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The Sixth World 3
Count Los was sitting quietly in the darkness, with an ancient book spread out on his slender legs. After years of erosion, the thick cover turned into dark red, and on the yellowed paper, the fine ancient words read. It was difficult to understand. He supported his chin with his hand, and the blood-red gemstone shone half-darkly on his little finger.
But he did not read, but quietly stared at the thick darkness in front of him.
The blinds were opened, the luxurious and heavy curtains were also widely opened, and a bright moonlight flowed into the room, but it could not dispel the eternal night-like darkness. It was like a spider's thread in a desperate situation, which not only brought hope, but also made people more sad. Feel the despair of reality.
Everyone knows that the moody and ruthless Earl of Los is especially unwilling to let others disturb him at this time, otherwise, you will have to pay the price with your life.
And as the strongest person to revitalize the vampire clan, Count Los has this ability, no matter who you are.
He looked up at the moonlight in the sky, but turned back as if he was being stung. This is not due to the moonlight. After all, as the oldest fourth-generation vampire awakened today, Count Los has the most powerful strength. He can even withstand the midday sun for more than half an hour, while the average is inferior or even average. A vampire will be wiped out in three minutes.
It¡¯s just because I don¡¯t want to give myself unnecessary hope.
After thousands of years, Earl Los sneered at his original desire for light.
The curse since Cain has given the vampires a long life, perfect appearance, and powerful strength, but it has forever deprived them of the right to face the light. This is a race that is despised by God, and it is also a race that is despised by the light. .
"Darkness is the curse that penetrates into the bone marrow of every vampire, and light is the desire that penetrates into the soul of every vampire, and the heart-wrenching nightmare.
Count Loss sneered softly, Ha, longing for light? Such an innocent wish can only be possessed by those underage vampires.
He closed the book on his knees and placed it gently on the table next to him. It was time to eat. He didn't know what the person Enrique carefully selected would be like. A trace of interest slipped through his eyes. , he stood up, walked through the dark hall, walked leisurely to the door, reached out and opened the door.
The warm and bright light in the corridor immediately illuminated half of the room, and also illuminated the face of Count Los.
He was wearing a white top with fluffy sleeves, and the collar decorated with complicated patterns was open, revealing half of his white chest. A silver belt was buckled around his waist, outlining his thin and powerful waist. He had a slender and tall figure. The fingers are slender and elegant.
His hair is as dark as night and as black as jet, his skin is pale without a trace of blood, and his facial features are as deep as sculptures. Under the Greek-style eyebrows, his eyes are pure blood color, gorgeous and evil, with the innate nobility and arrogance of a noble. Underneath, the cold madness and aloof indifference cannot be concealed.
He adjusted his sleeves leisurely, then disappeared from the spot in a flash.
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In the long corridor, silver candlesticks shimmer with warm light. The heavy curtains hanging during the day are lifted by silver hooks, revealing the long and graceful Gothic shutters. The white moonlight shines through the dark window slats. It sprinkles in and coats the precious utensils in the corridor with a fine silver edge.
The figure of Earl Los appeared in the corridor.
He walked leisurely, the moonlight reflected his elongated shadow on the carpet, and he was walking towards the room where he enjoyed the feast and desire.
Unlike other blood nobles, he is not willing to let his servants send the blood slaves to his room. It is just a consumer product that can be played with and thrown away after use. He feels dirty if it is too close to his room.
Just as he was about to approach the room, a soft and clear voice suddenly sounded in the silent corridor. The voice was hoarse and deep like a teenager, but also seemed to have the innocence and clearness of a child: "Hello."
Count Los was surprised. With his ability as the strongest person in the vampire race, he didn't find anyone nearby!
He stopped, his face remained calm, and he made an elegant gesture inviting the other party to continue talking.
A young man walked out of the darkness in the corner and stood under the moonlight. His snow-white silk shirt wrapped his slender body. The loose collar revealed his delicate collarbones. His black trousers were rolled up loosely to his calves. He was naked. My feet stepped on the thick carpet,As moist and white as a white dove.
The most strange thing is his eyes, the pupils are pitch black and bottomless, indifferent yet gentle, cruel yet innocent. And the young man was looking at him fearlessly with his eyes that seemed to be unearthly, neither panic nor awe, and so bright that they seemed to reflect the human form.
Although he is wearing the clothes of a blood slave - it does not make people feel dirty or despicable at all.
Count Loss found it very interesting. He was famous for being moody, but surprisingly he didn't feel angry at all.
"My name is Snow Mia, you can call me Snow." The young man said in the same clear and hoarse voice, and at the same time stretched out his delicate white right hand.
