The black moonlight of the sickly male protagonist escaped again

Chapter 17 The Woman Behind the Glass Window

Seeing his furious appearance, Su Baixi opened his mouth to explain, but after opening his mouth, he didn't know what to say, closed his mouth again, and lowered his eyes.

"Bai Xi, you did go too far today."

Xiao Shuhan turned around and walked out of the room, slamming the door.

Su Baixi pursed her lips, threw the pillow on the ground, sat by the window sill, and looked up at the moonlight in the sky.

If it were him, he would listen to her patiently, then rub her head and tell her, "I believe in you."

"I never came here to uphold justice, but to support her."

This is what he said most often.

When she followed him as a blood servant, there were always voices of making things difficult and jealous around him—as a blood servant, she seemed to have too many privileges.

No one else can touch her, even he seldom hurts her; she can have her own free time to go out and play in the world, as long as she can come back on time; she was taught fighting ability by him personally, so that the ability can be seen by the naked eye to increase rapidly; She can even be held in his arms, and this privilege is a power that even the most honorable duchess in the vampire world cannot have.

Others make things difficult for her a lot, and she is not soft-tempered herself. Once she is bullied, she immediately steps forward to argue or fight directly.

Once such a thing happens, he will rush over immediately.

"If she is right, you will be sentenced directly. If she is wrong, I can make a wrong decision, and you will still be sentenced."

Every time something happened, he didn't even ask about the process, he directly blocked her behind and took her hand, announced it in public, then took her away, and asked her in private.

If she did something wrong, this will tell her little by little what the rules of the blood clan are.

Su Baixi stood there and lowered her eyes.

The two of them don't have a feeling that they don't compare, but once they compare, it's a world of difference.

At the same time, the blood race world.

The whole room is huge.

The light was not turned on, and the only source of light on the left and right was a candle in the corner.On and off, the illuminated room flickers on and off.

A figure stood in the room.

He was wearing a pure black dress, with half of his body in light and the other half in darkness.

It's exactly the same as himself - wandering at the junction of light and darkness, enjoying himself leisurely and with ease.

The lower half of the body is integrated into the darkness, as if the whole person is integrated with the darkness.

In the dimly lit room, you can barely see the furnishings in the room—several huge bookshelves, a bookcase, and the walls are full of photos.

The edge of the photo was inlaid with a gold frame, reflecting a layer of cold luster under the dim light.The image on the photo is faintly visible.

So many photos, in fact, all of them are a woman.

He stood in a corner of the room, his head bowed, holding the handle of a knife.

The knife is extremely light, you can't even feel the weight in your hand, but the blade is extremely sharp.Under the illumination of the candlelight, there was a cold light.

Back then, when the little girl slayed the Titan giant ape for the first time, she was so frightened that her complexion turned pale and her hands trembled in the face of such a huge monster.

After all, those things are two stories high, with hideous faces and huge steel nails on their heads, most people would be frightened and fainted immediately when they saw them.

That night, she was so frightened that she couldn't sleep all night, she huddled under the quilt and sweated profusely, screaming louder than the other, and he couldn't coax her well no matter what.He had no choice but to hug her and sleep with her.At any rate, she survived the first night in his arms.

It has been like this for several nights in a row, but this is not the way.He has to do a lot of things at night, so he can't be with her all the time.

After realizing it, she hugged the gift he gave her in her arms.

That knife was specially designed by him and given to her after he found someone to forge it.

It's a bit like a Japanese samurai sword, but it's very light. The handle and the tip of the sword have been slightly changed, and it looks like an ancient Chinese long sword.It's actually a bit nondescript, but it's because it was processed and modified to refer to her own physical fitness and attack strength. To be precise, this knife was created especially for her.

She slept with the knife in her arms, and she slept peacefully.

But after she fell asleep in the middle of the night, she was likely to move around, so that the blade in her arms came out of its sheath and hurt her.For this reason, he specially found someone to make a beautiful small lock, and rebuilt the knife and scabbard to ensure that when she slept at night, the knife would not slip out of the sheath and hurt her.

Sure enough, the knife never drew out once at night and hurt her.

When she was sleeping with the knife in her arms because of fear, he would choose to lock the scabbard with a small lock to ensure that she would not be harmed, instead of yelling at her like Xiao Shuhan.

He tolerated all her imperfections without a bottom line.

Fear of fear, coquettish and greedy, playful and lazy, and things that are obviously useless in the middle of the night but still require a sense of ritual.

Like holding this knife.

Zhuo Fan took a pure white soft cloth, carefully wiped the sharp edge of the knife, and then polished the edge of the knife with oil.The whole movement is extremely light, very careful, completely treating a treasure-like attitude.

When she left, she didn't take the knife with her, and left it in the Blood Race Realm.The first time he came to her room after waking up, he saw the knife.

All her belongings remained, only this knife was what she carried with her every day, something he thought she liked.

He still remembered the pain in his heart when he saw the knife for the first time.

It was no easier than the knife she stabbed her, and even more painful.

It's like quenching ice.

He thought she would like it, he thought she would be even half emotional, he thought she would be a little bit, even a little different, even a little bit emotional because it was a gift from him.

But she didn't.

After so many years, the knife still has no signs of rust, and it is still as sharp as ever.

The wall in front of him was covered with her photos.

After wiping, he put the knife back into the scabbard, took a step back and looked up at the photo with a dazed expression on his face.

This is his study room, and the orders worth tens of billions or hundreds of billions are all signed here.

In other words, the extremely dirty, extremely large, and extremely dark families and transactions behind him were all carried out here.

This is his last secret place, the only unbreakable weakness in his heart, and it is also the place he never reveals to anyone.

But there are pictures of her.

Those who eat ice cream under the sun, those who stand in the garden under the sun, those who wear a dark red velvet nightgown in the middle of the night and lie on the bed and sleep soundly, get up quietly in the middle of the night and go to the storage room to steal ice cream, looking around like thieves of
It's all about her.

It's not perfect, it's not as lofty in the eyes of ordinary people, and even many of them are mistakes that ordinary girls will make.

Greedy, stealing snacks, sitting in the sun to be lazy, and occasionally letting go of my own petty temper.But he recorded them bit by bit and hung them all over the wall.

Standing in the sun, wearing a pure white silk dress, holding an ice cream and smiling happily, there is even a little milky white trace at the corner of her mouth.

He looked up and stared at the photo with a dazed expression.

(End of this chapter)