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At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Changlin heard the bell ringing from the bell tower not far away.

After eleven bells, the night fell into a dead silence again.

It's night. There's no noise. It should be a good time to sleep.

But the more quiet it was outside, Chang Lin felt more uneasy.

Curious, really strange.

Changlin was lying on the bed with his eyes open. His hands on the quilt were whitened by the white moonlight flowing in from the window.

How beautiful the moon is tonight!

Long Lin tilted his head to look at the full moon, dazed for a moment, suddenly realized what day today is.

The Mid Autumn Festival is also a full moon night.

In an old legend, the night of the full moon is full of mystery. All the evil spirits and gods will get the tidal force from the moon on this night. Whether it's a werewolf, a leopard, a vampire, a zombie, or a monster, it's hard to control because of an increase in body power that night.

But it's just an old Western legend.

In the eastern legend, the full moon night is a good day for family reunion and family harmony.

Changlin tilted his head back to lie down, and was preparing to go to bed when he suddenly remembered some elements in the house: peach wood and garlic.

He was stunned for two seconds, and then he reacted to it later. Isn't it something to prevent vampires?! Is there a vampire in this house? Or were there vampires here?

This is the East!

Long Lin did not have time to continue to divergent thinking, heard the footsteps downstairs.

"Dong -- Dong --"

the footstep is empty and powerless, but it is extremely heavy when falling down. This footstep sound is not made by human beings.

What is it?

That footstep sound has been ringing, long Lin clenched his teeth and listened to the outside. The moonlight made the whole room bright. The solemnity of his small face was stained with the moonlight and became a little pale.

The sound of footsteps outside stopped, followed by a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was very short, like some special signal or someone whispering in his ear.

In this threatening knock on the door, Chang Lin thought of the sound of stones falling into the lake. It was clear and loud. It spread ripples on the surface of the lake to attract everyone's attention. Then he slowly sank into the bottom of the lake in the eyes of the public. With the rotation of the tree rings, it became part of the mud at the bottom of the lake.

"Changlin." It's Xu Xingmiao's voice, "open the door."

Xu Xingmiao's voice is not as clear as in the afternoon, the unique cool texture in his voice is replaced by a mellow time baptism.

It's like a cup of cool fruit wine buried under the ground without oxygen, gradually fermenting, and finally reappeared in the world as an old wine.

But no matter what kind of voice, it is full of alluring charm.

Xu Xingmiao tilted his head, put his hands in his pocket, looked at the peach door with pink light, and sneered from the tip of his nose.

Chang Lin doesn't remember how he left the warm and safe bed and went to the door to open the door. When he woke up, he was already pushed against the wall by Xu Xingmiao.

Xu Xingmiao is wearing a white dress. He is shining in the dark. His dark blue eyes are shining in the moonlight.

"Hello! Long Lin. "

During the day, Xu Xingmiao's soft and cute spirit disappeared. The hormone emitted from his pores made his smile at one corner of his mouth evil.

He leaned over and grinned at Changlin's ear, "Changlin, can I suck your blood?"