Those Years When We Killed the White Lotus

In the late autumn night, there are no stars in the sky, only a round of bright moon hangs in the night sky, and the clear glow of the moonlight covers the whole earth, bringing a glimmer of light to this dark night.

Workers who have been tired for a year will go to rest early, and in places that most people don't know, a group of "people" wake up and start their lives.

In the depths of the jungle away from the city, an old castle stands among them.

On the second floor of the old castle, a young man sat at the window and admired the moonlight outside the window.

Then the bright moonlight, vaguely can see the costumes on his body, the silky white shirt is a light gray silk vest, the same color silk embroidered gorgeous dark lines on the vest, a dark gray velvet jacket, black Satin breeches with a pair of calf leather riding boots on the feet.

The whole person looks relaxed and lazy, there is a kind of casualness that can't be said, but even then, no one looks down on him, because the aggressive extravagance on his body makes people know that this is definitely not a nameless person. .

Gradually, one footstep was far and near. After a short time, the door was gently knocked three times and then pushed open. A middle-aged man walked in slowly, and his every move showed good education.

Finally, he walked over to the young man and bowed his respectfully to him. "Master, there is a visitor."

These four words made the young man frown, and his face was a little bit intolerant, but he still asked, "Which family is this time?"

"Return to the owner, this time is the toreador." The middle-aged man answered the question honestly with the question of the young man.

This answer is unexpected. He thought that the people of the Mozambican party were chattering. I didn't expect that the people who came here were actually secret parties, and they were still famous for their elegance and excitement.

"Since it is a toreador, see you." After saying this, the young man turned his head and continued to appreciate the moonlight outside the window. It seems that nothing outside the moonlight is more attractive to him.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man once again took a gift and then went out to meet the host's guests.

After a short time, the middle-aged housekeeper took a young man and walked up the second floor. He gently knocked on the door and waited for the owner's answer.

"Come in." The voice of the young man in the house took a bit of casualness, but he made a serious point later.

Even the sound is endlessly pressured, making the young man's heart more serious.

Following the middle-aged butler into the room, the young man walked quickly to the young man, kneeling on one knee. "Respected His Royal Highness, Edward Toreador is honored to have your approval to enter Fort Collins."

Young men did not speak, but a large number of people in front of themselves, gorgeous to some exaggerated costumes, a long hair with a mess, with a pair of green eyes, elegant with a bit of decadence, but Extraordinary is not annoying.

The young man still did not speak, but extended his left hand and handed it to the man who claimed to be Edward.

Seeing this scene, Edward breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out with respect to each other's hands, falling a pious kiss on the emerald ring on his index finger, and then got up under the other's gesture.

"You are very good." Looking at a little guy who was hard to learn, the young man's face showed a satisfied smile.

I was able to get such a compliment from the young man. Edward was a little excited. Today, I can see that the Highness has been very unexpected. I did not expect that he not only saw this Highness, but he also got such affirmation.

Really... It’s so exciting!

"Talk about your intentions." Because he was relatively satisfied with Edward, he was also more tolerant than before, and he did not let the other party throw it out without even talking.

Come to?

When he heard such a question from the other side, Edward groaned. He didn’t have any intentions. The only thing he wanted today is to gradually become his Highness.

He always knew that there was a noble Highness in Fort Collins. He had wanted to come to visit several times, but he was stopped by his father. Today he sneaked out.

After thinking for a long time, Edward finally decided to tell the truth, such a high-ranking superior should not like others to lie.

"I... I just heard about my Highness from my father, so I want to see my Highness." After reading this, Edward looked at the young man, with avid worship in his eyes.

However, such an answer made the young man an extraordinarily unexpected. Originally, he thought that the toreador was also in the matter. He did not expect this little guy to come to see himself.

"Sit down," Edward's words deeply plucked the young man, only to see a smile on his face, and then signaled him to sit down, "John, prepare a bottle of red wine."

Hearing this, the butler looked at Edward with some surprises, and there were not many people who could let the host entertain. This little guy is really a bit of a skill.

However, regardless of the owner's decision to entertain the little guy, as a qualified butler, he carefully executed any of the master's orders, took a gift to the young man and went to the wine cellar to collect the master's treasure.

