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The old leather strip stepped on the severed finger on the ground, shook the blood on the scissors, and said, "Little sister, are you one step closer to humanity, aren't you happy?"

Xi Yao couldn't answer, she was trembling with fear, she couldn't do anything but cry and let out a painful wail. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old leather strip threw away the scissors, looked at Xi Yao, and said, "Let my uncle take a good look, there is still something that needs to be rectified and corrected." ”

"Little sister, don't cry, uncle isn't here, he won't leave you alone. The old leather squatted down and wiped a handful of Xi Yao's crying eyes, but the tears were not wiped away, but a handful of Xi Yao's own blood stains, which really helped more and more.

The old pimp got up and walked back and forth, Xi Yao's crying made him a little annoyed, his thoughts were disturbed, he finally slapped his thigh and said with a smile, "Come to think of it, the most disgusting thing about vampires is the throat and esophagus, which are obviously used to drink water and eat, but they are used to drink blood!"

The old pimp said as he pulled out a hook from a pile of toolboxes, which was clearly something used to hook goods on the construction site, such a thick thing, but he had to use it to hook out the vampire's esophagus, and it pierced into the chest, not to mention the esophagus, the entire internal organs would be ripped out.

Xi Yao saw the old leather strip approaching, she kept shaking her head, her helpless and frightened eyes staring intently at the hook in the old leather strip's hand, she regretted it, she should have prayed for a silver bullet to end her humble life in the first place. Why did she follow him to this place? Obviously, she had no choice, and even if she refused, she would be brought here, just by a different route.

The old leather strip grabbed Xi Yao's shoulder with one hand, there was too much blood on her body, he couldn't see it clearly, he could only operate by feeling, the tip of the hook was against Xi Yao's skin, she felt a tingling pain, the sharp horn had pierced her neck, not the position of the esophagus, but the position of the trachea.

Xi Yao breathed rapidly, she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly, she couldn't see everything in front of her, tears were accompanied by despair and horror, covering her vision.

With a "click", the hook hit the ground, and with a loud "bang", the body of the old leather strip appeared on the other side of the warehouse, and the body smashed into the iron sheet, and then slipped due to gravity.

"Die, die, give me death!!"

A young man's angry voice sounded in the field library, and then countless sword swinging sounds were heard, countless blood stains and incisions appeared on the iron sheet of the field library, and the people in the field library, whether they were nirvana people or vampires who were chained, for a while, countless blood wounds appeared on their bodies.

At the last moment when the old pimp closed his eyes, he saw a silver-haired young man, armed with two blue swords, he did not belong to the human world, he was not human, but he appeared here, in the most inconspicuous corner of the city.

Xi Yao heard that it was Fan Chen's voice, and on the two hundred and thirteenth day, he appeared. Why did she feel even more aggrieved when he appeared? She obviously wanted to see him, but she just wanted to, and she couldn't really face it. She didn't look over, she might as well die rather than be exposed to his sight like this.

Fan Chen untied the chains on Xi Yao's body, he really couldn't be indifferent, especially when he saw her so embarrassed, it was difficult for him to calm down. He didn't say anything more, just picked her up and walked out of the devastated tin yard. The corpses were no longer visible in their original form, and they could not tell who was who.

"It turns out that I don't love you, and I just knew. "This is what Xi Yao once said to Fan Chen, didn't she decide to go on alone without hesitation? Why did she appear in front of him again when she was at her worst? Why didn't she want to reject him at all? Why was she so greedy for this cold and reassuring embrace? How should that shameful and humble self-esteem be placed?

Fan Chen walked into a building, and people didn't feel strange when they saw him, but when they saw Xi Yao covered in blood, they cast puzzled eyes. He entered the door, put Xi Yao on the sofa in the living room, and turned to leave.

Such an upscale residence but no one stopped him, it means that he has been here, he entered the door without unlocking, it means that he did not lock the door, he walked around this house, he is familiar with the things in the house, it means that he lives here. But why did he live here? Didn't he go back to his own world?

If he never left, never went back, and was always by her side silently guarding her, would she be unbelievable?

The sound of running water sounded in the bathroom, Fan Chen walked to the living room, took Xi Yao to the bathroom, and put it in the bathtub, he sat on the side, and wiped the blood on her face with a towel.

She's a vampire, she can heal herself as long as it's not a silver artifact, and she's a descendant of demonic werewolves. A broken tooth can grow back, a broken wound can heal again, and a broken finger can slowly recover, but the words spoken are covered with water and cannot be recovered, how can he recover from the injuries caused?

