sinovels Chapter 119
Chapter 119
It's too bad..."
"Don't sleep anymore." Diolot pulled him out of his arms by pulling his hair. "You need to eat now."
Ronald shook his head, "I just ate..." "Don't make excuses." "We'll talk about it in Bai Ye. Don't you think it's boring to talk about dinner with me now?"
"What fun do you need now?" Diolot rolled his eyes at him. "Please go and look in the mirror before talking."
"I've been watching you every day in the bedroom and you're responding to me like this," Ronald shouted in a low voice, stretching out his arms and hugging him tightly, rubbing against his chest, "Now it's hard to hug him and you'll let him go right away." I go out? I can go to work immediately when they see me, it's really cruel."
"The longer you procrastinate, the more work you accumulate and the less time you have." Diolot closed his eyes and said calmly. "By the way, Lord Syl brought something over and put it on the table before, saying that Lord Faona gave it to him and handed it over to you, saying that it belonged to you."
"Oh... Master Faona brought it here..." Ronald blinked his eyes and muttered thoughtfully, then let go of his hands and got off the bed.
That thing was placed on the round table in the bedroom, a square black box carved with abstract patterns.Ronald was stunned for a moment when he saw it, and then he slowly reached out to pick it up, with a bitter and complicated smile on his lips.
"It's really... Of course you can't tell it from this way..." Then he turned the box over, and the pattern on the front was like an abstract wolf running in the wind.
Staring deeply at the patterns on the box for a long time, Ronald chuckled with his head down, turned and walked towards the bed.
Diolot was already a little drowsy. He felt Ronald approaching and shrunk his body back, but the expected body didn't come closer, but something seemed to be hung around his neck.
He opened his eyes suddenly.
Ronald was sitting on the edge of the bed, bending over to tie a knot around his neck.
"What is this..." Diolot lowered his head in a daze, and then froze when he saw something stuck to his chest.
"This one……"
"It's mine," Ronald grinned, bowed his head and kissed his mouth tenderly. "It's yours now."
It was a wolf whistle.The somewhat faded and yellowed wolf teeth that had been honed by time had been polished into a gently curved wolf whistle, which was gently attached to his chest.
"Ron..." The corners of Diolot's eyes began to turn red, and he raised his eyes and looked into the other's gentle and deep eyes moved.
"Own me." Ronald stared at him and said softly and solemnly. "Then dominate me."
The sharp teeth that the blood wolves of Ramasad fell off when they were adults were made into unique wolf whistles, which were only given to their partners in this life to accept their eternal domination.
Sobbing, Diolot stretched out his arms around his neck and pressed it to his lips, whispering between his lips, "You are the one who dominates me..."
Ronald laughed lowly: "It's mutual dominance..."
Diolot stroked his arm and clasped his fingers, looking down at the wolf fang hanging around his neck, blinking vigorously to drive away the tears in his eyes.
Looking at their tightly intertwined palms, Ronald thought for a while and revealed a gentle smile.
"Now, we can accept everyone's blessings in a bright light."
Diolot looked up at him in surprise.
The other party just smiled, and the tender and affectionate colors overflowed from the corners of the eyes and lips, rendering extremely warm traces.
Ronald stared at him and gently opened his lips:
"Let you and I exchange our blood and tears under the witness of Father God Cain. Regardless of rank, regardless of clan..."
"...Regardless of blood, we will rely on each other. Even if the sun at noon burns my body, I still swear to you in the name of eternal night-I love you..." Diolot continued his words , clasping ten fingers tightly to each other, staring at each other firmly, with smiles blooming, but tears streaming down my cheeks.
Let you and I exchange our blood and tears under the witness of Father God Cain.Regardless of rank, regardless of clan, regardless of blood, they will all rely on each other.Even if the sun of noon burns my body, I swear to you in the name of eternal night—I love you until forgetfulness and jealousy consume my reason and my love, and until then I will will always be with you...
"—Depending on each other until death..."
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【TheRebelliousWindMisfortune】Feature END
The Flower of Fallen Sins
The blood-colored lines flowing through the blood circuit are like ferocious rose vines climbing through an ancient castle, and large pieces bloom like flowers of evil virtue on the pale and crystal-clear torso carved out of ice and snow.
He remembered the hickey.
Such a night that may have existed, and then be accompanied by hickeys branded on the body.
