Winter nights come early.

As soon as it was dark, bright fires lit up all around the Night Castle. The inky blue sky also had a light snow drifting very appropriately, and in the firelight, it was like pieces of fluorescent elves falling to the world.

In front of the Christmas tree, the blood clan of the Night Castle gathered. I don't know who took the lead, everyone made a wish to the Christmas tree, in exchange for the stupid practice of making a wish that they would despise and even ridicule in the past, but this Christmas, they found some special hope in the day of eternal life.

The long river of life, in addition to eternal life, there is also hope.

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Inside the kitchen, there was a lot of mist.

Han Qingluo is cooking a sumptuous Christmas dinner for himself and Gray Eye. Like modern Western food, set the plate and garnish with a few slices of mint.

The bloodline who came in to serve the meal took the last plate away, and brought Jue's words to her by the way: "Lord Jue said that the banquet is about to start, let the teacher hurry up." ”

Han Qingluo replied with a "yes", took off his apron, wiped his hands, and walked out of the kitchen towards the main hall in a hurry.

As soon as I stepped into the temple gate, the long tables in the lively hall were full of seats, and everyone was in high spirits, talking and laughing loudly. Yufu also formed an ensemble, and the cheerful songs and complicated chatters were intertwined, and the lively festive atmosphere instantly made Han Qingluo's heart surge.

Walking through the rows of long tables, and the warm blessings of the blood clans kept coming from his ears, Han Qingluo suddenly felt that all this was unreal.

When I first came here, I only thought it was purgatory, and I was worried about the future of being in the same room with a group of beasts, but after a long time together, in fact, every Bloodline still has the same enthusiasm as a human, and they have nothing but different constitutions and needs from humans.

It completely subverted the brutal stereotype of vampires in her mind. They also have lovely places and emotional weaknesses. Thinking that he would be separated from this group of cute vampires in three years, Han Qingluo suddenly felt reluctant, although his relationship with them was very delicate from the beginning, starting from the point of use.

But isn't she "using" them? Use them to promote their martial arts, and use them to spend three years that should have been decadent and resigned.

Since you can't resist fate, it's better to enjoy the moment and not be reborn in vain.

With that thought, she walked straight to the empty seat at the main table and sat down beside Grey Eyes. He smiled and greeted the other blood relatives and members at the main table.

After Han Qingluo took his seat, Jue stood up from his seat, raised his wine glass to his chest, and the blood clans in the hall looked at the leader with tacit understanding, and they were silent.

He smiled: "Ladies and gentlemen of the Night Castle, I am very happy that everyone has gathered together to celebrate this wonderful Christmas Eve, in the blink of an eye, we have spent more than 100 years in the New World under the leadership of the Le Sen Lu Blood Clan, and the Demon Party can not develop to this day without the help of Tsmisi, and even more inseparable from everyone's contributions, Jue hereby sincerely thanks everyone, cheers!" ”

"Cheers!" The hall resounded with the passionate cheers of the blood clans. In every exalted hand holds joy......

After a heart-sipping drink, Jue filled his cup again and made a second speech: "Again, thank you to our loyal partner, Miss Han Qingluo, for bringing you a different Christmas Eve, let us get up and raise a glass to her!" ”

Han Qingluo stood up in fear, glanced at Jue on the main seat, he showed a gentle smile, his purple-gold eyes were sharp, and there was a bit of gentleness like water.

"Thanks to everyone's care during this time, I, Han Qingluo, am very grateful to everyone, it is my honor to be able to meet everyone!" Han Qingluo was very excited in his heart, watching so many blood clans raise their glasses towards him, raise his head and drink the wine in the glass, pour his glass boldly, and shout excitedly, "Merry Christmas!" ”

"Merry Christmas!"

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Pushing the glass, everyone drank to the head, Han Qingluo picked up the wine glass and took the initiative to sing the Christmas song:

We wish you a Merry Christmas

We wish you a Merry Christmas

We wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy new year

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Good tidings we bring to you and your kin

We wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy new year

We wish you a Merry Christmas

We wish you a Merry Christmas

We wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy new year

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Accompanied by her crisp singing voice, Yufer joined the ensemble to play a simple accompaniment to her singing. Beautiful music, simple melodies, the blood clan hummed along movingly, and the affectionate friends hooked each other's shoulders, looked at each other and smiled...... They remember the land of their homeland, their old friends, their departed relatives, their children, and their loved ones......

This group of bloods full of personality also has a soft place in their hearts. At this moment, it was like returning to their own warm homes - relatives, lovers, children, and friends sat around and told each other what was on their minds.

There is one most important person in every blood clan's heart, and the years have erased their appearance in their memory, but they can't erase the traces they left behind. Their names will be forever engraved in their hearts and with them for the rest of their lives.

