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Twilight walked over with a blood box and handed it to Yingdi, "What's wrong?" Dislike? ”

"No, I'm full." Ying Tu glanced at Twilight, turned his head to look out the window, there was no scenery there, only a leaf blown off by the wind, the scenery withered, just like his heart at this time, empty.

Twilight reached out and rubbed Yingdi's hair, sat down beside Yingdi, and asked worriedly, "What's uncomfortable?" ”

She also thought that Ying Tu was not full and hungry. It turned out that it wasn't, but she wanted to deviate.

"No discomfort." Ying Tu kept his head and didn't speak. He just suddenly had a little temper attack, remembered something bad, was depressed, it was no big deal, and he wouldn't be like someone, fragile like a rag doll, sick at every turn.

"Good ......" Twilight put the carton in Ying Tu's hand, took another straw and gave it to him, and the cold fingertips swiped over Ying Tu's ear, smoothed Ying Di's wind-blown sideburns, and instructed, "Eat more, I'm going to hurry at night." ”

For them, they have already taken the elixir of immortality, which is enough to walk in the sun, but those blood people who have escaped the world are different.

Even though they have been precipitated in the long river of history for thousands of years, they still maintain the unique physical weakness of the blood people: fear of the sun.

During the day, they can only hide under their black robes, hiding in the dense woods, and once they come into contact with the blazing sun, they will turn into wisps of dust and dissipate with the wind.

Therefore, for safety reasons, they can only travel at night to ensure that most people can reach the ancient capital safely.

Ying nodded and held the straw and put it in the carton.

He really didn't have much appetite, so he bit the straw and drank it again and again, coping with the twilight at will.

On that beautiful face, a pair of light purple eyes reflected the scenery outside the courtyard, as still as water, and there was no trace of waves: a lonely ancient tree, nothing else.

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Before setting off, Twilight had a small meeting with the Bloods who had been entrusted with the White Lotus Lantern.

Since they left Liubao Mountain, this was the first time that Twilight had held a meeting for everyone. In many previous battles, she had only given orders, and had not received any humanistic care.

But this time was different, on the night that Shen Ling bloodbathed Changyou City, they lost one person in their team again.

This result is not a heavy loss, but it makes Twilight pay special attention to it and feel quite guilty.

When Twilight stood in front of everyone and bowed to them sincerely, expressing their guilt for everyone, the faces of the many Bloods almost had one expression: shock.

They couldn't believe that Lord Nightlord, who had been following them all the way, had apologized to them.

What an honor is that? How shocking?

At least, in the past thousands of years, there has never been a high emperor who has had the courage to apologize to his subjects and sincerely say 'I'm sorry'.

"Lord Nightlord......" Many blood clans knelt on one knee, bowed their heads and bowed, and returned the salute to Twilight.

They were so shocked that after returning the salute, they still knelt down, waiting for Twilight's orders.

Perhaps, for Twilight, this 'I'm sorry' is nothing, just a touch of the lip flap that can be said.

However, for them, such words were a rare word of respect, the most precious praise and recognition they received as a deceased who had been demonically selected by the Holy Lord after thousands of years of dedication.

"Get up." Twilight lifted everyone and said, "I have one more thing to discuss with you before I continue on my journey. ”

Everyone was surprised, they were about to hurry, what would happen?

One of the leaders in charge of management looked a little old, but his voice was very deep and full of energy: "I don't know what Lord Yejue commands?" As long as we can do it, we will definitely go to the soup and fire, and we will not give up! ”

The hearts of the Blood-Clan are inherently warm, and they are cold from the moment they are born, however, at this moment, the hearts seem to be on fire, full of energy, and everyone wants to show themselves in front of the great Lord Night.

They are truly submissive to Twilight and want to follow Twilight.

Even if they didn't have that white lotus lamp like a holy decree, after such a long journey, they would willingly surrender to Dusk.

Because, they are convinced of a truth: for the monarch, the benevolent is invincible, and the world is ruled by virtue!

Twilight coughed lightly, a wisp of blush appeared on her delicate and beautiful face, and she opened her mouth slowly: "Do you know the recent situation in Nujiao City in the last few hundred years?" ”

"This ......" All the blood clans were confused for a moment, unable to answer the question of twilight.

Before they went into hiding, Nujiao City was still a ruin.

Whether it is a matrilineal society or a patrilineal clan, the order in the city is relatively stable, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

However, when they returned thousands of years later, they heard that the situation there was long gone.

The so-called 'women are heavens, men are slaves', but that's fine.

In each city, the people naturally have their own environment and methods for survival. However, what's the deal with robbing a man?

It is reported that in the city of women, it is easy to say other things, but it is very difficult to say when it comes to treating men, especially beautiful men.

Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly thought of something very important, and looked at the stone house behind Twilight.

Their thoughts speak for themselves: the group of men around Lord Yejue seems to be all high-risk breeds with 'high appearance, high temperament, and high status'!! It's dangerous! Very dangerous!

Twilight followed everyone's eyes and saw the beautiful boy sitting in front of the window, drinking some blood in boredom.

The boy has a pair of mysterious and melancholy light purple eyes, full of mystery, exuding an elegant and noble atmosphere, and the beautiful pupils are filled with starlight, lazy and dazzling.

And when they saw him, he also saw them.

He raised his eyebrows haughtily, his gaze locked on one of them, one hand propped up his forehead, and the fragments of hair slipped down from his fair and beautiful fingers, exuding a messy and noble beauty.

He smiled slowly, his eyes were gentle, and there was only the figure of the man and woman in his sight, and he didn't move away.

Everyone couldn't help but think, this young man is so bright and dazzling, gorgeous and dazzling, what if he is snatched away in that girl's city?

"Ahem, ahem." Twilight coughed softly as she covered her lips, recalling everyone's thoughts.

Damn it!

There was a sour smell in the twilight, what was going on with these people? Can't stop watching? Is her little emperor something they can see?

Occasionally, Twilight is aware of a hint of crisis. After all, although her little emperor is a little willful, he is an extremely elegant and excellent teenager!