The silent wasteland, the dark moonlight, the looming dead branches, the blood-red eyes,

A large area of gathered darkness, a woman in a trench coat, a sword glowing with silver light, and a pool of black blood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The scattered shredded hair covered the ghostly eyes, with a point of confusion, a part of charm, two parts of disgust, three parts of exhaustion, three parts of loneliness.

The person in the painting has a similar appearance and temperament to Serena, but the clothes on her body are completely different from the person in front of her.

"Is this me?" Serena said dumbfoundedly,

"Yes!"

John nodded and looked at the person in the painting intoxicatedly, this is the work he wanted most, containing the haze of his youth and the fantasy of his youth.

"Do you like it?"

"Of course!"

Serena replied reservedly, but the uncontrollable gaze of her trembling hands revealed an uncontrollable joy.

She really liked it, for hundreds of years, and never had been so crazy about wanting to possess something as she is today.

Serena exhaled softly and asked in a low voice, "She...... What is her name? ”

"Dark Angel!" John Dao,

Dark! …… Angel!

Serena meditated, and at this moment, she seemed to understand the true purpose of John's painting,

"Do you want me to be an angel walking in the darkness?" Serena muttered to herself, her hands clenched into fists unconsciously.

Unfortunately, you're looking for the wrong person!

John took the wooden frame from the corner, framed the brand-new work, placed it on the table, and pushed it to Serena's side.

"This painting is for you!"

"Give it to me?"

Hearing these three words, Serena suddenly became very strange, with exaggeration and disbelief, as if she had never been given a gift,

"Are you sure you want to give it to me?"

Serena repeated, her expression changing slightly.

"Of course!" John spread his hands and smiled, "This painting itself was created for you, so naturally it should belong to you." ”

"Yes! Thank you very much for that. ”

Serena bowed slightly, picked up the oil painting, and admired it carefully, but somehow, John clearly saw a hint of mockery in that cold face.

Who is she mocking?

Me?

John frowned, and suddenly had an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know where this sense of crisis came from.

"Your painting is very good, I'll take it."

Serena carefully placed the oil painting on the steps outside the door, turned around, and instantly entered the battle form, her light blue eyes turned into dark brown heavy pupils, and her mouth was half open, revealing two sharp fangs,

"And your blood, I will take it too."

Rumble!

The wooden table made of paulownia wood turned into pieces, and the black shadow crushed the wooden table, galloped out, and slammed into it with extremely violent force.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, John felt like he had been hit by a flying stake, his internal organs began to ache faintly, his body rose into the air, and before he could hit the ground, a snow-white wrist suddenly appeared in his neck.

The wrist was slender and white, and the roots and tendons were faintly visible, like a sixteen-year-old girl, but at this moment it lifted itself up like a steel drill, firmly fixed in mid-air, and could not break free no matter how hard it tried.

John coughed in pain, blood ran down the corners of his mouth, his cheeks became red due to congestion, and he looked at the female vampire in front of him who had completely changed her appearance, dazed and puzzled,

"Why...... Cough! Cough! …… Why can you come in? ”

"Didn't your mother tell you not to give gifts to night visitors, especially vampires, because ......"

"She's going to kill you."

Oh!

Serena let out an inhuman scream, punched John in the stomach, arched his body, and lifted his backhand around his neck before slamming it into the chair.

Touch!

The single chair turned into pieces in an instant,

His back slammed into the ground through the slag, and a sharp pain came, and the back of his head hit the ground, and in an instant John's head went blank, and the bandages on his head fell off, leaving the wound of the fallen horse cracked, and streams of bright red blood flowed out.

The smell of blood irritated Serena even more, her face turned snow-colored, her pupils were abrupt, her eyes became pure black, and a pair of fangs grew to three centimeters long, exuding a bloodthirsty and furious aura.

Serena pressed John's head with her left hand and forcibly broke it to the side, exposing her unprotected neck.

The fanged mouth opened and bit down hard.

At this most critical juncture, a thunderclap exploded in his head, John suddenly regained consciousness, looked at the white fangs that were getting closer and closer, and shouted with the greatest strength in his life,

"Wait! I agreed! ”

Bite!

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

The two fangs stopped two centimeters from her neck, and her skin could even feel the warm breath coming out of her mouth.

John breathed heavily, and at this moment, in the face of the dazed crossing, the panic before dying, and the joy of escaping, three completely different emotions were intertwined, and he suddenly made a move that could not be replicated in his eternal life.

He turned his head, held the horrible face in his hands, and kissed it fiercely.

The two lips are like two staggered straight lines, pushed by external forces, and finally butt together, one is cold, the other is moist and hot, leaving no gaps in the mottled wall shadows.

Serena froze completely, her head losing all intuition for a moment, and it wasn't until the warm touch and her tongue lingered on each other that she came back to her senses.

"You ......"

She was about to speak, but she was blocked by a bloody lip after she said only one word.

A strange sensation came from the tip of the tongue and quickly spread to the whole body, and the body instantly softened, like soaking in a comfortable hot spring, not wanting to move, just wanting to prolong this moment forever.

Serena wanted to refuse, but her body and mind rejected the idea in her head, and more importantly, she didn't hate the handsome man in front of her, who was a little shameless but full of talent, and even liked it a little.

The sharp fangs are gone, the pupils have changed back to their original light blue, and before you know it, the ugly vampire is gone, leaving only a perfect goddess.

Slowly, Serena tried to respond to the other, and despite the shyness in her heart, she was really greedy for this strange feeling that she had never experienced before, until she felt the cold wind blowing on her back.

Serena woke up suddenly, and when she saw her bare breasts and two unruly hands on it, she screamed, and her little face suddenly turned red, and even her neck turned pink.

She hurriedly got up, glared at John fiercely, and hurriedly lifted up the corset that had been untied at some point, covering the two snow-white temptations.

"You ......"

Serena's face was full of shame and anger, and she wanted to fight back, but looking at the blood-stained face, she didn't beat or scold, she didn't know what to do when she stood there for a while, and in annoyance, she stomped her foot and ran out directly.

"And so it goes."

John clutched his chest and stood up, looked at the dark night outside the door, and said to himself,

"At least close the door!"

A moment later,

Call! A cool breeze blew, and Serena returned, and under John's bewildered gaze, she bit her finger and smeared the blood on the wound on his forehead, and then left without looking back.

This time it's really gone.

John leaned against the bookshelf and looked at the door for a full hour, until the wound on his forehead was completely healed, and he did not see her return.

What is this?

A kiss to settle the country?