Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

Chapter 77

Instead of the dark cave plants, only some glowing plants provide a glimmer of light here.

But darkness is not a problem for blood races with natural night vision.What's more, in this deep valley, where the blood pool is located, there is a natural mineral that is basically accompanied by all blood pools, which will provide them with enough light.

According to my uncle, Diolot's recovery in the blood pool is very good, and the wounds on his face have healed, and he only needs to reshape his face.

He couldn't wait, and began to look forward to the appearance of that person.

But at the same time, he also felt a kind of fear and anxiety that can only be felt in dreams, so that he had an inexplicable resistance to the destination he was about to reach.

What did he look like, why did he become like that, what was the real situation, he wanted to know——

But he was really scared.

Stepping on the cold and damp mossy ground, the surrounding light began to light up slowly, and small clusters of ore could be seen on the surrounding ground, glowing red like beautiful crystal stones.

It was extremely quiet in the deep valley, only the sound of dripping liquid from the pool of blood echoed in the air, and it was extremely quiet.

The blood pool is similar to a small pond that has accumulated water for a long time in a depression in a canyon.The accumulated blood water will induce the surrounding rocks to deteriorate, producing crystal-like minerals. The minerals will slowly corrode under the washing of the blood water, and the pool will expand even larger.After thousands of years, small puddles will become lake-sized pools, and some are even larger than lakes.

When they arrived at their destination, the pool of blood was quiet, and so was the body soaked in the pool.

That scene was not beautiful, on the contrary, it was weird and terrifying.A lake full of blood-like bright red liquid is clustered among the crystal clear minerals that exude a strange light. There is a snow-white naked body half-submerged in the liquid, and its motionless appearance looks like a bloody pool of floating corpses. and terrible.

That's the way it is in the blood race world.Behind the most extreme beauty lies absolute horror.

Uncle's cane made a moderate sound on the ore. "Diolot, Ronald is here to see you."

The body didn't move, he watched for a long time before he noticed that he moved slowly in the pool of blood, his body sank, and then he stood upright in the pool.

The long black hair clinging to the snow-white torso was slender and thin, but it looked unexpectedly beautiful, and the arc of the body revealed an indescribable charm.

He stood with his back to him, blood-colored water slowly flowing down from his body, revealing an astonishingly white skin, which glowed faintly against the background of the luminous ore.

Embarrassment and surprise coexisted in his heart, because his uncle's words were able to get his response.This change made him so happy that he forgot the inexplicable coldness and fear that accompanied him from the beginning to the end, and was still deeply entangled in his heart.

"Diolot..."

He took a step forward, but could only stop in front of the ore.The minerals derived from the ancient blood pool are of amazing quality, turning the blood pool into a territory completely inaccessible to outsiders.

The man didn't respond to him, he seemed to lower his head, silently looking at the water surface of the pool of blood.Are you looking at your own reflection?But the blood can reflect his face, is it as bloody and terrifying as the one he saw when he self-harmed himself?

"Diolot, we're here to pick you up..." He yelled again unwillingly, hoping to get a response from that person.

Then, he didn't disappoint, shortly after finishing this sentence, he heard a strange voice in the silent valley that didn't belong to his uncle, whom he didn't know well, or anyone who came, but it was exceptionally pleasant to hear.

"...Ron..."

"... Ronald..."

As clear and moving as moonlight, as melodious and gentle as night wind.

The joy in his heart at that moment was indescribable.

"Dior, you're finally okay..." He could still recall his original appearance, but at this moment he had already called his name.

Maybe he really doesn't matter.

"...Yes...it's okay..." The man replied softly, his tone was a little erratic, as if he was still confused.

"Dio, come on, let's go back." He held out his hand. "Go back to Malfahorn and everything will be fine."

"...are you alright?" asked suspiciously.

"Yes, it will definitely get better." He was heartbroken by his tone, knowing that the pain he couldn't forget was still haunting him.But, they've got a fresh start now, haven't they? "We'll be together from now on, Dio, and I'll be with you."

But he didn't move.

"Strigoi are all liars." That sentence was extremely clear and decisive, and the tone was quite cold.He was startled when he heard it, and subconsciously looked at his uncle next to him, and there was a slight trace of emotion on his face.