If, fate destroys their souls and bodies, and their cursed lives are forced to stop at a certain moment, then the last softness he leaves in the world is to shout the name that is buried in the deepest part of his heart......

They weren't just bloodthirsty monsters, they were humans in the know.

From one generation to three generations, most of the vampires in the future were first embraced by humans, and Jue is in the fourth generation of vampires, and his powerful power comes from the bloodline of the powerful third generation of Leson Blood, which is comparable to the gods. It's a pity that in the so-called "Great Rebellion" of the secret party, the blood of Tsmisi and Lessenlu was wiped out one after another.

After the Great Rebellion, the thirteen blood clans removed the neutral four blood clans and the two blood clans that formed the demon party, and the remaining seven blood clans formed a secret party that opposed the demon party.

The older Bloods who participated in the "Great Rebellion" not only remembered their homeland, but also remembered the shame of being driven out of England and Europe by the Secret Party.

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Suddenly, a figure flashed in outside the door of the main hall, and quickly walked to Jue's side and whispered a few words. Jue nodded and dismissed him, and stood up: "Our distinguished guest is here, everyone be quiet for a while." ”

All eyes immediately shifted to the entrance of the main hall. Not long after, a line of figures appeared outside the door.

"Lord Jue, long time no see!" As soon as he entered the main hall, Bach let out a dull laugh through a heavy scarf.

"Patriarch Bach, I've been waiting for a long time." Jue motioned for the blood to add a table, except for Bach Nengxiang to sit at the main table, the rest of the Xitai blood clan could only sit down in the arranged corner.

As soon as they entered, all their weapons were confiscated.

Suddenly, dissatisfaction appeared in the eyes of the Xitai blood clan, and they said that they were honored guests, but in fact, they were snub to them, and they came from afar to sit in the corner, which was really aggrieved!

Bach did not have the slightest wave in his eyes about this arrangement, smiled in his eyes, did not ask any questions, and sat on the side of the main table under the guidance of Jue. As soon as he sat down, his brown eyes looked at Han Qingluo unconsciously: "It seems that our sacrifice is doing well in the Night Castle, Lord Jue, it really bothered you!" ”

Although Han Qingluo was drunk, he still remained sober, and when he saw this masked man, he thought to himself that this was the Xitai blood clan that was going to take her away in three years?

Jue smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand: "Patriarch Bach traveled thousands of miles to come to the Night Castle, is he worried that the sacrifice will not be good?" He took a sip and continued, "You don't have to worry about this, the Demon Party's Lesensen will always be trustworthy." You say yes, right? Our most loyal allies. ”

Bach raised his glass and replied: "Lord Jue, of course we are the best allies, there is no doubt about it. After speaking, he lifted the face towel and drank the contents of the cup in one gulp.

"Come, our honored guests, our best allies!" Jue shouted loudly, and all the blood clans present in the hall stood up and raised their wine glasses.

Han Qingluo held the wine glass, but his heart was very uncomfortable, he was called by them one by one "sacrifice", and his heart was still a little uncomfortable, coupled with the wine, his heart was even more depressed.

Suddenly feeling a sinking on his shoulders, Han Qingluo turned his head, it was Jin. He seemed to see his mind, and with a gentle smile on his face, he silently gave her firm companionship and support, as if he had met her for the first time.

Han Qingluo smiled bitterly, put down the wine glass, and patted his hand on the shoulder: "I'm fine." ”

Jin seemed to have something else to say, but Han Qingluo had already sent a signal of refusal, so he smiled and returned to his position.

As a guest, Bach offered to toast the elite Bloodline of the Night Castle one by one. He was really enthusiastic, and he circled around the long table, and even Han Qingluo didn't fall behind.

"Congratulations, you did a good job!" Bach raised his glass, his words full of contempt.

Han Qingluo couldn't like his smiling brown eyes, so he said a perfunctory "thank you", then stopped making a sound and sat back in his place.

Bach didn't care about her indifference and moved to Glory's side.

Gently clinking a glass with her, Bach's eyes smiled even deeper, staring directly at Gloris's charming turquoise eyes, and said softly: "Beautiful young lady, please." ”

Loris brought the glass to her lips, her turquoise eyes glancing at Bach intriguingly, and she drank her own glass of wine.

When it was Rose's turn, Bach did not stop long, politely touched a glass, and moved on to the next place without even saying a word.

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Returning to his original position, as soon as he put down the wine glass, Bach said aloud to Jue: "Lord Jue, we have also brought a congratulatory gift this time, I hope you don't dislike it!" With that, he gestured to his own people in the corner.

The clansmen immediately understood, walked out of the hall, and in a short time came slowly carrying a heavy iron box. All eyes were focused on the iron box, and they couldn't wait to see the true face of this gift.

"Tom!" As soon as the iron box was placed on the ground, there was a dull sound.

The Bloodlines were even more curious about what was inside.