Edward, who was hosted by a young man, was somewhat helpless. Although he had heard that the imperial bloodline was noble and noble, he had never heard of the gentleman being so approachable.

After a short time, John walked in with a bottle of red wine and two goblets, but his face was not very good-looking. Obviously, what happened during the time of taking the wine.

"Master, the Labra family Duolun visits." Butler John's impression of this Duolun is very bad, because the owner's mood will be bad after every visit, and any person who makes the owner feel bad, John will be very disgust.

"Duo Lun?" When he mentioned this person, the young man's tone was full of impatience. "He didn't come three days ago. What is it for now?"

"Master, Duolun said that he would give you a very cherished gift." For this, John sneered at it, and with the wealth of his master, anyone can say a very precious gift.

Such an answer makes young men more annoyed.

The so-called "do not smile", now Duolun is a gift, if you do not let people come in, it is in the face, but the young man really does not want to see Duolun.

"Bring people up." The helpless waver, the young man knows that if he refuses today, there will be a gap between him and the labra family.

Although he is not afraid of this, he is very annoyed with trouble.

A few minutes later, John brought a man up. This man and Edward are not a type at all. Edward is full of young vitality and his body is more slender, but this time the man is a completely different type, even if it is The clothes wrapped can also feel the strength of the muscles under the clothes. A light brown short hair appears to be a few capable and calm, and the pair of almost blue-blue eyes fall straight on the young man.

He stepped forward on one knee, but the strong young man's left hand, kissed his ring, "Good day, Your Highness."

"Good day, Lord Doron." Withdrew his hand, and the young man's eyes flashed a disgusted look. For this person, he couldn't like it.

Duolun naturally saw the performance of the young man, but he did not seem to see anything, his face still with a respectful and courteous smile.

He bowed to the young man and then pulled the young man behind him. "His Highness, this is what I told you, a very precious gift."

After hearing the introduction of Duolun, the young man’s face looked at the young man who called the gift, and his eyes gradually became unhealthy.

This young man seems to be only in his twenties. According to his clothes, his standing posture, and good manners, he can judge that this person is a good family. His body is slender and obviously not yet mature. The faint sweetness makes young men know that this youth has never been close to anyone.

What really makes young men look bad is the appearance of this person, a long blond hair, like the sea, hungry eyes, and the exquisite and unisex looks, with a bit of feminine temperament in the cold, and his impression My sister, Sheila, is almost exactly the same.

"This gift, I don't like it at all!" The cold eyes fell on Duolun, and the silver-colored pupils with the same hair color were even thinner because of anger, making people shudder.

When I heard the young man’s words, the youth’s hungry face showed a humiliating look.

Today, he was sent and sent like a gift, which has already caused his self-esteem to be hit hard. Now, this person has expressed his refusal.

This allows the youth to live with it!

"Hello, hello, I am Salman Shef Harlanett." When it comes to this, the youth tone is somewhat proud to say, "Prince of the Harlan Empire."

However, he did not know, such a proud self-introduction would only make his situation more ugly, because in the eyes of the blood family, the human aristocracy is really nothing.

The long life has allowed them to accumulate countless wealth. Anyone who enters human society is a rich and noble country.

"Duo Lun, this is the gift you sent? It seems that there is no adjustment. Teach it well." The goblet in his hand swayed, and the red liquid exudes a sweet smell with his movements.

And this words fell in Salman's ear and was not afraid of a loud slap in the face, and he told the other person that he had received such a response.

However, Salman can't do anything now because he has been abandoned by his own family and his own country, just because the man like a demon has a word, he is sent to the man like a gift. Hands.

"Just think that His Royal Highness will like it, so I will bring this little guy from the hands of humans." I looked at Salman at random, and Duolun continued. "If your Highness doesn't like it, then stay and be a blood slave." Listen to Lord John, it seems that His Royal Highness has not been sucking blood for a long time. This person should be a good blood slave."

Clean, blood is rare, such people are indeed suitable for blood slaves.

The conversation between the two people, let Salman's face paler, blood slave, the other party actually let him be a blood slave.

Although he does not know what the blood slave is, it is not a good thing to rely on that slave!

But he did not refuse the qualification, because now he is no longer in his own hands.

"Of course, I hope that His Royal Highness will take him as a descendant. After all, His Highness has been alone for so many years. It is too lonely."

