Han Qingluo used his three-inch incorruptible tongue to preach to a group of blood clansmen in righteous words.

In the end, she was so bold that all the staff raised the white flag and surrendered. For most of the time, in her mouth, all the blood clans have become untrustworthy. Even the gray eye could not escape the slander of the master.

There is no way, if it is not "rain and dew", after going back, Jue will definitely take the opportunity to find fault with her, and simply offend them all to balance their mentality.

After venting his anger, Han Qingluo's mouth finally stopped, and the entire hall returned to a moment of tranquility. She took a breath and crossed her arms: "Pump!" ”

The blood clans who had been washed by the "rain of bullets" were still indifferent, secretly observing the expressions of others, and no one would be the first to smoke.

"In this way, those who have drawn lots can leave the hall, so as to save the face of the person who won the lottery, and no one will know his true identity until Christmas Eve. I'll put it in the attic when the time comes, and I'll be with the lucky one to give you gifts and blessings. ”

Jin's gaze suddenly became earnest, and after listening to Han Qingluo's words, he immediately stretched out his hand, hesitated between the eleven paper sticks, and finally picked out a favorite one, pinched it in the palm of his hand, and walked out of the hall.

With the beginning of gold, the blood clan took out their own lotteries from the jar one after another, and strode out of the hall without hesitation, for fear that others would see what was written in their lots.

The entire hall walked one after another until only Gray Eye, Jue and Han Qingluo remained, and the last three strands were placed in the jar, and they always felt that anyone could be tricked.

Gray Eye did not hesitate to draw one and opened it directly in front of the two of them. Gray eyes stared at the paper in his hand, and generously handed it to the two of them.

Jue raised his eyebrows and looked at it, thinking that this gray eye was really stupid, and others were eager to hide it, but he was good, and he directly unfolded it to show others.

"Master, I didn't hit." A hint of loss flashed in the gray-eyed Mune's eyes.

Han Qingluo smiled, and his heart was even more bottomless: "It's okay, it's a good thing that you didn't hit!" ”

There were still two sticks left in the jar, Han Qingluo pondered for a while, "ordered the generals" in his heart, and finally locked his eyes on one of the paper sticks, and just stretched out his hand, the other hand that was faster than her touched it.

"You first!"

Jue and Han Qingluo retracted their hands at the same time, raised their heads and looked at each other.

"You go first, don't hesitate, maybe the lottery has been drawn?" Han Qingluo pushed the jar in front of Jue, looking very humble.

Jue didn't shirk it anymore, and directly pulled out the share of the lottery just now, and was about to open it, but was held down by a warm hand. raised his eyes to look at her, only to hear Han Qingluo speak: "Leave some suspense!" ”

Raising his eyebrows, the corners of Jue's mouth hooked up a playful smile, put away the paper stick, and walked out of the hall. Outside the door, he unfolded the signing paper, lowered his eyes when he saw the content of the signature, raised it again, chuckled and continued to walk away.

Gray Eyes stayed aside, staring blankly at Han Qingluo and pulling out the last strand of paper signs. Looking at the paper stick in his hand, Han Qingluo turned his head to look at Gray Eye, and said, "Gray Eye, it's time for you to go out!" ”

Gray-Eye nodded and turned to leave.

In the main hall.

Han Qingluo was the only one left, and she gradually unfolded the signing paper in her hand, and the corners of her mouth gradually hooked up a smile.

Inside the Magic Laboratory.

Kim and Elsa each unfolded their signature papers, Elsa smiled, but Kim sighed with a sad face.

In the Night Castle.

The blood clans who participated in the lottery had different expressions and thoughts, some laughed and some frowned.

Who won the lottery and who is Santa Claus? It's a secret.

——

On the outskirts of the small town of Berry, England.

The cold wind was blowing, and snow covered the ruins of the Catholic buildings. A rickety figure dodged through the rotten door of the church.

Light shone into the church from the crumbling roof, making the surroundings look less dim, and the damp environment made moss grow between the rubble, mostly yellow.

Stepping on the gravel, to the center of the church, the rickety figure bent down and moved a huge brick on the ground, and suddenly the entrance of a black cave catacombs came into view, stepping into the hole, his figure disappeared into the darkness outside the light, the ugly hand stretched out from the black curtain, and the huge brick that was originally removed returned to its original state, covering the hidden hole.

In the center of the tomb hall, a group of black-robed people sat around.

Kano, the elder of the Nophil bloodline, sat upright, and the rest of the Nophile bloodline were silent, and their bodies did not twist for half a minute, but only sat quietly together, as if waiting for something.

The entire burial hall was very quiet, and their ugly faces under the black robes had a pair of shrewd eyes. The same ugliness, but ugly is unique, each with its own characteristics, just like a patient with the same disease, but can still distinguish the difference.

