"The first time I saw you, I thought you were Short. Kai'Sa rolled her blue eyes and looked at Deya, "But as soon as I said it, I realized it wasn't right, because Short had been dead for a long time. She lowered her head again, a little depressed, and pursed her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something more, but in the end she did not speak.

Deya looked away, her thumb and forefinger twisting in her habitual thoughts, guessing what Kai'Sa was thinking. What she wanted to say was the reason for her death, because Shanna must not be very old.

A few strands of brown hair blocked Shanna's eyes, and Deya wanted to brush it away, "When you saw me, you thought the same way?" The words had already come out, and her mood stabilized a little.

Shanna didn't bother to listen to the conversation between the two, only caring about the delicate texture of the wooden table. When the low and deep voice sounded, as soon as she looked up, she crashed into Deya's pale gray eyes like morning mist, which were thin eyes, translucent and clear.

"Nope. With that, she stood up and walked to the stove in the distance. Shanna's cheeks were slightly hot, and she wanted to take the opportunity to sober up.

The rich smell of milk came to her face, and she quickly set up the bread and sweet soup, and the clatter of knives and forks rang out unusually clearly in Shanna's head. Although he deliberately ignored Deya's existence, he was still attracted by his deep eyes.

Shanna did not forget such an illogical appearance. If they are caught by the Church in a civilian area sheltered by God, they will be burned to death without question. Now, though, as long as Deya doesn't kill herself and Kaisha, anything will be at peace.

When the plate was brought to the table, Kai'Sa looked excited, "Today I went to Merlin's house, and I heard from them that the price of milk and fruit should be lowered, so that I can eat this kind of bread every day!"

Shanna glanced at Deya, and before she could see the non-existent contempt in his eyes, she lowered her head. Sighing helplessly, he stroked Kaisha's blonde hair, "That's great." ”

Deya looked at the somewhat browned bread and slightly cut a small slice into her mouth. Maybe it tasted good, Shanna could clearly feel the faint flickering in his eyes, mixed with joy.

"And," Kai'Sa said after pausing to eat her bread, "and they said that the runes of the castle on the outskirts of the city had been destroyed, and that they were going to seal it again." She took a sip of sweet soup and said, "It's just a lie to say that it is a seal blood clan." Now there was nothing to do, but they got together to discuss it. And who will go to that kind of place, aren't those cultists afraid? ”

Shanna's mouth suddenly stopped chewing on the bread, and she froze for a moment in front of the whitely washed dishes, then slowly raised her head. Deya's eyes lit up with a dark red color, and the unknown meaning sank into her eyes. The suppressed anger seemed to be waiting for the next sentence to be triggered.

Shanna thought about the essence of the problem, and after swallowing the mouthful of bread in fear, she quickly turned her head to face Kaisha, who was immersed in cutting bread, "Don't say such things at the dinner table, do you still want to have nightmares at night..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a "bang", which was the sound of the door being slammed shut. Shanna trembled and gasped for air, frightened and unable to forget the resentment in Deya's eyes.

"Kaisha... You have to keep the door closed at night no matter what, and don't come out if you hear anything, understand?" Shanna admonished uneasily, not sure if she was deceiving herself.

Kai'Sa looked at her sister's side face, continued to nibble on some dry bread, and said perfunctory words first, before she had time to discern whether Shanna's words were weird or not, "Got it." ”

She pondered the true feelings in her words, and normal people could hear the disrespect in her tone, and Deya couldn't be unclear.

Now I feel a little sorry to think of this commoner who was rescued by my sister to surrender to the church like this, and I can't get used to all disrespectful remarks. After all, Deya was someone similar to Short, and she thought he could stay with them.

Kai'Sa sighed inwardly, forget it, he won't come back. Deya didn't even have time to respond to Shanna's panic when she rushed out. When he fled, he broke free from the suppression of those silver objects engraved with runes, which greatly depleted his abilities, but there was no problem with resting for a while.

But he had forgotten the power in the hands of those damned believers, the ability to sense the lifting of the seal. Deya believed that it would not be long before the so-called followers of the Holy Mandate would find him.

Deya walks aimlessly down the street. Fruit vendors also put away their wooden crates to cover up their bright colors and cut off the sweet taste that causes insects and flies to come and go.

It occurred to him that Kaisha's words were not a temptation to him hundreds of years ago. But now it's enough to smell it. After a hundred years of captivity, he knows too well what it means to be satisfied.

It was slowly getting dark, and the clouds in the distance were still rolling, skimming over the chimneys of red bricks, neatly knotted, and skimmed again. The wind is a bit strong, and the clouds are moving faster and faster.

