The nobleman said in a mocking tone, "The Bloods are very scary, they have hideous faces and green fangs. ”

"In fact, my castle used to be the address of the Bloodline...... Are you afraid? ”

"Huh? Is it! Don't scare me, sir! Lan Rui's little body shook, and her hand couldn't help but want to grab the immortal, as if grabbing something in her hand would give her a sense of security.

After all, the girl is most afraid of demons and monsters.

The fairy saw her outstretched hand, and said in her heart, don't suffer Lao Tzu.

She ducked.

Lan Rui didn't catch anything, turned around and glared at the immortal, pretending to be weak and failing in front of the nobles*1

The blonde aristocrat took in the interaction of the girls, and unexpectedly found that the girl hiding was a little cute.

"Just kidding, in fact, the Bloods aren't scary at all, at least they don't look scary. They are a handsome and inhuman race that can only exist in the dark. And the church that was burned symbolizes the end of a legend. ”

He smiled and continued:

"Countless years ago, legend has it that there were blood clans in Rome, disguised as merchants, elites, parliamentarians, etc., in an attempt to lead the progress of an era—the most famous of which was the tyrannical king, the Prince of Blood, Summer Night."

In the following time, the nobleman faintly told a story in a pleasant voice,

“…… The prince fell in love with an angel, but because of something that caused him to misunderstand the angel. ”

And the angel is born with the opposite position of the blood, he has his own mission to do that he cannot give up, thinking that the angel does not support his decision, but he does not know that love is enough to make people throw away all prejudices.

…… The angel finally committed suicide in front of the prince because of his arrogance and stubbornness—and his late regret caused him to burn himself in the church with his lover. ”

"At that time, a wandering painter passing by the church painted the scene of the burning of the church, and many years later, a generation of masterpieces was achieved."

"Woo woo, too, so touched!" As if sad for poignant love, the plastic flower sisters couldn't cry themselves.

But the eyeliner that hasn't been blurred for a long time, I don't know if it's because the waterproof function is too good, or if she deliberately didn't let the tears get on the makeup, and the tears flowed down the ground.

The immortal lowered his eyes, a guess rose in his heart, and asked Yinhe, "Your adult world won't be divided into two, right?" Half of it is Huo Bai, half of it is this nobleman? ”

After all, she couldn't ignore the repeated revisits and heard others tell about her life, and she always felt that this nobleman had some indescribable familiarity.

However, before the galaxy exited, a slender figure walked from the side.

The magnetic voice and the gentle drizzle tone tickle the girl's eardrums.

"Is it Miss Lin?"

Xianxian turned his head.

A young man dressed in a white casual suit stood on one side, followed by several staff members of the gallery.

He gave her a light smile, gentle and lazy.

"What a coincidence, we met again."

- Unfortunately, he made a coordinate location and came to her on purpose.

Xian Xian blurted out, "Mr. Huo." ”

Huo Bai: "Hmm. ”

The god under the skin also hummed and softly bent his eyebrows.

He asked, "Are you appreciating paintings?" ”

Xianxian nodded.

The young man turned his head and sent everyone behind him, and walked over with his legs.

I met the blonde nobleman.

The two men reached out in tacit understanding, shook it politely, and then let go.

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