The Nophil Bloodline is the most special of the Thirteen Bloods, and their faces have gradually begun to turn ugly since the day they first embraced. Their special appearance allows them to live in catacombs far away from humans, hiding their tracks.

At the same time, they are also the most well-informed blood clan in the city, and they can't escape their eyes at any trouble, because their ugly appearance also makes this blood clan very united, and it can be said that as long as they offend one of them, they will offend all their Nophil blood.

At the entrance of the tomb hall, a rickety figure appeared.

He quickly walked over to the Nophil clan who were sitting around, and said apologetically: "Hello elders, sorry for being late. ”

Kano stretched out his hand from his black robe and motioned for him to sit down: "Elder Norton has worked hard, come all the way, hurry up and sit down to participate!" ”

As the Grand Elder of the Nophile Clan, Kano summoned representatives of the elders from all over the region, and the meeting was about Jue's request to search for the origin of a gray-eyed boy.

The elders reported all the clues gathered during this time in turn, and they acted cautiously, never communicating through letters about major matters, and taking everything very seriously. Jue had saved Kano's life in the Blood Clan War, and naturally the Quanofi Blood Clan wanted to repay the favor, although it was now a hostile camp.

This matter must not be known to the secret party leader of the bloodline Fanzhuo clan, so it is all carried out in secret.

After listening to the clues found by the elders, Kano already had some bottom in his heart.

"It's hard work, elders." Kano stood up and said goodbye to the other elders, leaving Norton alone.

In the room.

Kano wrote a letter, sealed it in red glue, and handed it to Norton: "Your jurisdiction is closest to the port, and this letter must be delivered to the New World, and I will give it to you!" ”

Norton took the envelope, nodded, took the sheepskin-wrapped letter into his arms, and turned away.

Having fulfilled his friend's request, Kano breathed a sigh of relief, his bloated fingers tapping briskly on the desk......

——

The days always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye it is Christmas Eve.

It seems that the weather is getting better for Christmas. Although the wind was still blowing, the sky was no longer a vast gray patch. The sun is still warm during the day, and the thin clouds float slowly in the clear blue sky, reflecting the snowy scene, which is beautiful.

All the apples prepared for Christmas Eve in the warehouse were pulled out and distributed to every Bloodline in the Night Castle.

On Christmas Eve, there is an activity, that is, to give the apple that means peace blessing in your hand to the person you want to bless, and at 0:00, the person who receives the most apples can ask Jue for a wish.

This kind of opportunity, how could they miss it. Many of the apples in the hands of the Bloodclan were given away early.

This day was unusually lively, and the usually quiet night castle did not tolerate a little noise, but today it has been noisy since the beginning of the event, and the men's hearty laughter can be heard everywhere. There are figures in every corner.

Han Qingluo sat by the window and watched the lively scene downstairs, her heart was also happy, a smile was on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were patrolling outside the window and in front of the table from time to time, she also had her own things to do, and she had to make the props for the evening activities. There are also some things left undone, and the day is destined to be spent in a busy one.

On the side of the corridor on the first floor, Loris leaned against the marble railing and looked at the snow-covered mountains in the distance, constantly playing with the apple in her hand, her green eyes were empty, her thoughts were far away, and the anger on her body seemed to have been reduced a lot.

There were many people around her, and the bloodlines who came and went to laugh and laugh, some came to give her apples and some passed by. In a short time, a pile of apples was laid under his feet.

It turns out that she was also blessed by someone.

Glories pondered, unconsciously lowering her head to stare at her apple in her hand, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Here you go!"

Suddenly, a red apple was handed to her, and Loris turned her head to the side, and Yuke was standing beside her with a smiling face.

"Miss Gloris, please accept the most sincere wishes from Yuke Lesenre!" Yuke held the apple in a serious manner and smiled very sincerely.

Loris smiled, the first time she had smiled at him without prejudice. Gently said "thank you" and took the apple.

Yuke stared at her own apple in her hand and asked, "Who are you going to give this one to?" ”

Loris was stunned and moved her gaze to the apple in her palm, the light in her eyes letting Yuke know that she already had someone to send it to, and that the object must be the expected him.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed that he was humiliating himself by asking this question, and he looked away with a sneer.

Stooping down to pick up an apple from the pile of apples at her feet, Loris handed it to Yuke's eyes: "Here, you can also accept my blessing!" ”

Yuke's dark eyes flashed with surprise again, and he took the apple that Glories had given him, and kept saying thank you. Treat it as if it were a treasure.

I'm used to seeing his frivolous and impatient appearance on weekdays, but now it seems that the shy Yuke is quite cute. Loris couldn't help but laugh at his embarrassment.

After a few small talks, Yuke noticed a pile of apples at her feet and volunteered: "You have collected so many apples, you will definitely not be able to take them away for a while, I will help you!" ”

"No need, I'll call someone to get it." Loris politely declined.

"It's okay, I'll help you!"

"Then I'm sorry for you!"

"Little things!"