The sun rose completely on the sixth day.
It hangs in the misty sky, you can't see its whole picture clearly, you can only vaguely feel the light it casts down - under the reflection of it, the tall and dense jungle casts deep and shallow shadows.
The encirclement of the seekers further narrowed, and Kou Dong could often hear the rapid sound of horseshoes. The sound was so close, it seemed to be right at hand. The black robes of the old angels also gradually appeared in the forest, and their aura seemed to be everywhere. Needless to say, Kou Dong could feel them approaching step by step.
It was almost an escape.
The strange thing is that Kou Dong doesn't feel how bad this escape is now. Maybe it's because I've experienced too much in the game, and it's probably because of Ye Yanzhi. —The existence of the young blood clan made him feel somewhat dependent.
Ye Yanzhi's strength seems to be stronger than other blood races. His blood is even more attractive than the earl's own, which somewhat confirms this, and his eyesight and hearing are far superior to others. Under his leadership, the two carefully avoided the approaching enemies and marched towards the castle.
When it was close to noon, the two of them leaned against the tree trunk and rested for a while. Ye Yanzhi handed the water bag to Kou Dong, motioning him to take another sip, — human body needs water after all, Kou Dong's lips were already skinny.
Kou Dong licked it with the tip of his tongue, but he didn't care, "It's okay."
He subconsciously reached out to grab it, but the forehead of the young blood twitched slightly, stopping his movement.
"do not move."
Kou Dong stared at him a little blankly.
"Ok?"
"Don't move," the young vampire said without hesitation, his fingertips touched his lips again, and his movements were gentle, "It will bleed."
"..."
It was only then that Kou Dong remembered that his own blood was extremely attractive to him.
He blinked and looked at Ye Yanzhi, feeling a little bit sucked in his heart.
He groaned and suggested: "How about..."
Ye Yanzhi didn't even look at him, Shen Sheng refused decisively.
"no."
Kou Dong: "..."
He was really upset.
Can't help but accuse, "You are not filial at all."
Ye Yanzhi: "You passed out last time, I was worried about your body."
When he said this, he was serious, like a normal son who was trying to persuade his old father with high blood pressure not to gnaw on duck necks.
Helpless, an old father like Kou Dong, who was fascinated by blood, could not perceive his painstaking efforts at all, and still said angrily: "Nonsense,...you are not filial! Can I call it faint?" Can I call it cool?
He grabbed the word, and wanted to discuss with Ye Yanzhi the difference between fainting due to physical weakness and fainting due to overexcitement. However, the young blood suddenly stretched out his hand to hold him, and said in a low voice, "Something is wrong."
Kou Dong looked around and found nothing wrong. The little white horse was still resting by the tree, and there was no other sound.
The fog in the forest has not completely dissipated, and it is lingering like a ribbon, obscuring the sight. He blinked, trying to distinguish the scenery from it, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Is it fog?"
The usual morning fog should be more or less dispersed by now. But now, the morning mist in the forest seems to be getting thicker and thicker, and the white mist almost drowns their figures.
After walking forward for about ten minutes, they vaguely saw a silhouette beside them from the fog, like a stone. It wasn't until they got closer that they realized that it was a statue made of stone.
There is no human being carved in the statue, only a pair of wings tightly bound by thorns, which is as tall as a human. The thorny branches passed through the gaps in the feathers, as if locking it, holding it firmly to the ground, preventing it from escaping. It was struggling and twisted, as if it was firmly grasped by someone, and it was roughly twisted off.
Bloody, eerie and strangely beautiful. The feathers were so realistic that one almost mistakenly thought it was alive.
It is the one who can break free from the thorns and fly from the ground in the next second.
"I've seen it!" Kou Dong said suddenly, "Those blood races seem to have this mark—"
He thought it was a family crest, but now it doesn't look exactly like it.
What does this mean
The brows of the young blood race were slightly frowned, and his complexion was not very good for some reason. He looked at the statue intently, and suddenly asked Kou Dong, "Can you get closer?"
"Yes," Kou Dong murmured, but felt a little strange, "You can't get close?"
He turned his head, only to realize that Ye Yanzhi's footsteps stopped two or three steps away from the statue, as if he had been hindered by invisible obstacles.