Descendants?

When I heard these two words, the young man chuckled. "Descent? What do you think I need? Inno brother and Sheila sister have their descendants, but what happens!"

On the side of Edward, he heard the words of the young man, his eyes full of shocked look, and he knew the identity of His Highness.

All the blood races have always known that there is a noble Highness in Fort Collins, and then all the older blood races are ashamed of the name of His Royal Highness. He could not understand it.

Today, Edward finally understands why the older blood family did not dare to mention the name of His Highness, because he is the only surviving second-generation blood group - Ai Rand, the only one left in the three generations of the blood family!

When I heard the words of Ailand, Duolun’s face was a bit ugly. When things were not mentioned in the past, it would be a disaster.

Finally, Duolun retraced toward Ailand, and he knew that there would be no change in staying here today. It would only make this impression of him worse and worse.

"His Highness, I also said goodbye, come back to visit in the next day." After Duolun left, Edward also got up and said goodbye. Now he wants to calm down and digest the identity of this Highness. He didn't think that this Highness is actually two. Generation of blood.

When everyone left, Edward signaled that John would take him away. He didn't want to see this person, at least not now!

"His Salman, here is your room. What do you need, though, to me, of course, if you can, please try not to go out, and don't bother the owner," John said. A gentle smile, but the bottom of the eyes is a cold, "Please never make things that annoy the master, otherwise your life will be dangerous."

When he heard the first few words, Salman was very satisfied, but when he heard it, he felt a humiliation. "I am a human being, not your slave!"

"His Lord Salman, haven't you recognized your identity yet? When you sent you here, you are already the owner's blood slave, and everything will belong to the owner, if you still can't Know your identity, I will help you recognize it."

John's voice was still very gentle, but when Salman heard the words, the body shivered involuntarily.

At this time, I remembered what the man named Doron had said before.

"Be sure to obey in Fort Collins, no matter what people's orders do not disobey, otherwise, the consequences are that you can't afford it, the housekeeper is a big man. Teach people but there is a hand that won't let you die, it will only let you Life is better than death."

Thinking of this, Salman hit a chill and slowly walked into the room.

He knows that he can only compromise now, want to leave alive, and want to be free to compromise first. Only when the enemy is relaxed and prepared can he leave!

What Salman didn't know, however, was that if you didn't have the owner's approval, don't say leaving the forest, it is impossible to leave this Fort Collins.

After cleaning up the entire castle, John once again came to the room of Ailand. "Master, are you going hunting today?"

Unlike most blood races, his master does not like to confine blood slaves.

Perhaps because the power is strong enough, his owner's demand for blood is very small, but occasional hunting is enough to sustain life, and will not let the bloodthirsty nature prevail.

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"No, I am not in the mood today." Today, because of Duolun's appearance, he was full of gas, and there was still a mood to hunt.

When I heard Ailland’s words, John smiled helplessly, and took out the gray wool cloak from his closet and put it on his body. “Master, if you are in a bad mood, you have to go out and distract yourself. Otherwise, your mood will be Getting worse."

Iland thought for a moment. In fact, what John said was also reasonable. He nodded and got out of the castle.

When Iland went out today, it was not so much a hunt. It was better to say that it was a distraction. When I met someone who made him feel unhappy, it was time to go out and change his mood.

In the dark woods, there is no sound of a nightingale. This environment calms Erande’s heart.

During this time, he didn't know what happened to him. He was always impetuous, his chest was stuffy, and he seemed to be missing something, but what made him missing something, he didn't know it, he only knew that he seemed to Forgot something very important.

But the meticulous memories, these thousands of years of time turned out to be coherent, without any missing, then what is his little?

It seems that God and I have not been able to go through it. When he finally eased his mood, an "uninvited guest" appeared in front of him.

"Vampire?" The other side looked at Ai Rand, with a look in his eyes, and his tone was full of contempt, especially when he saw his young looks, not to write a bit more.

Cut, but an e, originally thought it was a big fish, it was really disappointing.

Similarly, when the other party looked at him, Eland was also looking at each other.

"Half?" perceives the breath of the other person, and Iland knows the identity of the other person in an instant, "a child born to e and a human woman."

The love of the powerful blood aristocrats, Iland, will not admit mistakes, and the breath of this half is obviously not felt by him, so it is only a moment that Iland knows the identity of the other party.

