The sky is bright, and a new day is coming.

The streets of Jingshi City.

A group of masked men in strange costumes attracted the attention of the residents of the small town, who stopped to watch. But they didn't dare to step forward, after all, this group of masked people of unknown origin were murderous just by looking at their brown eyes with heavy eyeliner and tattoos all over their faces, and they all had large knives hanging from their waists.

"I look a little bit like I'm from Eastern Europe." An old man with a little insight analyzed at the young man beside him.

The young man stretched his neck, and his eyes were eager to be plucked out and slammed into the masked man's body: "What are these people here for?" ”

"It's hard to say." The old man pretended to be deep.

Christmas Eve came, and there was a special group of outsiders who rode tall horses and dressed in special costumes, leisurely riding their horses on the streets that were neither wide nor narrow. The masked man in the lead looked around at the shops lining the street, as if he wanted to buy something.

"Patriarch, let's just go to the Night Castle, why waste time wandering around this small city."

Listening to the questions of the clansmen behind him, there was no trace of wave in Bach's shrewd eyes, and he was not annoyed by the thick face towel: "When you go to be a guest, there is no reason to leave empty-handed." ”

The clansman looked at the horse holding a box of gold coins behind him in confusion, and turned back again: "This box of gold coins is a congratulatory gift, and the patriarch of Bach is holding them up too highly. ”

Bach did not speak, but gently pulled the reins, and the horses below him immediately stopped their hooves. The other nine eyes of the other nine who accompanied him followed Bach in unison as they looked at a shop—an iron shop.

The blacksmith seemed to be an extraordinary person, and immediately greeted him, but before he could speak, a masked man with his own coercion took out a round ring from his sleeve and threw it directly to the blacksmith.

The blacksmith took it in his hands and looked at the man suspiciously, only to hear the man say, "I have to make two rings that are identical in the afternoon." ”

When the blacksmith heard this, he instantly stopped doing it: "This master, I'm afraid it can't be completed according to your plan." As he spoke, he handed back the ring in his hand.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, a large bright knife rested on the blacksmith's wrist, and the weight was so heavy that his hand began to tremble incessantly, and he was generally afraid that he would be half overwhelmed.

Thinking about his career of relying on his strength to strike iron all year round, his strength is naturally not a problem, but this knife is too heavy to bear, if he cuts it directly, his hand can't say goodbye to himself in an instant?

The crowd of onlookers whispered, all worried about the blacksmith's hand.

The masked man who spoke jumped off his horse, easily picked up the back of the knife with his index and middle fingers and removed it from the blacksmith's wrist, and glanced at the guy who made the knife with eyes as deep as an abyss, and said in a light tone: "Baruch, you scared him, take back your knife!" ”

The tribesman named Baruch immediately bowed his head respectfully and withdrew his broadsword.

Bach's deep eyes locked directly on the blacksmith's eyes, reached out to hold his hand holding the ring, and pushed it back, with a smile in his eyes: "The boss will reluctantly take this business!" I'll use that number to take care of your business and have a peaceful Christmas Eve, okay? ”

Just looking at these eyes, the blacksmith felt that his whole body could not move, and an invisible pressure swept through his body. The smile in the unfathomable eyes of the masked man in front of him made him feel creepy, and he quickly clenched the ring in his hand and nodded his head again and again.

Bach turned around and glanced at Baruch on horseback, who immediately jumped off his horse in understanding and walked to the blacksmith.

Bach regained his cold eyes, turned on his horse, and led the other eight tribesmen to turn their horses' heads and leisurely head towards the city gate, the onlookers giving way in panic.

Watching the departing backs of the patriarch and his clansmen disappear at the gate of the city, Baruch looked at the stunned blacksmith fiercely and patted the big knife on his waist: "Hurry up, fool!" ”

The blacksmith shuddered, carefully held the ring, and took a closer look - there was nothing special about this ring, it was made of steel, the outer ring was smooth, but the inner ring was covered with small notches, which seemed to be a pattern, and he did not dare to ask more, and immediately started to pour the mold, not daring to waste a little time.

……

On the other side, Bach and his party walked out of the city of Mirror City, still in a hurry, as long as they passed through a large forest, they could reach the Night Fort in the evening.

"Patriarch, do we need to speed things up?" One of the clansmen asked, the pace of the march was a bit slow.

"What's the panic, the most distinguished guests are usually the finale." Bach's body rises and falls with the horse, and his posture is very dashing.

After nearly half a month of travel, most of this group of Xitai blood clans were a little tired, and they couldn't help but want to arrive at the Night Fort as soon as possible to end this long march of ups and downs.

After a short walk, he soon entered the heart of the forest.

In the winter woods, large areas of trees have long lost their leaves, and there is a bleak and desolate atmosphere as far as the eye can see. The unmelted snow under the roots of the tree is in the form of a honeycomb, without any soft and white stereotype. All around are bare tree trunks, with the occasional bird perched on the branches.