Warm torso, skin slightly soaked in sweat, ten fingers clasped tightly, overlapping breaths, and thick and cold blood flowing.
The eyes are scarlet, the pupils like vertical lines are full of ferocity and mania of a beast, the fangs are long, and the nails are sharp. It is not a kind of lingering, but more like a life-and-death struggle.
The room is filled with a strong smell of blood, and among those smells that cannot be tolerated by ordinary people, there is a cool fragrance with a strange allure that lingers on.Not any kind of floral or fruity scent, but an indescribable soul full of mesmerizing depravity and nobility.
Every time is like participating in a battle, every time is like experiencing love and entanglement like death.
Ronald gently pressed his palm against the cold body.
Diolot opened his eyes. There was no light gathered in his pupils, and the darkness stuck to the retina like a viscous inorganic substance, and became hard as the temperature cooled.
The magnificent patterns began to fade on the surface of the skin and then completely disappeared, leaving those blue blood vessels that were dug silently like a dark river under the thin white skin, accompanied by flowing icy liquid.
It's an almost perfect body.His only incongruity is that the flesh covered by the skeleton and the face covered by the skull have completely different attributions.
Beautiful women, lean men.
Connected together by a swan-like white and elegant neck, it is a gorgeous doll that was accidentally born by the gods when they were drowsy.
What a beautiful person, a man.
Similarly, how thin and thin a body is.When he hugged him, he could completely take him into his chest, and his shadow could completely cover him.His fragile and delicate existence seems to be born for another person to accept and protect his body.
What a terrible delusion.
When he cooperated with him for the first time to participate in Griffin's blood clan rebellion, for the first time, he had the feeling of witnessing the blooming of the iridescent rafflesia in the depths of Ameron.
So beautiful, so thrilling, so creepy.
It was the most difficult deep winter season for Delocas, and the blood moon above the sky had a soft and graceful moon shadow of a different color on the other side of the sky.The snowflakes falling from the sky were hexagons of various shapes, softly and silently covering the frozen soil that smelled of blood.
In front of the hideous faces and hisses of the rebel blood clan, there was a handsome young man holding a rapier standing in the open space.At that time, they were both young, that delicate and beautiful face without a single blemish still looked so weak and tender, and his dark starry eyes as deep and blurred as the night sky, all seemed to reveal a kind of innocence and purity that was not familiar with the world , so it seems so pitiful.In that irritating and unspeakable battlefield, his pale and innocent existence made people more eager to conquer than those filthy blood traitors.
His blade hangs down lightly, keeping an indistinct distance from the ground.His whole posture is straight and stretched, elegant and pleasing to the eye.He was very quiet, with a gentle and harmless expression on his slightly drooping face.The breath disappeared in the silence, and he turned into a sculpture, a beautiful sculpture chiseled from ice and snow. The leisurely falling snowflakes covered his head, shoulders and thin sword blades, clustered together and blooming silently in an environment without heat.
His bewildering, intoxicating posture stunned everyone, including the screaming traitors.Blood race, a sinful race.They are fascinated by beauty, addicted to desire, eager to conquer.They are guilty of jealousy, they cannot tolerate it because they are jealous, they want to possess it because they are jealous, and they want to destroy it because they are jealous.
Diolotte is full of beauty that makes people want to conquer, love and destroy.
In that area that seemed to be silent for him, he slowly raised the rapier in his hand, gracefully moving like a ballet gesture, and slowly raised his jaw with the lifting of the blade, revealing his slender and fair neck Under the thin skin, the gem-like blue blood vessels made every vampire look red-eyed.
How much I want to be torn apart and then look at the beauty that is bleeding all over the ground.
But what about the next moment?
The sudden raised corners of the gorgeous lips changed that face from docile to bewitching in an instant.The thin sword that slid through the magic net brought out the small sound of cutting the elements, and the raised snowflakes scattered in the air without a path.Diolot holds the sword in his left hand, and his right hand does not need a weapon. His hand is the most terrifying weapon.
Like a drifting cloud blown by the wind, it collides with dirty enemies. In the erratic snow, his flamboyant long hair is like a dark cloud floating in the snow. The shaken snowflakes have not yet melted, and all of them are entwined around his body. Fairy-tale-like vain beauty, but also ridiculed.
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