The muffled coughing sound resounded through the forest, and the sweet smell of blood wafted through the air, and after the cold fermentation, it was so charming. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Around the forest, there are vampires who smell blood and are excited to the point that their eyes glow, and the traction of the higher blood makes them involuntary and makes them crave!

The sharp fangs were the exposure of their extreme excitement, and the slender nails seemed to cut through the sky and cut through the flesh, which was the guidance of blood.

The blood clan has always lived on blood.

At this moment, they were crawling forward, the sweet smell of blood had penetrated into their souls, and they trembled uncontrollably, thirsting for hell.

Most of them are of lower blood, and they have no control over physiological traction.

The few who lingered outside the forest were slightly higher blood clans, and they struggled and did not dare to move forward.

How attractive the smell of blood was. It proves how high the ability of the owner of that blood is, they want to suck the higher blood, but they are also afraid of becoming someone else's blood for this!

It's just that, but in an instant, the smell of blood has eroded their reason, at this moment, the nature of the blood clan has made them lose their minds, only the most primitive desire leads them forward, and the dedication to blood is all they pursue in their lives.

……

Silent Sun's lowered eyes watched the movement around him, and then he forcibly resisted another surge of blood in his chest, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his lips, and raised his eyes to look at the crimson who was still standing straight in front of him.

At night, with snow in the background, her figure is a little ethereal.

"Why don't you leave?" Silent Sun said in a deep voice.

Crimson didn't answer, just looked at him like this, as if she wanted to look into his soul.

Silent Sun's eyes were silent, his thin lips were pursed, and the anger around him was getting thicker and thicker, as if he could hear the irrepressible bloodthirsty gasp.

And this woman in front of her, she doesn't kill herself, she doesn't save herself. It's just that you can appear in front of yourself at will.

He asked himself that his ability to see people was not bad for many years, but he couldn't read what she wanted to do.

Inexplicable questions, inexplicable attitudes, inexplicable feelings......

It's just that the firmness of her figure is like a bright light, piercing through all kinds of sameness and stubborn existence.

He doesn't understand......

A snowflake slid down on the brow, as if waking up the dreamer.

Crimson walked closer to the Silent Sun again, looked at the snow scattered on his shoulders, and raised his arm, but finally put it down.

"Do you like snow?" Crimson asked softly, her eyes wandering, not knowing what was brewing.

Another inexplicable question.

When it was close, the cold breath had already blown on his face, and the eyes of the silent sun were dark, making it impossible to read the meaning inside.

The corners of his thin lips moved slightly, and he spit out a short sentence.

"Love the house and the black."

That's what I liked......

The crimson eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and the little face that was originally full of sorrow also crept up with a clear smile.

Although this answer sounded so awkward and unpleasant, she didn't want to care about the metaphor of the 'house' at the moment.

"Come!"

Crimson stretched out her left hand and slowly handed it to the sun, the snow was falling all over the sky, and pieces of snowflakes fell on her palm, crystal clear, not melting at all.

The contrast between white and white is clear and thorough.

Silent Yang felt that this scene shook his eyes, and the memories that had not changed for thousands of years were always tapping on his eyes.

When I looked up, it was a woman dressed in white, and the crimson ribbon around her waist was stained white.

At the top of Cangyang Mountain, dressed in red.

Flowers bloom and fall, and martial arts move at dusk.

It's different after all......

Silent Yang no longer looked at her, letting the wind and snow cover the bare hand in front of him, and he didn't look at her anymore.

Standing up slowly, the silent sun waved towards crimson, stroked his sleeves, and flew towards the sky.

The forest was already ready to move, but the blood clans who were afraid of the crimson shock seemed to lose their minds in an instant, and they all flew towards the silent sun that was about to break through the branches.

A white robe swept by his side, bringing a light breeze, and his empty hands were covered with cold snowflakes at the moment, and his white fingertips trembled slightly, falling pale snowflakes.

Crimson looked up and saw that it was his unrelenting figure, the cold hem of his clothes cutting through the air like a sharp sword.

The instantaneous riot around him, like a violent factor, instantly filled the originally silent surroundings.

Crimson eyes closed lightly, opened suddenly, and in an instant, the anger around his body was fully revealed, the bloodthirsty fangs and sharp fingers cut through the air, and the slender figure instantly flew onto the branch crossed by the hem of the silent sun's clothes, and stood steadily.

There was a momentary pause in the crowd rushing around, but the next moment they flew even more violently.

Crimson turned her head to look at the silent sun standing on another branch, and then said softly, "Go!" ”

These rabble are nothing to her, but now Silent Yang has no extra energy to fight.

Looking at the now sloppy figure of Silent Yang, his crimson and blood-red eyes were dark, and then he turned back firmly and stopped looking at him.

The violent figures around him had formed a dense encirclement in an instant, and Silent Sun's eyes looked fixedly at the figure in the group of demons, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Sharp fingers cut through the air, slicing off flakes of snow, which were splattered red by blood.

Silent Sun staggered up, but was wrapped around his waist by a flying crimson water sleeve, and a strong force came from the other end, and his body instantly flew uncontrollably towards the distant sky.

The bloodthirsty people with teeth and claws in the night wind and snow forest were entangled, and the white figure that was surrounded by heavy layers loomed, and as the distance widened, it finally turned into a black dot, and it was no longer visible.

The neck of another blood clan was ruthlessly twisted, and Crimson looked back and looked up, where was the shadow of that person in the snowy night.

The ribbon around his waist had been wrapped around his body to send him away, and he was safe.

"Scared! ――”

Surrounded by blood-red eyes and hideous faces, the blood spilling everywhere had already blinded their eyes, and every time one died, many red-eyed bloods would rush over, devouring the blood, leaving only a skeleton of dry bones.

In the outer circle of the encirclement, there were slightly higher blood clans who were ready to attack, their eyes staring closely at the thin figure in the center of the encirclement, and a thought burst out in their hearts.

Eat her!

Eat her!

Such a nobleman, eating her and drinking her blood, it will be the proudest thing in this life for their bloodline, which is not noble!

The law of the jungle eats the strong, and there has never been a moral constraint for their blood clan. Although they are in awe of nobles of noble blood, if the blood in this mouth is not swallowed now, it will be a stain on the world!

At this moment, they were blinded by the delicious blood and higher status.

At the moment, what they want most is the sweet taste that wafts in the air to enter their mouths.

"Scared!"

A bunch of maniacs!