Originally, I wanted to insult Ai Rand, but I didn’t want to be humiliated by the other party’s identity. Hughes felt that there was no light on his face. He took out the gun. He did not hesitate. Ailand fired a shot.

The silver bullet engraved with the spell turned into a streamer in the moonlight and flew straight in the direction of Eland.

Looking at Ai Rand's "stupid dull" standing there, even hiding does not know to hide, Hughes' face is full of smiles.

He is a blood hunter, but because of his pedigree problems, his ability is far less than his companion. Others can already hunt higher blood groups, even blood nobles, but he can only hunt some lower blood groups or even e.

However, the next scene made Hughes know what is incredible.

The e did not dodge, nor was it hunted, but extended a hand. The hand was long and white, bloodless, and looked very weak. However, this weak hand effortlessly put the one. The silver bullet that flew to him caught in his hand.

When he is finished, he miscalculates the strength of the other side!

Now Hughes finally knows that he has miscalculated the strength of the other party. This vampire is not what e, but the blood aristocrats, at least have the strength of the count, otherwise, it is impossible to catch the silver bullet!

"It's a stupid person," looked at the person full of horror and despair in his eyes. Ailand suddenly had some appetite. "Now the position of the hunter and the prey is reversed!"

After saying this, Iland's lips slowly plunged into the other's neck. A pair of canines broke through the lips, and when he wanted to bite, he didn't know why, and there was an unwillingness in his heart.

I don't want to bite him, or I should say that the person who wants to bite is not him.

Suddenly, his heart was angry with each other, reaching out and holding the other's neck, only to hear a bang, Hughes's neck slammed, and looked at the person who had already died, Eland was like throwing a broken piece. The rags throw the people in their hands to the ground.

Forget it, go back to Fort Collins, and feel more uncomfortable outside!

What Eland did not know, however, was that after he left, a man slowly came out behind the big tree not far away.

He wore a black slim robes, a pendant with a silver cross on his chest, and his eyes were calm, giving him a breath of abstinence.

No, perhaps it should not be said that his eyes are calm, but indifferent, without the slightest temperature, and no one can stop in his pupil.

Obviously, this person is a pastor.

Looking at the blood hunts that have lost breath on the ground, he faintly said, "May your soul be with the Lord," and then look at the direction that Ilan departed.

That person... very special, especially to... letting a moment, his heartbeat seems to be different.

Blood family?

They should see each other again!

Thinking of this, the pastor also turned and left, next time, I should be able to meet soon.

When both people left, the body of the dead blood hunter slowly appeared and the flame began to ignite spontaneously. After a while, the body disappeared completely, leaving only a pile of white ash on the ground, and the wind blew as soon as the wind blew. It is.

After that, the kitten with wings always appeared in midair, watching Edward’s defense line whispering to himself, [host adult...]

Yes, this kitten is 001. Although he can't meet Lin Zikai in this world, he can't help him, but it can still be secretly done in this way. Anyway, the main system will close one eye. I don’t know what to wear.

After all, it’s a mess, and if you don’t let it do it, he’ll be uneasy.

However, now he is somewhat relieved. After a day of observation, he has already believed in the words of the host, and even if he has no memory, he can do a good job.

[Host adult, we will see you in the next world. 】 After saying this, 001 disappeared from the place.

And Eland, who had returned to Fort Collins, didn't know it at all. He went straight to his bedroom and jumped into the coffin to sleep.

The next morning, Iland woke up from the dream and felt that the whole person was in a bad state.

Yesterday I slept for the night, but I spent the whole night in a dream.

In the dream, there is always someone calling his name. Although he doesn't hear it really, he can be sure that the other party is not called Iland, but he doesn't know why. He is the absolute name of the other party. .

The voice seemed very urgent, and he was calling him again and again, so that he couldn’t help but want to respond. Dan didn’t know how to respond.

In this way, he was awake by the "nightmare" all night.

"Master, what breakfast do you want today?" Seeing Eland's downstairs, John felt a bit strange, but he went on a walk and asked what the owner wanted to eat today.

"same as usual."

When I heard Eland's answer, John went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast after the ceremony. The three-pronged lamb chops served with a special red wine, enough for the owner to have a delicious breakfast time.

