The early spring wind was still a little chilly, and the mischievous ruffled the ends of the girl's hair and swept a few strands of broken hair to the tip of the small nose.

Dmitry raised his hand to push them away, his fingers brushed his eyebrows and cheeks one by one with his obsessive gaze, and his voice was hoarse and soft, "Angry?" He asked.

Nahi didn't have the time to reply to him at this time, his mouth and nose were used to grab oxygen, and he closed his eyes to ease the dizziness that came from the whistling, and his face turned a little pale.

Only then did Dmitry notice that something was wrong with her, and pulled away a little to take a closer look at Nahi's expression.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little out of control," he didn't get a response from Naihi, and he got anxious, "What's wrong?" What's uncomfortable? ”

Nahi shook her head, waiting for the dizziness to pass before she opened her eyes and glared at him, "Why are you like this, I can't breathe." ”

The fawn-like clear eyes are shining with water at the moment, and the little mouth that was kissed red is still panting, obviously counting the words, but because of the residual spring mood, it seems that there is no momentum at all, but it is more like being coquettish.

Dmitry's barely calmed heart burned again, his eyes were dangerous, his eyes were scorching, and the hand holding Nehi's shoulder tightened a little, eager to rub her into his arms again and kiss her for a long time. But in the end, he took care of Naxi's body, and stuffed Naxi into the car before he regretted it, jumped on the top of a tree on the side of the road and blew the wind for a while, so as to suppress the desire to roll.

Back in the car, the little girl didn't seem to be angry, her little mouth pouted slightly, but she refused to look at him, and her round ears like pink shells were red, which showed that her heart was not calm. Dmitry laughed, rubbed the little girl's hair, and when he saw that she ignored her, he leaned over and stole a piece of incense, and was so embarrassed that he punched him before he changed his hand and started the car contentedly.

When he got home, Dmitry sat dumbfounded, touching his mouth and giggling, frowning again, and taking out his mobile phone and clicking it. Remio leaned over and took a look, he was actually searching for "is there a risk of hypoxia suffocation when girls kiss", flipped a few pages of replies, and typed "how to teach a wife to kiss and breathe".

"Poofha" What kind of strange virgin problem is this, who can believe that this thing has lived for more than 700 years! Remio felt like he was about to laugh out of oxygen, oh no, vampires don't need oxygen, poofhahahaha.

Mr. Theo stood aside with his hands behind his back, looking at Dmitry with relief and worry in his eyes. Others didn't know it, and they thought that it was their husband and wife who took in Dmitry, but in fact they were saved by Dmitry.

Fifteenth-century Europe was still a battlefield for the great powers, and war was a vampire's paradise.

Blood that doesn't need to be searched for is inexhaustible, and death that no one cares about without bothering to cover it up. Humans swing their swords at each other in greed, and vampires raise their glasses and sing in revelry.

That's where the Tious' nightmare began.

They still remember the iron hooves that shattered the peace of the town that day, like heavy rolling thunder, from the ground to the window, from the sky to the heart.

"It's a remnant!"

It's a remnant! The neighing of the horses, the blood stains of the armor, and the murderous aura in the knights' eyes all proudly declared their identities.

"We are the Duke of York's cavalry, and we are on a crusade against the Lancaster family, please fulfill your family duties and fight for the White Rose!"

The horn and the roaring blade were irresistible, they were descendants of the private army that had been protected by the House of York for generations, and they had never seen a single viscount, but they were also burdened with the responsibility of guarding the House of the White Rose.

The once lively town was silent, and even the men went out of the door, and in the window were mothers, wives, and children who hid their faces.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the boy's tears are the last memories of Sebines and Jacquila for their son.

A year or two, the son wrote that King Henry of the Red Rose family had been taken prisoner;

In three years, four years, the son wrote that a new king had been crowned;

For seven or eight years, I only heard the war back and forth, but there was no news of my son.

Jacquila couldn't sit still, she was going to find her son, even if there was only a wreckage left, there should be a place to pay his respects.

inquired about the news all the way, chased the battlefield all the way, and did not catch up with his son's whereabouts, but happened to meet Dmitry in military uniform.

"Tommy!" Jacquila's cry was pleasantly surprised and poignant, and the man on the horse was solemn and iron-clad, and he was alive and well as they imagined his son to grow up.

I haven't seen each other for too long, and the past ten years have diluted the sound in the dream, blurred the eyebrows and eyes in the memory, and they have worried countless times that they don't know each other, and they have also misrecognized each other because of a back, and then disappointed. But at the moment, she was extremely sure that this was her son, her Tommy.

Dmitry frowned and said indifferently, "You recognize the wrong person. ”

Such parents are not uncommon, and the war has caused too many lives and deaths, and there are stories soaked in tears every day. And he, who has lived for hundreds of years, has long been as cold and hard as iron.