Xi Yao looked up at Fan Chen's face, he was still the same person, he didn't like to talk. Very indifferent to everything, indifferent, indifferent, always looking indifferent, even the tenderness given to her has an icy illusion.

The clean water in the bathtub was quickly stained with blood stains on her body.

Very well, he saw that the wound on her face had basically healed, and he felt a little better in his heart. Vampires, what terrible creatures, maybe the old pimp is right, that's why the Nirvana people hate vampires, because if they are not dealt with in time or fast enough, vampires are very difficult to die, and they have the ability to heal on their own. Therefore, in addition to the silverware, they should be sent to death quickly, so that they will die before they have time to heal.

Fan Chen put down the towel and put Xi Yao's hand on the edge of the bathtub, he didn't speak, just looked at her reddened ten fingers, the wound was too deep and hadn't fully healed. He turned on the shower and washed the blood from her hair, and perhaps she just kept quiet, like a doll, for she was always disobedient, doing things that made him angry, saying sad things, and being willful that no one would refuse.

He pressed the metal button at the bottom of the tub and let go of the water, leaving the house with only the sound of the water flowing, not the voice of the speaker. He dried her hair, he stood up, took a bath towel and wrapped it around her, and led her into the bedroom.

He put down a clean piece of clothing, went out of the bedroom, and closed the door.

Xi Yao looked at her fingers, it will take a long time for the bones to grow back. She felt that the pain was no longer in her fingers, but in her heart, but what about the boy outside? How much did his heart hurt?

Xi Yao took off his wet clothes and changed into the clothes left by Fan Chen, it was his clothes that covered Xi Yao's thighs, she didn't know how long he had been in the human world, but she knew that he seemed to have adapted to life here, more than she did.

Xi Yao climbed into bed, she hugged the soft quilt sideways, looking at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, today is Christmas. A few hours before, she had thought that Christmas would be her death day every year, but no one would worship her.

Xi Yao's face was hidden in the quilt, and she sobbed quietly, not daring to make too much noise. She didn't understand what good things she had done in her previous life, she would meet such a person she didn't understand, she was so bad, why didn't he give up on her, was it because of the curse of love?

Xi Yao didn't know how long she had been crying, she hadn't been lying on a decent bed for a long time, hadn't covered a normal quilt, and hadn't slept peacefully. Since leaving Yingzhu High School, she has been very busy every day, and every night has been rushed.

The pattern on the tiger's mouth on Fenchen's left hand swam actively, whose dreams were so disturbing? He got up and walked into the bedroom again, and saw her eyes closed uneasily, her eyelashes trembling.

The spirit sword vanished again as he slipped open his palm, his fingers carefully propping her mouth open, blood dripping onto her lips, dripping onto her propped fingers, and into her restless, longing throat.

There was no superfluous emotion on his face, he was used to doing such things, and he had long been accustomed to it. He could save her again and again, protect her again and again, and pull her back from the brink of death again and again, but he could never save her soul.

Since Xi Yao and Ya Chi were inexplicated, Fan Chen was no longer sure if he still loved her, maybe he just didn't want to admit it, didn't want to face such a thing, and the forgiveness again and again never got her awakening.

He continued to cling to his idea of love, continued to protect her stupidly, she continued to do things that hurt him recklessly, she lied so much that even her dreams were all lies.

Maybe it's not a lie, she just can't sort out her own thoughts, she can't understand herself, her confusion is too thick, especially when she is with Ya Chi.

I don't know when it began, Fan Chen no longer wanted to kill Ya Chi, he knew that Ya Chi might be Xi Yao's only hope, the one who continued to love her for him.

This love is too funny, too ridiculous, like a relay race, but this part of Fan Chen is the most embarrassing one, in the middle, there is no hope of beginning, no prospect of the end, but he loves more than anyone else, and his love is heartbreaking.

Bright red blood, the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows darkened, and goose feathers and snow drifted. The floors are too high to hear the noisy and festive sounds of the streets. Whose house has Christmas songs, whose table is full of feasts, whose floor is full of gifts, whose Christmas tree is taller and more beautiful, whose door is hung with Christmas wreaths, whose window is covered with Christmas decorations.

Fan Chen withdrew his hand, wiped the blood stains from Xi Yao's lips, as if nothing had happened, and walked out of the bedroom.

When people look at the falling snow in the sky and rejoice, only the mood of the dust is the same as the dark clouds in the sky, which is depressing and dull.

Fan Chen returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, no one knew what he was thinking, including Ji Po who had been with him, no one comforted him, he was tired or not, he didn't need to stop and rest.