Of course, this breakfast is really delicious for Iland, but it is a torment for Salman.

The three-pronged lamb chops have a strong **** smell, which makes the Salman stomach, which has not got up early in the morning, feel strong discomfort.

"His Salman, what breakfast do you need?"

"As long as it is vegetarian, anything can be done." The **** smell of the full house made Salman feel that he was going to vomit. He continued to eat vegetarian food to suppress the disgusting feeling.

Such an uncertain answer made John somewhat guilty. In the end, he was only able to give him a salad and watched the other party satisfied. John breathed a sigh of relief and was the master's butler, no matter when he was satisfied.

After breakfast, Salman proposed to go around, even if it was monitored, it did not matter, but it was rejected by Ailand.

"Why can't I go out, I am not a prisoner!" The repression of the past few days made Salman somewhat out of control, and even shouted at Eland.

For a moment, whether it was Eland or John's face was ugly.

Suddenly, Salman regretted that he still wants to leave here, how can he be so impulsive!

"Indeed, you are not a prisoner," finally, before Salman felt suffocated, Eland opened his mouth, but what he said, every word of every word stabbed Salman's self-respect, " You are just a slave, Lord Salman Shef Harlanlet, you don’t seem to realize your identity now."

Taking a deep breath, Salman regained his calmness and looked at Eland with his cold eyes. "I, Salman Shef Harlanlet, Prince of the Harlan Empire, this is forever Will not change."

Question: What is the best way to let a person surrender?

Answer: Destroy all his pride!

"Prince? Are you sure you are still a prince?" Ailand’s voice was ridiculed with a deep sneer. "Is it still unwilling to face reality now? When you were sent to Duolun as a gift, you It is not the prince of the Harlan Empire."

Ailand’s voice fell into Salman’s ear with a sly word.

So, has he been abandoned now?

"But you can rest assured that they will not forget you, because your existence has brought countless benefits to them." The number of assets in the hands of the blood family is unimaginable for ordinary human beings, because it is accumulated by time. of.

For people, accumulating such wealth takes several generations or even dozens of generations. This is still to be done in the home without the defeat of the family.

For the blood family, accumulating wealth is just a means to pass the time.

It is conceivable that Duolun had paid a fortune in exchange for this very similar thing to Sheila’s sister.

How can the people of the Harlan Empire forget him, maybe he still wants to sell it once!

When Salman heard his words, the whole person trembled and shook. He remembered, remembering what kind of wealth his parents had received from Duolun’s injury on the day they were beaten.

I still remember that when he left, looking at his greedy eyes, now think about it, they can't wait for him to escape, and then sell it again!

With such an idea, Salman is terrified, and he does not want to be a family money-making tool again!

"John, take it down and adjust it. Teach. Teach. If you don't teach well, send it back to the Harlan Empire and tell them that the defective product is for return."

The words of Ailland are a heart attack for Sulman.

As a royal prince, he has become a defective product in other populations, which makes him accept, and what scares him most is what kind of misfortune he will suffer if he is sent back this time.

Sure enough, Salman was a lot more honest in the next few days, and no matter what orders John made, he would do it seriously, and he would never compromise.

Looking at Salman's performance, Iland was finally satisfied, um... Maybe the next time the blood group can take this little guy to let everyone know.

Of course, this idea just passed away, and Ilande forgot in the blink of an eye.

After a month of teaching, although Salman’s pride in belonging to the nobility has not disappeared, but only at least in the face of Eland, he will bow down like a small slave.

"John, it's very good." Looking at Salman, who has become a lot of well-behaved, Erande nodded with satisfaction, and half a month is the annual event of the upper stream, he needs Go with one person.

Obviously John is not suitable, and now Salman may be a good choice.

Unisex appearance, obedient character, noble and proud temperament, such a person in the upper party, even if it is taken out is not a lost face.

The author has something to say: Hey, the punishment volume begins to 嗷~~~

This chapter is a supplement to yesterday, today's update at night, (づ ̄3 ̄)づ

The costumes in this chapter should not be tested. There is absolutely a problem. Originally, I wanted to completely restore the medieval European costumes. But... I thought about wearing the stockings and small high-heeled shoes. I don’t think I’m a whole person. Ok, so the costumes are probably not quite right for the times.