"Tommy, my Tommy...", the gray-eyed couple wept in front of the horse, and their hands clutching the horse's halter were bruised and bloodied.

A corner of his heart was dissolved with sourness, and Dmitry, who looked down at them, lost his mind for a moment, and faintly wished that he was Tommy.

"I'm not Tommy...", he turned the reins of the horse and walked away, leaving behind a figure that fell and chased after him.

When they said goodbye, they were the main meal of the vampire party, with sharp teeth embedded in their necks and wrists, and blood choking into their trachea, unable to even scream.

Before Dmitry could understand why he would involuntarily rush over, he had already blurted out the words to stop: "Hey! Littered with corpses aren't enough for you to enjoy? Why kill two more living people. ”

"Who are you? Be nosy! The vampires who were interrupted from drinking were quite displeased, but the pressure of the strong man on the other side made them obediently shut up and unwilling to leave.

The old couple were thrown to the ground like rags, their faces pale and dying, but their eyes were fixed in the direction of Dmitry, and they burst out with a surprising light, their throats rolled with bloody holes, their mouths opened and closed, and they were still calling "Tommy".

Maybe it was because the waiting time was too long and lonely, maybe the rough hands were too warm and loving, or maybe it was just a moment of bewitchment by the gods, and by the time Dmitry reacted, he had already injected the two of them with venom and sat quietly waiting for the transformation to be completed.

Awakening again, Sabines and Jacquila find that the whole world has changed, and they can't find a way out of their strength and impulses, gathering irritation in their hearts and exploding in their brains. Strange hunger and thirst squirmed from the stomach to the throat, and were lured to the tips of the teeth by the fishy sweet smell around them, and they couldn't wait for the blood to infiltrate.

However, a man in front of him stood still like a pine, with extremely familiar eyebrows, eyes and expressions, and said quietly: "No."

That's their son! With an outlet for anxiety and solace for madness, the two of them were strangely calmed down, guided by Dmitry, little by little to overcome the irritability of newborns, and learn to satisfy their appetites with animal blood.

Sometimes they will break down and lose control, sometimes they have to struggle and fight, and as time goes by, they slowly know that they have mistaken people again, but looking at the face that resembles a son, all the mania slowly dissolves into trust and gratitude.

Think of it as empathy, and thank God for giving them empathetic relatives.

After a long time, when they also traveled many places, they finally found the burial place of their son; When they had also seen the high-ranking nobles, they had heard the antecedents of the consequences of the War of the Roses; When they are calm enough to walk among the corpses without being seduced. Dmitry spoke slowly, proposing separation.

"I've fulfilled my role as a facilitator."

Sabins and Jacquila glanced at each other, both seeing reluctance in each other's eyes, and he said with difficulty: "It may be presumptuous to say this, but can't we be a family?" Although we are not related by blood, we truly treat you as our own child. ”

The eyes of the man opposite flashed tangled and struggling, as if he was unwilling to give in to the fragility in his heart, and he couldn't bear to give up the temperature in his hand. He was silent for a long time before squeezing out a few words from his thin lips: "My surname is Theo." ”

Sebins was so excited that his hands trembled, his vision was quickly blurred by tears, and he was quickly wiped away, and his mouth responded: "Okay, okay, then we are also surnamed Theo." ”

Most of the York's family members took the lord's surname, which was not a shame for Sabins and Jacquila, but it was connected to the twilight of that year, to the bones of his son, and to the bitter pain of the mention.

As a result, there is the simple and kind Tio couple. They traveled all over the world, comforted the sick and suffering, constantly enriched their knowledge, and spread vegetarianism, forming a large vegetarian family that is now spread across five continents.

They were the ones who had been with Dmitry the longest, long enough to understand Dmitry's gentle and gentlemanly appearance, the soul that was forever tormenting and struggling. Now, when I met Nahi and found my singer, I thought he would be safe, but now it seems that it is not so simple.

"I haven't congratulated you yet," said Mr. Tio and Dmitry, standing on the rooftop, overlooking the endless cedar forest, "I'm glad you've found your own happiness." ”

"Thank you!" Dmitry's tone was sincere, he knew that the Tio couple had a lot of worries about themselves, and they really loved him as a child after hundreds of years of getting along.

"But you have to learn to really start life," said Mr. Tiou, "I don't know what you've been through, but you've been pushed too hard by what you're carrying, and if you don't let go, the spring will eventually break, and you'll still hurt others and yourself." ”

Dmitry's gaze was sharp, and he stared at Monsieur Tiou with wariness, but he could only see sincere concern in the kind face of the other party. Turning his face, he spoke again in a gentle tone, "I know what to do," and then jumped into the terrace of his room, waved at the old man who was still on the roof, and entered the room.

Mr. Theo sighed, Dmitry did not understand what he meant, or deliberately did not want to understand what he meant, but hoped that the company of Nahi would dispel the anxiety and violence in his heart.