The wind on a summer night is not cold, but it still feels eerie and cool when it blows on people's skin, especially in a small French town like Bosnia-Herzegovina, where there is not even a ghost on the streets at night. Mu Qingcheng carried a bag of canned French red wine in one hand and walked through the dimly lit narrow street.

The streets are lined with low-rise buildings, delicate and beautiful, and the French are adept at decorating their houses with flowers, either planting flowers in the green space outside the house or placing a pot of dried flowers on the windowsill. Mu Qingcheng leaned against the iron fence outside a house, and there was a small lawn inside the railing, and the cluster of rose trees in the center of the lawn was soaked in the cold night.

"If you live in this kind of place for a long time, you have to go crazy, it's too lonely!" Mu Qingcheng's dream-like eyes fell on the rose tree, and he chattered.

As if in response to her complaints, a burst of music with a strong rhythm suddenly vibrated and activated the cold night in an instant.

The sound of music leaked from the window above, Mu Qingcheng looked up, and through the window glass on the second floor reflecting the light, he could see a swaying figure, flickering and dimming. She put the bag in her hand on the ground, took out a bottle of canned wine, opened the lid, and took a sip, the strong raspberry flavor, fresh and refreshing.

Mu Qingcheng leaned on the railing like this, and continued to explore this red wine, which is known as a noble beauty, and a jar of wine quickly bottomed out, and another can was opened. She stared at the window with a little hazy drunkenness, and the figure in the window shook violently as if catharsis, messy to the point of madness, and she was dazzled. At the same time, alcohol was running through her body and limbs with the blood, and the loud music vibrated her eardrums and chest, and her irregular heartbeat. The irritability that stirred in her veins, uncontrollably, was about to burst out of every pore of her body.

Finally, after pouring the last sip of red wine on his neck, Mu Qingcheng, driven by the strength of the wine, climbed over the railing, threw the empty can in his hand towards the window.

A muffled "thud-" sound pierced the night sky. The music immediately stopped, the window was jerked open, and a figure leaped down from the air and landed firmly on the lawn beneath the window.

This sequence of actions was completed almost instantaneously. "Wow-" Mu Qingcheng's first reaction was not that he was afraid and wanted to escape, but that he admired and envied the man's ability to leap down from the second floor. Her mind was already a little confused, she completely forgot that she was in France, and blurted out in Chinese, "This hero, your light skills are so powerful, can you teach me?" Her voice was crisp and pleasant.

In fact, the small building has a low floor and soft lawn below, so jumping from the second floor is not a big deal.

"Hero" turned his back to her, silent, and Mu Qingcheng didn't bother to pay attention to him at this time, because she realized that "Hero" should not understand Chinese, and was thinking about how to express "light gong" in English.

The arm was held by a hand that suddenly stretched out, Mu Qingcheng raised his head in surprise and let out an exclamation of "ah". Standing in front of her, where is the hero, he is clearly a "vampire", and he is still a very handsome and image-oriented male "vampire". Her golden hair was meticulously combed back, her face was as white as a ghost, and her eyes were deep with red pupils, staring at her strangely. He opened his mouth, revealing sharp white teeth, blood-red lips, and terrifying blood marks overflowing from the corners of his mouth. The large black cloak was draped over his tall body, and her majestic and majestic momentum forced her legs to weaken and her body tremble.