Snowsnow?
Count Loss smiled with interest. He also stretched out his slender hand and grasped the young man's palm that was stretched out in mid-air.
"Count de Los de Los." The low and magnetic voice was elegant and charming, as if it had the touch of velvet, and even contained a slight smile. "Hello, my beautiful little dove."
The warm and delicate touch can be felt away from the cold palm with incredible dexterity and lightness.
Count Loss retracted his palm, and the warm touch seemed to still remain on his cold and pale fingertips. He couldn't help but rub his fingers gently, as if to remove the touch from his fingertips.
"From your eyes, I saw darkness." The young man said with his clear eyes open. "Coldness spread, despair surged. - I saw the endless night." There was clear doubt in the black eyes.
"There are also roses. The indifferent flowers on the ice and snow burn like fire. They burn the pale forehead of the person wearing it. The hot blood is mixed with the cold white snow and is drank by people, dripping blood on the fiery red gems. tears."
The young man's hoarse and clear voice murmured a strange language, and the cadence was like singing a poem.
¡°I heard the sound of the wings of the angel of death flapping in the air, the huge wings flapping as if the wind was blowing from the tomb.¡±
As he spoke, he stared into the count's bloody eyes. The young man's deep eyes were like burning torches in a deep cave, like an ice pool in an abyss, or like a black lake under the strange moonlight.
Count Lose froze, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground by an extremely mysterious force, unable to move. He stared straight into those dark eyes, as if attracted by a mysterious vortex, forcing him to The deeper he looked, the deeper he looked. Those eyes were like undercurrents in a deep pool, making it impossible for him to divert his gaze.
¡°Darkness¡white snow¡roses¡blood¡
The images of hoarse yet clear words murmuring, everything flashed in his pupils one by one, intertwined and mixed together, and then reflected in his mind, the broken images flashed by frame by frame, arousing the deep sleep in his eyes. The past of thousands of years ago seems to be mixed with the future that has not yet happened.
The past and the future flashed alternately in his mind, and the flashing images were disrupted and reorganized, and finally returned to blood. The bright red teardrops shone brightly on the blood-colored rubies, and the fiery red roses burned coldly, burning out. Bright red blood.
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The roses in the hands of the mother burned together with the mother, leaving bloodstains of revenge on the snow-covered land, the father's blood and tears condensed on the flashing tail ring, and the endless dark night in the cold cemetery.
The memories that had been suppressed in my heart surged out, but fell silent again, leaving only the cold moonlight in front of my eyes.
Suddenly, a hand touched the center of his eyebrows, a delicate and soft touch, with the coolness of the moonlight, warmth and gentleness, as if afraid of disturbing the most misty dreams and deepest emotions.
The count raised his head in surprise, only to find that at some point, he was half-kneeling on the carpet, and the young man also walked up to him unknowingly, half-crouched down, and stared at him with his deep and mysterious black eyes. he. ¡ª¡ªAnd he was completely unaware and unprepared.
His jet-black hair shines with silvery white light, and the soft curves of his neck are like cold ivory statues. Under the crow-feather-like eyelashes, fluorescent lights flicker in the dark pupils, as if candlelight is dancing in the dark lake, but it is surprising. The mysterious power of softness and warmth makes people calm down slowly.
The young man tapped his eyebrows with his slender fingers. His dark eyes were reassuring. He whispered in a warm and bright voice: "May lord bless you."
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Happy New Year~Happy winter vacation~
I¡¯ve been reading too much Shakespeare recentlyI feel like my writing style has been strangely affected otz
Because of the exam, this chapter is a little short. Any doubts the little angels may have will be answered in the next chapter, so don¡¯t worry2333
Thank you little angels for the mines~
Konoha threw a mine Throwing time: 2016-01-24 01:33:52
Nanting threw a mine. Throwing time: 2016-01-24 05:06:05
Yeyushengfan threw a landmine. Throwing time: 2016-01-24 17:04:02
An Jinran threw a landmine. Throwing time: 2016-01-29 14:07:17
Continue to ask for comments and feedback (///w///) (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)p; Because of the exam, this chapter is a little short. Any doubts the little angels may have will be answered in the next chapter, so don¡¯t worry2333
Thank you little angels for the mines~
Konoha threw a mine Throwing time: 2016-01-24 01:33:52
Nanting threw a mine. Throwing time: 2016-01-24 05:06:05
Yeyushengfan threw a landmine. Throwing time: 2016-01-24 17:04:02
An Jinran threw a landmine. Throwing time: 2016-01-29 14:07:17
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