Han Qingluo also took advantage of the opportunity to drink some wine, his slightly drunk face was slightly hot, and the occasional night breeze blew on his body, feeling that this winter didn't seem to be so cold.

She walked to the campfire and sat down, looking at their swaying cheerful figures, the corners of her mouth hooked into a smile, and she shook her upper body rhythmically with the cheerful sound of the flute, but there was always something empty in her heart.

Gray-Eyes walked over to her and sat down beside her: "Master." ”

Han Qingluo responded with a smile and turned his gaze back to the bonfire.

Gray Eye: "Thank you." ”

Han Qingluo: "Thank you?" ”

Gray Eye pointed to the leather jacket on his body: "It looks good." ”

"If you like it!" Han Qingluo smiled and touched his head, then turned his head back.

Gray eyes looked at her red side face, and looked at a certain point stunned with half-closed eyes. He felt that the master didn't seem to be very happy compared to the other blood clans, was it because no one was looking for her to dance?

He understands the feeling of being bullied and isolated by others, and perhaps the master is sad because of this. He held out his hand to her.

Han Qingluo didn't know at the moment that his apprentice had substituted himself into a miserable isolated person, looking at his outstretched hand, he didn't know what he wanted, and he was stunned for a while and stretched out his hand to put it on his hand.

Unexpectedly, Gray Eye directly pulled her up from the ground, and said with a glance: "Master, dance!" After speaking, he directly hugged her in his arms, and learned from Jue and Jin to arrange Han Qingluo clearly. To say that he learns things quickly is really not to brag.

Han Qingluo was stunned by Gray Eye's actions: "Gray Eye, what are you doing?" ”

Gray Eyes was like a dancing machine, pulling Han Qingluo to jump around, and answered her question mechanically in the interval: "Dance." ”

For a while, the harmonious and cheerful snow dance field rushed into two figures with unknown dancing postures, and Han Qingluo couldn't dance music, so he was completely forced to let the gray eyes run away, there was no room for relaxation at all, and he also woke up his wine in an instant.

"Gray eyes, the master can't jump!"

"Gray Eyes, eh, let go of me!"

"Ahh I...... Yes! ”

……

The gray eyes are terrifyingly powerful, and Han Qingluo is like a little chicken cub being carried by him, and he has completely become his marionette. And the two of them who entered indiscriminately instantly attracted the attention of all the blood clans.

"Gray Eyes, let her go!" Jue stopped dancing and shouted at Gray Eye. And Loris obviously felt the big palm holding her hand tighten, and couldn't help but move her eyes to Jue's face, but she couldn't see any other expression.

Seeing this, Yufu also stopped the sound of the flute, and all the bloods stopped all their activities, watching the two figures scurrying on the snow.

But Gray Eye seemed to isolate all sounds, closed his eyes tightly, and was still immersed in his own world. Originally, Han Qingluo, who was just being pulled around by gray eyes, only felt pain in her arm at this moment, as if something had pierced her skin.

"Gray Eyes, stop!" Han Qingluo couldn't help but roar anymore. This sound made the gray eyes suddenly stop walking, and the closed eyes opened, when Han Qingluo saw those eyes, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, the color of those eyes was no longer gray, but the eyes that exuded a faint green, like a wolf.

It returned to gray again in an instant, and he looked at Han Qingluo with gray eyes, and he looked like a wooden one again: "Master? ”

She was really frightened by the change in her gray eyes, and pulled his hand away with a sneer, only feeling a hot pain in her arm: "It's okay, the master is tired, you can jump by yourself." ”

Jin on the side couldn't help but rush up and grabbed Gray Eye's collar, and punched him in the chin, and Gray Eye flew out directly, slamming heavily on the snow and causing the snow to fly.

Seeing Jin so impulsive, Han Qingluo turned back again, and her aching arm made her frown: "Jin, what are you doing!" ”

Jin looked at Han Qingluo excitedly, pointed at his gray eyes, and said indignantly: "Look, I said a long time ago that this guy must have ulterior motives for you!" Pretending to be stupid and stupid all day long, who are you fooling? ”

Grey Eyes got up from the snow and touched his aching jaw for some reason, but he knew that whoever bullied him would have to double it back, so his gray eyes began to show signs of mutation.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, blocking his view, a heavy palm slapped on his shoulder, and only a familiar heavy voice was heard: "Gray eyes, restrain yourself!" ”

Gray eyes raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, it was Lord Jue, the light of uncontrollable power in his eyes gradually extinguished, and nodded respectfully.

Jue touched his head appreciatively: "Gray Eye is doing a good job. Then he turned around and scolded Kim: "Kim, don't make trouble, or go back to the Night Fort to calm down." ”

Jin turned his head unwillingly, looked at Han Qingluo again, left the next sentence of "take care of yourself" and walked away, Aisha greeted him from a distance and accompanied him to sit by the campfire.

Seeing that the atmosphere was gloomy, Yufu blew the flute again, but after this accident, everyone was no longer interested in dancing.

