[Special episode · An Luolius]
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"You'll meet someone."
The old priest said tremblingly.
Thousands of years ago, the blood clan of the demon party believed in the idea of killing supremacy. There were flying bats outside the church, the sky was dark and gloomy, women were crying in the corner with their children in their arms, and the gentlemen and elegant blood clans evoked cruel smiles. , polite, yet bloody and brutal.
Blood flowed into rivers in the church, and corpses were lying on rows of holy-colored chairs. The believers opened their cloudy eyes like stiff sculptures.
The little vampire, who was only six hundred years old, walked slowly to the front with slow steps.
In the murals on the dome of the church, angels look down on all living beings tenderly, while the corpses are everywhere below.
The child's silver hair reflected the light from the dome, and his wine-red eyes seemed to be contained in a luminous cup.
The priest looked at him pitifully.
The little blood came to the front, tilted his head and looked at him lightly, "You seem to have something to say to me?"
He casually stepped up on the chair in front of him, jumped onto the table, and sat in the front row so slowly, with his legs dangling under the table, like a beautiful and well-behaved child who came to the church to listen to the priest's prayer.
The priest stared into his eyes: "Son, you don't want to kill someone."
"Why?" Anlorius narrowed his eyes.
"Because... if you kill someone, you will regret it, and you won't know how to make up for it. Every time you think about it, you will be in pain."
"why?"
"Because you will meet someone."
The old priest said tremblingly.
Anlorius' wine-red pupils looked at him for a moment, then pursed his lips boredly, and jumped off the table.
He walked slowly towards the door, waved lazily at the priest behind him, "I'm too lazy to kill you."
He didn't kill.
An Luolius always thought that he was really too lazy to kill. He was only 600 years old at the time, a small lump, and he didn't understand what the priest meant.
But in the long years later, he was sealed in the dark ancient tomb by the secret party, and he occasionally woke up and stared at the coffin lid boringly, so bored that he wanted to bite himself twice, and let the blood determine whether he was still alive.
at that time…
He would suddenly think of the priest's words.
"Meet someone."
Who do you meet? what kind of person
He closed his eyes and thought slowly, actually relying on this weak and insignificant expectation to slowly pass such a long time. He began to wonder why meeting that person made him willing to let go of killing
I didn't ask the old priest in the church back then, because I wasn't curious about those words at all. But when he became curious, it was impossible to ask again.
Besides, by the time he leaves the seal, that priest may have already disappeared in the changing dynasty.
Maybe only when he meets that person can he satisfy this expectation and solve these strange problems.
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So, he finally met.
He heard the sound of the door being opened, followed by the sound of someone walking in, getting closer.
A second ago, his brain was thinking nonchalantly, should he turn the visitor into a slave, or just kill him. He remembered the photo he had just seen. The owner of the house was a girl with black eyes.
But those eyes were not attractive.
He calmly looked at the person who came in, met those black eyes, he froze for a moment, pursed his lips:
"Sister... you saved me?"
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