Deya was still standing in the middle of the road.

The passers-by didn't have time to kindly remind him that he was going home soon, it was going to rain. He just hurried past him.

Deya closed her eyes, perhaps only at this moment, could she forget her identity. It's been a long time since I've felt the rain, and I miss the cold touch and let go of my burning heart. He was going to wait quietly.

Shanna looked at the sky, gave Kai'Sa a few more words, and walked upstairs to collect her clothes. The roof was windy, and the sun-dried skirt was fluttering. She grabbed it immediately, removed the clip, and placed it on her arm. When she collected all the clothes in front of her, she saw the only person standing on the street.

The black slender figure, she accidentally found that it was Deya. He didn't go far, and although she hadn't heard anything about him directly from Deya, she had guessed it.

The reason why the seal was lifted was because Deya escaped.

The rain had already fallen, and there was a sound of slamming against the windows. Shanna hurriedly ran back to the house to put away her clothes, and after closing the closet, she turned around. There was a window in front of me, and it was the same rainy day as it had been when Short existed. The congregants gathered around him with crosses and recited prayers that were useless.

Shanna took a deep breath and returned to the roof with her umbrella. His eyes were fixed on Deya, but he couldn't understand what he was thinking in his heart. Is he also complaining?

It's an instantaneous thing, it doesn't have a gradual process, it pours directly. Deya stood there, motionless. The rain drenched his hair, as well as his thin clothes, and the water pooled down his face to his chin and dripped down his chest. The eyelashes fluttered slightly, but the eyes were still looking into the distance.

A black cat walked up to him slowly, its pale yellow pupils glowing with curiosity. The cat's fur drooped, with some embarrassed gestures. Deya crouched down and stretched out her finger to draw a symbol in the air. The cat stopped abruptly, took a step back, then bared its teeth and barked in a menacing pose.

Deya laughed suddenly, and just now he had just told it that he was a Blood, and it was so scared that it was about to demonstrate. The loneliness flowing in his eyes seems to be the same color as the sky. It is very heavy and less difficult to dissolve. He exhaled and looked up at the sky.

I clearly remember that the chase and killing that day also happened on such a rainy day. He thought it was good, so that human blood could be washed away by the rain without reservation. Their own faults will also be "pretended" to be wiped out.

But he wasn't wrong, and to this day, he still thinks so. He was covered in blood, and the ground was covered with human bodies, and behind him were worshippers with silverware.

Greedy humans always think that the Bloods will steal everything from them, but in fact, the Bloods do not bother to fight with humans like a trick. God's punishment of Cain was nothing more than an element of contempt.

He suddenly clenched his fists, and under his pale skin, the cyan tendons were faintly purple. Then he let go of his hand, and no amount of memories were in the past. Now that he has escaped, he never wants to go back.

They always thought that the Bloods should stay in a dark and damp place, but they didn't know that such a place was also difficult for him. The cold of the temperature invaded his body, but his heart was beating hot. Human self-righteousness can never be punished.

Lowering his head, panting rapidly, his body was weak and raining, and he didn't know if he could recover.

Suddenly, a black shadow overshadowed him.

The dark shoe stopped in front of him, and it was a woman. Deya looked up, and Shanna's face met his eyes. Shanna looked at him and silently sent the umbrella in his direction.

She didn't know why she ran out, or if she believed that kindness was doing the trick. Seeing him in the rain, his heart was a little anxious.

Deya smiled, the corners of her mouth hooked, her eyes narrowed slightly, showing a very flirtatious meaning, as if she was examining Shanna. But that was her first delusion, and then Shanna felt the mockery, not at her, but at Deya herself.

The corners of the mouth are particularly sharp, some like metal knives, glowing with a unique light, which is terrifying. She didn't know why Deya was laughing like that, and her hands couldn't help but tremble.

Deya looked at the black cat still in front of him, his eyes swelling with dark red, and then he stuck out his tongue and licked it symbolically on his fangs. The cat let out a terrible cry and quickly fled to Deya's side.

He stood up and grabbed Shanna's umbrella hand, the warmth of his skin soothing his senses.

"You—" Shanna was annoyed, trying to break away from his unrealistically cold, even piercing hands, but he gripped them tighter and tighter. The indifference in his eyes was still deepening, and although it was dark red, it was especially chilling. As if warning Shanna to struggle, he kept his face silent and speechless.