Bach tugged at the reins and motioned for the team to stop: "Everyone rest in place, hard work." ”

The rest of the tribesmen dismounted and found a dry place to rest.

——

The Night Castle on the far side is bustling with activity at the moment.

Figures swayed in every room, and the theme color of Christmas could be seen everywhere - red. Each glass is pasted with snowflake paper pieces cut out by Han Qingluo himself, which are simply glued with flour paste.

Outside the city gates, Yuke and a group of Bloodborns are picking a suitable Christmas tree. Prepare to transplant it to the middle of the castle's lawn to commemorate one of the most special Christmases in a long time.

Dressed in new clothes, Loris and Elsa sway around the Night Castle like two butterflies, attracting a lot of admiring eyes along the way. Beautiful things can always set off the festive atmosphere, looking at these two beautiful landscapes, everyone is more energetic.

"Hang that candle a little lower!"

In the main hall, Han Qingluo is directing the arrangement of the main festival venues, and there are busy figures everywhere. The original dull black hall looked bright and warm after some arrangement.

Barrels of wine and blood were constantly transported to the main hall, and all the details were arranged and carried out in an orderly manner.

Jue looked at the lively and peaceful picture of the Night Castle, and couldn't help but be happy from the bottom of his heart, and his cold face in the past was full of smiles for the first time.

As soon as he stepped into the door of the main hall, Jue saw the figure who was focused on commanding at a glance, glanced at the bear fur coat on her body, and unconsciously saw more joy in his eyes......

Time back to the morning -

Han Qingluo, who was drunk on Christmas Eve, turned out a pile of apples in the closet in the room, and was so moved that he cried unrestrainedly under the influence of alcohol, and the movement was so loud that Jue next door was alarmed.

When I pushed the door open, I saw her lying on the ground holding a bunch of apples and crying uncontrollably. Glancing at the apples all over the ground, a hint of surprise flashed in Jue's eyes.

Slowly leaned over to her and froze, "What do you want?" ”

Han Qingluo's eyes were red, he raised his head, tears and snot mixed together and covered his face, looking very embarrassed. Holding an apple in one hand, before he could say anything, he began to tremble and cry again.

Picking up the apple on the ground and looking at her sitting on the ground, Jue asked again, "Have you thought of your wish?" ”

Han Qingluo looked at Jue drunkenly with a frown, and after a while, he shivered and spit out the word "cold". Jue smiled and walked to the wardrobe, and at a glance, sure enough, she hadn't found it yet.

He took out a bear coat from it, which was the bear fur offered by Autumn Hunt Rose, because it was damaged and could only be made into a coat. Just give it to her as a gift, so you don't have to worry about giving her a gift. Thinking of this, Jue snorted coldly, thinking that it would be quite troublesome to have a Christmas.

"Your wish has been granted, rest quickly!" Jue picked up Han Qingluo, took her to the edge of the bed and sat down, and put on her coat. Before leaving, he was held by Han Qingluo's cold hand, and his misty blue eyes looked at him pitifully: "Cold!" ”

"Trouble!" Jue said in a low voice, and directly took Han Qingluo back to his room with a horizontal hug, and took the exquisitely packaged book on the table by the way......

When he woke up, Han Qingluo found himself lying on the chair by the fireplace, rubbing his swollen head, thinking about what he had done last night, but he couldn't remember anything when he thought of the pain in his hair.

The unusually heavy weight of her body made her find the bear fur coat, and subconsciously looked at the bed that had already been vacant, and she didn't know what she thought of and chuckled. Stretched a lazy waist, turned over and got off the chair, today is an important day, you can't be lazy.

——

Time is back to normal.

Jue stepped into the hall and saw Han Qingluo wearing the coat he gave her, and she was very satisfied.

"How's it going?" He leaned behind her and asked nonchalantly.

Han Qingluo glanced at the progress of the bloodlines and smiled with satisfaction: "It's basically the arrangement of the Christmas tree, let's go out and have a look!" ”

After walking a few steps, he met Jin head-on, and his eyes were only at the two of them for a second: "Do you need any help?" ”

Han Qingluo patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's just in time, let's go and decorate the Christmas tree together!" With that, he put a box of glass colored beads into his hand, handed another box of small golden cloth balls to Jue's hand, and held the lightest red ribbon himself.

"Let's go!"

Jue and Jin Mian, who were instructed, looked at each other, as if this scene was similar.

In the middle of the lawn.

Yuke and his entourage are transplanting the selected pine trees to the middle of the lawn. When he saw Jue and them coming, he immediately greeted them, his face full of pride: "Look, this tree is really the best in the tree, perfect!" ”

Han Qingluo looked at his smug appearance and quipped, "Lord Yuke's vision is so good!" ”

At this time, Elsa and Loris came over like sisters and joined the Christmas tree decoration team.

……

Looking at the colorful Christmas tree standing in front of them, joy is the truest portrayal of every face, and this special and meaningful Christmas will always be remembered in their hearts.