"...Dio, we won't lie to you." He tried his best to keep smiling. "We will not be separated." Uncle said, he is his "lover".

"—we cannot be separated."

Perhaps it was such words that moved that person.He saw that plaster statue-like body began to move slowly, as if it was about to turn towards him.

"...No separation... Absolutely?"

"Absolutely." He said loudly and firmly. "No matter what the situation, I will never abandon you like they did!"

"...Even if it ruins your appearance?"

"That's the past, Dior. Your face is already..." "Even if it's not the same as it used to be?"

When he interrupted him, his tone seemed a little hasty, as if he wanted to get some proof.He nodded, though puzzled. "Of course...whatever you look like won't change that, Dio—"

The body that was about to turn around stopped again in the middle.

"You're lying," he said.

He looked at his uncle in astonishment and doubt, he didn't know how to respond to his inexplicable and subtle hostile words.

As if sensing his embarrassment, the uncle spoke slowly. "Diolot, you have to have confidence in yourself."

His uncle's words made him a little puzzled.But he felt that there was nothing wrong with saying that. "Yes, Dio, have some confidence in yourself..."

"The blood race loves beauty." His hand lightly slid across the quiet water surface of the blood pool, the pale white against the bright red, such a strong visual impact was a little hard to bear. "Are you the same, Ronald?"

What does such endless words imply?He was dazed and dazed, and the violent beating heart in his chest made it difficult for him to breathe, as if something was hitting his deep soul.So frightening and unsettling.

"...Why...you say that..."

"I heard it." He turned around slowly, revealing his pale and thin chest, but his long hair was still glued to his face with blood, making it difficult to see his appearance. "How beautiful is that person?"

"……Who?"

"[The King's Servant]."

He froze all over, and then looked at his uncle beside him with absolute disbelief. "uncle……"

Sil closed his eyes lightly. "He recovered faster than expected." That's why he was able to leave the blood pool ahead of time.The blood of the Fanzhuo clan cannot be underestimated.

The horrified eyes slowly turned back, and he no longer had the courage to look at the face with blurred hair.

The familiar terror finally spread throughout the body like a toxin.

"Dior...you don't have to believe..."

"I will be more beautiful than her." The man suddenly interrupted him with a strange tone, then raised his hand and slowly stretched towards his face.

This scene repeated in his dream several sleepless and terrified nights.

"I'll be more beautiful than she... Ronald. I'll be more beautiful than them all."

He has a beautiful mouth that is bright red like blood slightly raised, exposing sharp and sharp fangs.He has slender and slender snow-white fingers, as soft and delicate as white porcelain jade.He has skin as delicate as snow, silk and ivory, a beautiful and intoxicating body, a purity that cannot be concealed by blood, and a demon that is incomparable to darkness.

"Will you accept me then, Ron?"

He slowly brushed away the black hair sticking to his face with his art-like hand, and wiped away the cold blood drops on his palm, finally revealing a complete——

beautiful, feminine, suffocating,

—the face of a woman.

No.18 The crime of going into exile at the end of the night【Part [-]】

The early morning light that pierces through the fog gently envelopes the Thames.It was still early in the morning, and West London still maintained its elegant and aristocratic quietness. Occasionally, the vehicles passing by the street were low-key and did not make too many noises.

There was already a slow flow of people in Hyde Park. Old people doing morning exercises and students studying in the morning, including those who took their pet dogs for a walk after breakfast, tacitly kept the place as quiet as ever.

In a residential area not far from the park, various sun-loving green plants are planted on the balcony of a small second-floor building. They are working hard to photosynthesize and stretch their leaves in the early morning. The misty sunlight coated is as bright and soft as honey.

Heidena Elizabeth watched the maid pour the brewed black tea into the gold-plated bone china teacup in front of her. On the tray next to her were freshly baked lemon honey cookies, which exuded a fresh fragrance along with the grass and trees in the peaceful morning. .

Heidena stretched out her hand to pick up the teacup gracefully, but before the warm porcelain touched her beautiful lips, there was a knock on the door.

"Madam, two guests wish to see you."

She put the teacup back in place calmly and put her fingers back on her lap.