De Ya pondered the limits of her patience. But Shanna gave up and didn't want to get rid of it anymore. Just as she stopped struggling, Deya let go of her hand and bit her lip with a frown. Then, suddenly, it seemed as if something came to him

De Ya pondered the limits of her patience. But Shanna gave up and didn't want to get rid of it anymore. Just as she stopped struggling, Deya let go of her hand and bit her lip with a frown. Then, suddenly, as if he had thought of something, there was cunning in his eyes.

He took a step closer, put his hands on Shanna's shoulders, and wrapped them around her neck, "How did you come out to me?" he leaned closer to her, his forehead against his forehead, and his breath fell gently and forcefully on Shanna's face.

Shanna panicked, her face burning again. When I lowered my eyes, I saw Deya's lips, with the bright colors of fresh strawberries on the market. It opened and closed slightly, whispering, then approaching, kissing her on the lips. However, the movements are so subtle that they are difficult to detect.

Shanna clearly felt that her breathing was disordered, and she was dragged and controlled by Deya, and it seemed that if she turned her head slightly, she would collide with those two lip flaps, and then fall into endless dreams.

"Sympathy?" he spoke, but Shanna seemed to be woken up by cold water, and the indifference contained in her tone made her whole body startled. "It's not. She replied quickly, then took a step back. She suddenly realized that she shouldn't have expectations from the Bloodline. They have no regard for human life, and their own casual unhappiness can kill people.

Deya had anticipated her reaction and jerked her into her arms. Shanna felt like her heart was about to skip out, Deya's skin pressed against hers, and the powerful rhythm kept ringing. Deya buried it in her neck, and the fragrance entered his nose again. Sniffing almost greedily, slowly relaxing.

"Is that pity?" the playful words rang in Shanna's ears, which were already red and still hot. She tried to push Deya away, but Shanna hung her hands limply when her hands touched his thin clothing, outlining his body. The ears and face were reddened a few more degrees.

Deya didn't hear her respond, feeling the force on her body become smaller, so she stuck out her tongue and licked her neck. The fangs cut through the delicate skin, but they didn't try to puncture it. Shanna suddenly stiffened, knowing that she might be going to die, though she was reluctant to admit it.

She hoped that after her death, God would forgive her for her sins for the sake of the last person left with Kaisha. And Deya, she hopes he will let Kai'Sa go, she's just a child who doesn't understand anything.

However, Deya didn't move again, he closed his eyes, a little tired, although Shanna in his arms kept shaking with fear, he didn't get angry, "Don't move... Let me lean on for a while......" Deya's tone was weak, and some upturned endings made Shanna feel ambiguous.

Time kept passing, the rain in the sky became lighter, and when a drop hit the umbrella, it sounded unexpectedly harmonious.

Deya let go of her, but staggered unsteadily, and he reached for his forehead, but he couldn't soothe his frown of irritability and restlessness.

When he opened his eyes, Shanna was looking at him.

He took a step back and walked to her side, intending to leave. The rain was beating down on him again, and it was as if nothing had happened to him.

Shanna gritted her teeth and asked, "Where are you going?"

Deya paused, as if waiting for her to follow, and after a long pause, her gaze returned to Shanna. He leaned closer to see the fear in Shanna's eyes.

"Let's go back," Shanna said, closing her eyes.

"Where are you going?" Deya's hand ran from the back of her smooth, delicate neck, and then grabbed Shanna's throat, slowly pressing. Shanna's face flushed, but she didn't struggle too much.

Deya was a little surprised, and her mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something. He wanted to ask her why she didn't curse or look at him with resentful eyes, like the usual people who died at his hands.

But in the end he didn't speak, and he wanted to laugh again, but suddenly he couldn't laugh.

A few seconds later. He let go.

Shanna coughed uncomfortably, bent down and clenched her fist against her chest, then lifted the back of her hand to wipe away the tears that had been squeezed out.

Shanna, who stood up straight and recovered, felt a cold hand, Deya's hand had already been touched, he slid his finger to her finger, the two hands were extremely together, and they were clasped together without gaps, "Go back, Shanna." ”

He smiled weakly, the corners of his eyes slightly reddened. He wanted to believe her, like he had daylight for the first time, "I need to rest." ”

Shanna didn't expect him to say such a thing. He was smiling, but it was a heavy color. The pale gray of the eyes is really like a fog that makes it impossible to see clearly, and this sadness is not innate, but it is more humane.

For the weakness of the word, this is not what he possesses, and the innate oppressive power of the divine power of human power should be the same as it was on the first day.

When the coldness on her hands became more severe, she reacted and stiffly led him down the street.

The invincible little prince

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