It was rare for everyone to get together for a night tour, and Han Qingluo didn't want to ruin everyone's Christmas Eve, so he hurriedly proposed: "Why don't you all gather around the bonfire, you are tired of dancing anyway, why don't you take turns to tell a magical story that you have heard!" ”

"Very good, I agree!" Yuke immediately accosted to liven up the atmosphere, and Yufu also put down the flute in his mouth and echoed. So, with the support of the majority, everyone gathered around the campfire and sat down.

"I'm the initiator, let's start with one!" Han Qingluo took the initiative to ask, cleared his throat, and began to tell the story in a tone......

At the end of a story, Han Qingluo found that Jue didn't look at him right, as if he had already read the story. I thought to myself that the book I bought "Decameron" seems to have not read it either. Don't think about it, follow the other blood clans to coax the newcomer Rose to say one.

Rose, a rough man, had a scary scar on his face, and he couldn't tell a story, so he changed his mind and told a story of his own.

After listening to his story, everyone learned that he was still a detective before he was wanted, and he crossed the ocean from England to the New World to start his life again, and it didn't take long for Lores to be selected by Lores to become a member of the Night Castle bloodline, until he stayed with the members of the group through his own efforts.

Han Qingluo thought that his experience was quite inspirational, so he couldn't help but applaud him, raised the wine glass in his hand, and toasted him, Ross also raised his wine glass gratefully, and took everyone to greet Ross.

The storytelling became smoother, and each clan took turns telling their own story, interesting, terrifying, and allegorical...... When it came to Gray Eye, Han Qingluo took the initiative to say one instead of him.

The more you talk about it, the more powerful it becomes, and new stories emerge one after another...... It wasn't until the bonfire gradually weakened to only a little flame, and everyone was slightly drunk, that Jue reminded everyone that it was late at night.

"Let's all go back, we have Christmas Eve tomorrow!"

"Okay, Boss (Jue-sama)!"

The rare carnival made them reluctant to get up, until the bonfire was extinguished, they stood up and swayed to help each other back.

——

Back in the room, the paralysis of alcohol made Han Qingluo constantly reminisce about the joy of the night tour, and forgot the pain in his arm. When I took off my heavy cotton coat, I realized that I was injured when I got into the wound.

Looking at the bruises and punctures on his arms, Han Qingluo couldn't help frowning.

"It's going to get better with this sooner." Suddenly, Jue's voice sounded outside the door. Turning around, outside the door, Jue was leaning against the door frame, his purple-gold eyes were a little blurry, it seemed that he had also drunk a lot of wine and was drunk. Holding a small medicine jar in his hand, he handed it in her direction.

Han Qingluo got up and walked to the door and took his medicine: "Thank you, how do you know I'm injured?" ”

The smell of wine on her body is very heavy, and when she opens her mouth, there is a strong smell of wine, and in a low temperature environment, the warm smell mixed with the aroma of fruit wine directly rushes to Jue.

His misty eyes suddenly lifted all his eyelids, Jue looked at Han Qingluo's flushed face, laughed, and stretched out his index finger with his hand hanging in mid-air towards her face.

In the face of his sudden move, Han Qingluo subconsciously wanted to hide back, but he didn't expect his hand to suddenly change direction, and he stroked the broken hair that fell between his forehead very angrily, and opened his mouth with a strong smell of alcohol: "When the gray eyes are a little out of control, sharp claws will grow, I expect that you will definitely be scratched by him." ”

Han Qingluo touched his forehead, smiled, raised the medicine jar in his hand, and said with a smile: "Then ...... Thank you boss for the medicine, go back and rest! ”

Jue was still leaning against the door, and he didn't want to leave. Han Qingluo tilted his head to look at him, wondering what he meant. I saw him look around her room, and suddenly said, "I don't mind you going to rest by the fireplace in my room, it's too cold here." ”

Xu was alcohol that paralyzed his nerves, and Han Qingluo couldn't help but smirk when he heard his words, laughing non-stop.

Jue also laughed inexplicably: "What are you laughing at?" ”

Han Qingluo patted his head and waved his hand at him: "It's okay, no, it's not cold, it's not cold!" ”

Jue nodded and waved his hand at her: "Go back!" With that, he moved away from the door, opened his door, and walked in.

Closing the door, Han Qingluo looked at the injury on her arm, and then at the medicine jar in her hand, thought for a while, twisted the lid with great difficulty, and twisted it for a long time before she found that she only needed to lift it up to open it, so angry that she cursed in a low voice.

Smeared with medicinal powder and wrapped in bandages, but she still felt a little pain, and looked down - TM's entanglement was reversed! She was so angry that she cursed a dirty word, smiled bitterly and re-medicated and re-wrapped the bandage, thinking that drinking was really a mistake.

After taking care of the wound, Han Qingluo thought about going to the wardrobe to find a loose underwear to wear, and swayed close to the wardrobe.

The moment she opened the wardrobe door, a pile of things as heavy as stones rolled down from the wardrobe to her feet, smashing her toes painfully.

She screamed in pain, and sat on the cold ground with her butt - two consecutive blows, very sober, and her confused brain was awake in an instant.

After relieving himself, looking at the "stone" on the ground, Han Qingluo looked stunned, and the expression on his face was very complicated. Suddenly, there were two warm streams on her face, and her fingertips touched lightly - it turned out that she was crying.

The apples in that place are red and strangely beautiful......