Vampire: Poppy's Dessert

Chapter 304


The summer air in Corfu is cool, but since returning here, Tarsen has never had a good day. He is also more afraid of being alone, and he doesn't want to give himself time to think about the past and the future.


His schedule is full, and the management of the wolf tribe is more stringent and cruel than before. Those newly transformed werewolves will be left in Corfu Island after the triple most cruel selection, and most of the others will be secretly executed.


In the past, Tarson never attended the ceremonies and entertainments, but now he will go in person. Every day, he will be accompanied by two beautiful women, each only for a day or two. Lose.


He seems to have lost the ability to be happy, can no longer get joy from pleasure, every time he wakes up from sleep because of that golden Colombina mask, and then sees strange women lying beside him, sometimes they keep Sleeping like a werewolf is unacceptable...


There are two souls living in his body, one is clean and pure, maintaining his attachment to true love, and the other is still unruly, sinking in absurdity and numbness.


In a blink of an eye, it was already chaotically at the end of summer, and one party after another was still going on.


Tonight is the dust-cleaning masquerade where he inspects the wolf clan branch in South America. False masks sway strangely under the light. There are feathers, gold inlaid, diamonds, all kinds of them, which dazzle him, but there is no such mask. Golden Colombina mask.


His wheat-colored face was covered with a black butterfly mask, and he sat languidly on the wide throne. The black royal robe was loose on his body. Even if it wasn't loose, women would always loosen it after they leaned on it. , so he was too lazy to button up the buttons, and the black brocade shirt was also unbuttoned with two buttons, one leg was unruly hitting the armrest, and the rivets on the short boots were dazzling.


A woman with a bright red mask cuddled endlessly in his arms, her waist and limbs were slender, like an insatiable snake.


Under the throne, cups of wine were intertwined, quarrels, laughter, and women's screams of reproach were hidden in the deafening music, mixing into chaos.


The woman tried her best but failed to attract his attention, and, for some unknown reason, he pushed her off the chair.


"Your Majesty?!" She grabbed him reproachfully, but he pushed him away again.


He rushed onto the dance floor like a ghost, and grabbed the woman with the golden Colombina mask.


"It's you, it's really you!" There is white hair on the forehead, the warm body temperature of the spirit race, the indifferent temperament of a vampire, a heartbeat, and a perfect chin like Chuyan.


"It's you!" He pulled her into his arms, and the two contradictory souls in his body merged into one. He sniffed her breath and trembled with excitement, "Who the hell are you? Why did you appear here?"


"The masquerade is open to anyone who wants to wear a mask."


"You came to see my jokes and want to see what I have become? You should mock me, ridicule me, and scold me, because I hurt a little girl 300 years ago! As Victor said at the beginning There was a brand mark on her neck, and I stabbed her hard in the heart!"


The corners of her lips were slightly raised, her smile was cold, and her eyes revealed a faint purple on the mask, "You drank too much, but if confession can make your heart feel better, you can continue!"


"I don't want to repent, I just want you to stay by my side."


"I can stay tonight." Her smile was always so flamboyant and flirtatious, as if she didn't care about anything.


"No!" He suddenly roared hoarsely, "I want you to stay by my side, forever! I didn't drink too much, I mean it!"


His hoarse and sad voice stopped all the laughter, and all the werewolves stared at him blankly, the music stopped, the lights flickered, and the scene was like a movie with the sound canceled, blurred and sad.


"I'm here to tell you that what you want will never exist!"


When the words fell, her voice and figure disappeared out of thin air, as if she had never been here.


He frantically reached out his hand to grab something, but there was nothing in front of him.


He blinked, suspecting that he really drank too much just now, he had hallucinations, and his ears seemed to be deaf.


In an instant, the music exploded again, and the people around were still noisy. Someone was shaking his arm. He turned his head and saw that it was the strange woman sitting in his arms, wearing a red winged mask, with a gleam in her eyes. It's all about flattery and flattery.


"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you?"


"Did you see a woman wearing a golden mask just now?"


"Golden mask?"


"Yes, she has white hair on her forehead, she is wearing a blue gauze dress, her chin is beautiful, and her eyes are a little purple."


"Does such a woman exist?" She looked around with a playful smile, "Your Majesty, if you like, I can dress up like this."


"No need!"


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The next morning, when Tarsen woke up, the life assistant who specially selected women for him brought five women with white hair on the forehead, Colombina masks on their faces, and blue veil dresses, and their eyes were all smeared. Wearing purple colored contact lenses, each of them is extremely beautiful, with a hot figure called nosebleed.


"Your Majesty, if they still can't make you happy, this subordinate will try to find another way."


"No, you did a good job, let them all stay." He sighed wearily, and found that there was a sleeping one beside him, who looked strange and piercing.


He opened his mouth, but still in a daze, "For the time being... take them out first, take them all out, give them guest rooms, money, clothes, jewelry, let them be obedient, and anyone who dares to make trouble will be killed without mercy."




(End of this chapter)