hair bloomed like a black lotus flower.

In the moonlight, her face was beautiful.

A pair of purple eyes looked at him so brightly.

He couldn't help himself, he just leaned down and hugged her body tightly.

……

……

In her suppressed voice, Beichen smelled the smell of blood, it was the smell of her blood, the blood of the holy virgin bloomed like a rose.

Kissing her with pity, his voice domineering and delightful.

"You belong only to me, Purple Pupil!"

"Yes, Beichen, I only belong to you, whether it is in the past life or in this life!"

She lifted her face slightly, letting him kiss her neck, just in time to look out the window.

He didn't close the curtains, outside the window, the silver moon was about to rise, and the moonlight was very bright, but despite this, the North Star in the northern sky was still bright and visible, as if it was accompanying the bright moon, so as not to be too lonely.

It was like an eye, looking at her gently.

……

……

In another city a few hundred kilometers away from the manor, Weiyang, who was standing by the window and watching the situation under the plane, suddenly squatted down.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Luo Jia sensed his strangeness and turned her face to ask.

"It's nothing, it's just ......" Weiyang took a deep breath and straightened up again, "suddenly a little ...... Distressed. ”

"Haven't you arrived yet?" At the back of the helicopter, a silver-haired man wearing dark lenses asked a little impatiently.

"It's coming." Weiyang looked at the lights of Wanjia under the helicopter again, "At nine o'clock, the empty factory building." ”

Luo Jia adjusted the helicopter, drew an arc in mid-air, flew over the factory, and landed the helicopter in the open space in a balanced manner.

In the factory, standing in front of the lathe, the young man with parts on the car looked sideways at the downing helicopter, and immediately withdrew his gaze and focused on the task at hand.

It's as if the work at hand is a big deal.

The helicopter hatch opened, and Weiyang was the first to jump down and glance at the young man standing in front of the precision lathe, he strode over, raised his foot and stepped on the electric switch on the ground.

When this guy is working, calling him by his name doesn't work, and the most straightforward way is to stop his machine.

"Night Weiyang!" The young man in front of the lathe stopped his movements, showing great dissatisfaction with the interruption of his work, raised his hand and took off the safety helmet on his head, his warm and handsome face with long eyebrows twisted, "From today onwards, you don't want to get any more weapons I made!" ”

Weiyang straightened up lazily, "Mengfusheng children's shoes, didn't you see that person was about to die?" ”

PS: That's it