Ogud stretched out his slender hand and gently hugged his mother.

Eliza hugged him back, "You're going to die, Ogude, listen to me and try to accept their blood, okay." ”

The man smiled lightly, his thin lips outlining an elegant arc, "You don't have to worry about me, her charm is not so great, my life has only come a short time." ”

Lady Eliza shook her head, "No, you're lying to me, dear. ”

Ogud didn't speak, and the hand on his mother's back was almost transparent.

Shen Mubai was shocked by something.

No wonder she always feels that something is wrong, the male protagonist has hardly drunk human blood over the years, let alone a drop, not even half a drop.

"Listen to me, Ogude, I'll prepare you a lot of blood." Lady Eliza said, and stood up tremblingly.

Since then, fresh blood has been brought in every morning at the manor.

The maids were placed on the table, without the slightest suspicion, and they were immersed in the seductive charm of men.

But Ogud did not touch the blood, and his skin grew paler and paler, like a human being who had no sunlight all day long, sickly and lonely.

There were fewer and fewer servants on the estate.

Lady Eliza did not let the blood be sent, and in her twilight she came to see the child for the last time.

As a mother, she didn't cry this time, but looked at Ogud and sighed, "Promise me, it's okay to get out of here." ”

For vampires, they live far longer than humans and are also dangerous.

Because vampires have to constantly change their identities in order to reduce the danger of not being detected.

Ogud did not speak.

Lady Eliza was disappointed, but she respected her child's choice, "She won't show up." ”

Ogud lowered his eyes slightly, and under his pale skin, pale green tendons loomed, "I love you very much, and I love her very much." ”

Lady Eliza covered her lips and hugged her child.

The last servant of the manor was dismissed.

The man tended to the rose beds in the garden, pruning one branch a day and inserting it in a vase in the room.

He began to eat less and less, and where there was sunlight, he gradually stopped treading on it.

His skin became paler and paler, and sometimes he sat there, but it gave the impression that he was still painting.

Shen Mubai was standing on the side, she was a God's perspective, and the other party would not see what she said or did.

When the hands reached seven o'clock, the man got up, and after a while, went downstairs in full clothes.

Didn't eat today, and just opened the door and walked out into the garden.

But I don't know what the reason is, the unlucky Ogud rarely touched the sun so early.

A small corner of the sky was revealed, and the golden light fell on the horizon, just enough to hit the rose garden.

Shen Mubai raised his eyes and looked at it, and naturally felt that he couldn't pick today's roses.

However, Ogud did not hesitate at all, not even pause, and walked in that direction.

The man bent down slightly, and his slender fingers reached out to a rose that was blooming brightly, it was very beautiful, with a few drops of dew, as if it was a little shy to bloom its beauty.

The shredded sunlight fell on the pale skin, and the hand that cut the stem trembled imperceptibly.

The expression on Ogud's face did not change, his gaze drooped, and he picked up the rose as unhurriedly as usual, and then turned around.

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