He didn't speak, he grabbed the girl's shirt and brought her to him, and the coldness and dead silence instantly wrapped around her limbs.

The young Bloodclan lowered his eyes slightly, sniffing lightly at her neck, as if he could smell the smell of blood under her texture, and when the tip of his nose touched her skin, his calm expression was instantly replaced by hideousness, he opened his mouth, revealing a pair of long, sharp fangs on his upper jaw, and a bloodthirsty red light crossed his eyes, and in Wen Cha's frightened eyes, he stabbed the fangs into her neck.

Wen Cha only felt cold all over, blood continued to flow down the arteries in her neck, and the cold breath of the blood clan soaked into her internal organs, drowning her whole person in a haze.

She was confused, as if she had a dream, immersed in the illusion of the fragrance of roses, and could not come back to her senses for a long time.

The pain in the neck is only for a moment, and the rest is all the mysterious idea of wanting to contribute herself to the devil, and the body seems to be a different person, this person is willing to let the blood clan erode him, whether it is blood or body, all can be unreservedly dedicated, as long as the man on the body is happy, she is willing to do anything, even if it is to pay for her own life.

Wen Cha was frightened by this brainwashing thought, this Nima is Stockholm syndrome, right?

The appetite of the blood clan is huge, and the more he goes to the back, the more Wen Cha can't control his thoughts, and soon faints due to excessive blood loss.

The girl's soft body was caught by a pale hand, and the blood as sweet as a rose awakened the blood clan who seemed young but was actually extremely old, and his eyes shimmered with a dignified light, as if he had untied the heavy shackles that had been wrapped around him for thousands of years.

Every clan has its own singer.

The first time they see the singer, they can determine her identity.

The singer is the only person in this world who can awaken the cold heart of the blood clan, and the only existence that makes the blood clan unable to control his emotions.

The young bloodclan raised his head with difficulty, painfully and reluctantly put away his fangs, and the expression on his face was restrained and almost hideous.

Sharp nails sink into the palms, and it is more painful to want a Bloodline to let go of his singer than to kill himself.

The young Bloodclan put the girl back on the bed and licked the wound on her neck, and it didn't take long for her skin to heal.

He stood up, took a deep look at Wen Cha, and quickly jumped off the balcony like a ghost.

The curtains flicked lightly to restore calm, and outside, the moonlight peeked out of the clouds, shrouding the whole city in a faint silver white.

Wen Cha had a strange dream.

She dreamed of a gorgeous castle full of roses, white roses everywhere, elegant and beautiful blooming in the forest, she stood in the garden picking flowers, accidentally pierced her fingertips by flower thorns, a man in a black windbreaker suddenly walked out of the castle, instantly walked to her side, picked up her arm, and kissed her gently on her blood-beaded fingertips.

His expression was cold and rigid, but there was a trace of piety for no reason, so gentle that it made people's scalp tingle, making her hate and fear.

She tried to withdraw her hand from him, but when she looked up, he turned into a monster with a blue face and fangs, and pounced on her with his bloody mouth open......

Wen Cha screamed, and woke up from his dream covered in sweat, it was already dark outside, and all kinds of sounds filled the streets.

She reflexively touched her neck, and when she found that there was no wound on her neck, she thought that last night was just a fantasy.

But she knew no.

It was all true, like the faint scent of roses floating with the curtains, all of which reminded her that she could no longer make a fool of herself.

The Bloodline really exists, and has already set his sights on her, and last night, he had already sucked her blood, as for why he didn't suck her dry, maybe he wanted to raise a mobile blood bank for himself.

Because she was too frightened, she was not in a good state.

She got out of bed, changed her clothes and walked downstairs, Jacqueline was already out of the house, the bag on the sofa was missing, and the umbrella at the door was missing.

"It's going to rain in the morning," said Mrs. Affled, talking to her as she watered the flowers next door, "I wonder if Jacqueline got out in the rain when she went out?"

"Probably not." Wen Cha smiled, "She brought an umbrella. ”

"That's good," lamented Mrs. Affled, "it's finally raining again in Arr, and this is the first rain of the year."

Wen Cha nodded, "It won't be the last." ”

"I hope so," said Lord Alfred, who didn't hold out much hope, "Arl is a city of flowers and a city of sunshine, and one rain a year is good." ”

Indeed, it rarely rains in the city of Ar, and all the water for watering flowers is brought from the Dudu River, which is rare because the climate and soil here are very suitable for growing flowers, and it has also achieved the reputation of the flower capital.

Otherwise, no one would want to be neighbors of the City of Eternal Night.

Wen Cha and Mrs. Alfred had a few words, then went back to the room to pack up their hoes, intending to weed in their own flower fields.

When she went out, Sergeant Andre looked at her a few more times and said worriedly: "My Xiaoming tea, you should rest in the house today, instead of going out to do farm work, your face is too bad."

Wen Cha smiled at him, "I'm okay sheriff, it's just that I didn't have a good rest last night, and I will be back to normal after a while." ”

"That's a shame, you've missed a sleepy night."

Wen Cha couldn't cry or laugh, and went to the flower field with a basket of pastries and fruit tea.

Each flower farmer in Aarle has its own flower field, just like a farmer grows food, and the flower field is also planted with a variety of flowers.

The original owner planted the unique bowl mouth red rose of Ar City, this kind of Saga rose bud is as red as blood, when in full bloom like a bride's wedding dress, the petals overlap, slim, beautiful almost breathtaking.

The flowering period of the Saga rose is very long, although it cannot be compared with the vine moon season, but it is full of surprises, the flower buds are large, the flowers are extremely vivid, and when they bloom, the color will change from bright red to black red, this color is extremely rich and the color is exclusive to the nobility.

The growing season of Saga roses is in spring and summer, and they can be picked at the summer solstice, and a new batch can be planted at the end of summer.

Now is the flowering period of roses, and warm tea will go to the flower field to look at it as long as there is time.

There are also some ginger flowers around the flower field, and now it is in the flowering season, and many buyers come to negotiate the price.

Ginger flowers have a very short shelf life, only one day for a flower, which is extremely demanding for transportation, so it is sold in the city of Arles, and only those who love it will buy it.

In the whole city of Arles, only Wen Cha and two other flower farmers will grow this delicate flower.

After Wen Cha negotiated the price with two of them, he carefully harvested the blooming ginger flowers and told each other the secret recipe for preserving the flowering period, and earned a small amount of money.