The Blood Hourglass

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"What? Didn't you say that you have no relatives? When did you have a brother?" He asked curiously.

"I just found it the night before, do you have any comments?" I asked unceremoniously.

"I don't have any opinion, I'm just very interested, what will the big brother of a girl like you look like!" He laughed.

"I don't want to bother with you. If you want to know, just ask Sinmo. He knows how my brother looks like. After all, they have been together for hundreds of years." The more he wants to know, the less I will tell him. Even at this moment, in my heart, I can see my brother's delicate and white face so clearly, but his blue eyes are shining with red light.

"Just forget it, what's the big deal." Seeing that I didn't want to tell, he had no choice but to say. But I think from my previous words, as long as he is not a real fool, he should have noticed something, after all, I only went to one place the night before.

"Don't move!" With him there, I can't calmly appreciate the beauty of nature, so I plan to go further and continue to enjoy the comfort just now, but he suddenly stopped speaking loudly.

"Do you think I will listen to you?" I said coldly, then turned around casually. Only then did I realize that while he was talking to me, he was always painting. I have stood there for so long, and it has given him a great opportunity to paint.

"It's fine anyway, now you can do whatever you want." He said as he put away the paintbrush in his hand, his face was triumphant, as if showing off his victory.

"Have you painted your face?" I asked coldly with extreme contempt.

"The one with a face will be painted next time, this one is already perfect." He turned the painting around and showed it to me with a wicked smile.

"This is also called painting?" He painted really well, but I don't intend to be used to give him a good face.

"I'm a top student in our department, don't doubt my vision!" He continued to laugh.

"Where can your vision of only 20 years go!" I laughed arrogantly.

"It seems that I didn't paint your face, so you are upset! A girl is a girl, and I thought you would be different! It made me happy for a long time." A gloom flashed across his face. Then the extremely playful Gu Zuo said disdainfully.

"I'm so sorry to let you down!" I saw human weakness with my own eyes just now. When others stabbed their own wounds or weaknesses, they would avoid them unconsciously. So there is no need for me to fight with him anymore. I am a vampire, but sometimes I really hope that I am a human being, and he is a human, but he has always admired the vampires. In this regard, we are very similar, but the difference is that I can face honestly. Regarding his own thoughts, even if I yelled at the sky, "Please turn me into a human being!" It would not be possible, but he never dared to say, "Turn me into a vampire Come!" Although there are people with this ability around him, although it may not be impossible to achieve it.

But it is precisely because of this that humans are humans. If humans are really wantless, the four are empty, and everything in their eyes is no longer everything, then this world will not be full of gods, Buddhas, and those who do not. The existence of meaning, such a world will still make me nostalgic, will such a human being still be what I want to become?

Suddenly he smiled faintly in his heart, and felt endless happiness. Now I have them by my side, whether they are humans or ghosts, and no matter how they get along, but they gave me a home, no matter how you look at it, it can’t be said to be a normal human family, but they care about me and treat me. There is no trace of falsehood in his love, so I did not leave last night.

Maybe sinmo would never know. If I were the lonely me a few years ago, I might really go with the guy named Thrall, even if he gave me a pseudonym, and what he said like me might just On a whim, it is more likely that he was sent by the Demon Party to kill me. I don’t care about these, because I was a person without a trace of happiness at that time. Such a person is the same everywhere, and will not get worse, but there are It may get better, so such people prefer to explore the unknown. But now I have tasted the sweetness of happiness, like an addicted drunkard, unable to extricate myself, even if this is my fall as a vampire, even if the future has more cruel punishments waiting for me than before, I still keep going like this Indulge, but it's not that I don't care, but that I don't have the cold reason to care at all.

Who told them to be my endless happiness now.

Volume Two The Vampire Family [End]

The Mob is always the most controversial organization in this group of vampires. A senior believes that it is composed of a trace of psychopathic nobles, so everything it does is unexpected and goes against the laws of nature. . For example: eating all humans.

After eating all the human beings, what to eat after that, is it really necessary to catch birds and mice? But it has continued to the present, and it has grown stronger, becoming a vampire organization as powerful as the Mi Party. And is the fundamental difference between the Mo Party and the Mi Party really just because of different principles of life?

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