Every year, only the patriarch's birthday celebration is attended by his father.

Every time he went out, as soon as his father disappeared from sight, he was immediately surrounded by a group of blood boys who were older than him, and in the mouths of these ill-intentioned people, he vaguely heard words such as mongrel, impure blood, shame, and so on.

When he was young, he was not obvious, but as he grew older, the abilities of the pure-blood nobles began to appear, and finally, when he was eight years old, all the teenagers who besieged him were killed by him.

However, it was he who was punished.

He was forcibly imprisoned in a small black room, and the ignorant world did not know that the pure-blood nobles were not afraid of the sun, only the half-blood and the mixed-blood blood servants were afraid and disgusted with the sun.

For pure-blood nobles, the loss of sunlight is not a reward, but a punishment.

In the small dark room, he welcomes an uninvited guest, a young Grand Duke who claims to be his biological father, the Duke of the Blood Rose.

No, he didn't believe this guy with a honey-bellied sword, at least from the few words he heard during his limited participation in the ancestor worship ceremony, he could easily tell that this young grand duke who had not been promoted long ago was spurned by the ancient grand duke of the twelve clans.

He's alternative.

It is said that he unscrupulously developed his descendants and instigated a rebellion among the half-blooded and blood servants.

The throbbing of blood again confused the young pure-blood nobles - an induction that only blood relatives have.

……

"You are my son, child, come, come to my side, and together overthrow those arrogant, self-righteous old fellows."

"We will eventually build a new dynasty, I will be the first king, and you, the second generation!"

The young man with his eyes closed struggled to wake up from the nightmare, he sat up with a depressed expression, and glanced at the beautiful girl who was dreaming around him, and the gloom on his face was even heavier.

Women, are they all creatures who like to betray so much?

He was dressed in pajamas, barefoot, and walked down the stairs that stretched to the ground, into a basement, on the operating table in the basement, there was a perfect male body, he stared deeply at the puppet, picked up the silver blade on the operating table, cut his wrist, and a drop of golden blood rolled down the man's lips, instantly dissolving.

"Wake up, my doppelganger, and you'll have the most perfect appearance in the world, the sweetest lips, the tallest and most charming physique, and, the richest purse—"

With a flick of his finger, seven or eight kinds of credit cards from all over the world boiled and fell on the man, his ice-blue eyes did not move in the slightest, "You will be the touchstone of all the unholy women in the world, I will call you-"

"Pandora."

With the last sentence, the name came out, and the young man on the operating table opened his eyes sharply, which were a pair of blue that was completely different from him, full of warm sky.

The two men look very different, but when you look closely, there are countless similarities.

The Duke of Lilac of Night watched from the sidelines, watching the puppet clones he had created succeed in making him fall in love with one wife after another.

There are more and more sculptures in his house, Venus with his arms broken, Athena in his robes, Hera with a crown -

That is until he meets a young lady, a young scholar who is passionate about archaeology.

In the library, she let out an exclamation, and after he looked at her suspiciously, she turned the book in her hand, and on the inside page was a pair of colorful inserts that vividly depicted a medieval nobleman, a nobleman in leggings, a double-row embroidered coat, and a hat decorated with bright feathers.

What is shocking is that this nobleman has exactly the same appearance as him, and under the illustration of the color page, it is clearly marked that this is one of the twelve grand dukes of the blood clan two hundred years ago, the Duke of Lilac of the Night.

The young archaeologist, captivated by the young duke's personable and eloquent conversation, soon falls in love, and the wedding is simple and grand.

Soon after marriage, with the characteristic care of scholars and the continuous verification of the cocoon, the girl gradually discovered that her husband was different from ordinary people.

She gradually changed from obsession and love to fear and fear for her new husband.

"That's your ex."

"You, you're joking, aren't you?"

"I'm kidding, ma'am, it's a sculpture, how can it be a living person?"

The slender legs snaked up the stairs unhurriedly, as if to enjoy the scenery along the way, or—

Enjoy the last near-death struggle of your prey.

Finally, when he arrived at the top of the Tower of London, facing the beautiful girl who turned back in a hurry, he smiled slightly: "I found you." ”

This is the true story of the Bloodline trilogy, the Duke of Lilac of the Night, or as you could call it, Eternal Darkness.

If the first part is set in the Middle Ages through and through, the second part travels back and forth between the Middle Ages and the modern era, and the third part finally comes to the modern world.

In the Blood Civil War set off by the Duke of the Blood Rose hundreds of years ago, half of the Grand Dukes of the twelve ancient clans were wiped out, and most of the other half fell into a deep sleep, including the Duke of Dark Tulip.

After hundreds of years of recuperation, this high-ranking Grand Duke of the Blood Clan finally woke up from his slumber.

He soon discovered that the Blood Clan had changed from the ruler on the ground to the behind-the-scenes manipulators of the dark world, the nascent Blood Clan had a muddy bloodline, they were debauched and did not know how to restrain themselves, and at the same time, there was also an Iron Blood Guard called the Sanctioners, they were few in number, but they were powerful, all of them were composed of pure-blood descendants, and they wore black military uniforms, and when they appeared, it meant a nightmare for the blood nouveau riche.

The deaths of groups of blood nouveau riche have thrown the underworld into a panic, but the underworld is methodically carrying out a mysterious experiment.

In the process of continuous pursuit, Duke Tulip confronted Duke Lilac of Night several times, and in the end, he disguised himself as a member of the sanctioners, and finally broke into the depths of this organization, and finally knew what the organizers wanted to do.

The Duke of the Blood Rose only had half of his handsome face left, and the other half was wearing a silver mask with exquisite carvings, his eyes stared obsessively at the crystal coffin in the middle of the room, and said softly: "Xiu, don't you want her to come back to life?" ”

"Your sister, my wife—"

Mrs. Christo shrugged her shoulders: "My husband, uh, director Christo, is entangled in whether to resurrect this blood princess or fail to resurrect it, you know, in the previous filming, this actress has never really filmed a rivalry with the three actors——"

"If the resurrection is successful, then, face three actors at the same time-"

Mrs. Kristol shrugged her shoulders again, and her pretty face clearly said, you know!

Jian Han's mouth was half open, and his fingers patrolled back and forth among the three actors, but he could not accurately point on one of them.

Mrs. Christo understood her very well, laughed out loud, and patted her on the shoulder: "Yes, my dear Jane, Xiu, is your husband, Jester, will be your lover—"

Her shiny and beautiful nails pointed directly at Leohard: "And our Majesty the King will be your son!" ”

"Hahahaha-"