"It will be affected." Ye Yanzhi briefly explained, "It has a lot of negative emotions on it."
When he was approaching, his heart trembled slightly, and the fear and pain of about to lose fell down like a mountain in an instant, enveloping him firmly. He couldn't escape, it was almost like entering another nightmare.
Kou Dong was not affected at all. He tentatively reached out to touch, and touched the cold, stone-carved feathers, each clear and real. A few long tail feathers hung down from the edge, hanging in the air like a phoenix tail.
Kou Dong felt inexplicably familiar.
He touched along the surface of the wing, and when he touched the root, his hand shook slightly.
He touched a touch completely different from stone.
—he took his hand back.
There was some golden powder on it, fine and shiny, not like ordinary gold powder, but more like...
It looked like dried blood left by an angel.
Kou Dong informed Ye Yanzhi of this discovery. The young vampire was silent for a while, then raised his eyes to look at the statue. They looked less like statues now than proof that the most favored angel had fallen headfirst from heaven. After the pair of wings were abandoned by the angel, greedy thorns and weeds gradually wrapped it, and it became a cold stone statue, full of the angel's desperate courage and the wrath of the heavenly father, so that ordinary people can't ask him approach.
The only angel with six pairs of wings in the legend. He is the well-deserved favorite of God, the first creation created by the Heavenly Father, and also the most perfect and most in line with God's will. For this beautiful creation, the Heavenly Father created a magnificent third day for this delicate seraph to live in.
But when he escaped from the favor of the heavenly father, plunged into the cruel and dark earth, and took off his wings, what was he thinking in his heart
What is going on in Heavenly Father's heart
Kou Dong stared closely at the statue with wings. The light golden powder made him have a strange premonition, he lowered his head, bit his finger, and squeezed the drop of blood on the statue.
"—It's time to stop here."
Suddenly there was a cold voice from behind, and at the same time, a strong sense of oppression flooded into Kou Dong's mind. Someone was behind him, staring coldly at the back of his head—immediately, that gaze Shifting, focusing on his exposed nape, greedy and fiery, almost piercing through his thin flesh, digging out his bones and blood with his eyes.
There is no doubt that this is a blood race. Kou Dong turned his head and saw his face.
Blonde, blue eyes, handsome face.
None other than the Baron.
He came faster than Kou Dong imagined, he jumped off the horse and stared at the two of them.
"My distinguished guest who came from afar," the baron said softly, his riding boots creaking on the ground, and he held the crossbow loosely in one hand, "The seven-day dinner is not over yet, how can you leave? "
Kou Dong questioned from the bottom of his heart: "The place is burned, can you still hold a dinner party?"
Where to do it, it can't be camping outside, right
The baron choked slightly at his words, but he was not angry, instead he laughed more and more gentlemanly.
"It's not something that guests should worry about," he played with the crossbow in his hand unhurriedly. "What you need to worry about is how to enjoy yourself—isn't it?"
"..."
Kou Dongxin said, no matter how enjoyable it is, is it considered enjoyable if we suck each other
Sure enough, the baron's next sentence was immediately followed by: "Why don't you try my taste, Viscount Glenn?"
Kou Dong stared at him without a word, as if watching a pervert.
No, he felt that he could completely drop the word "like" - this is clearly a pervert.
He declined, "No, thank you."
The baron narrowed his blue eyes, and looked calmly at the young vampire standing beside him. Immediately, he smiled deeper, and thoughtfully said: "It seems that Viscount Glenn has found the father he wanted."
It took Kou Dong a while to figure out how he suddenly changed from Ye Yanzhi's father to Ye Yanzhi's son. Now, he is human, but Ye Yanzhi is a well-deserved blood clan, so naturally he will not be his partner—on the contrary, he himself looks like Ye Yanzhi's partner, waiting to be embraced by Ye Yanzhi at the beginning .
Senior Kou's father felt that he was at a disadvantage due to the sudden drop in seniority.
But the strange thing is, when he thinks about being hugged by Ye Yanzhi at the beginning, he still thinks it will be very cool...
Kou Dong recalled the pleasure of being sucked blood, and said from the bottom of his heart: "Indeed."
Being attracted by Ye Yan makes people happy, but being embraced for the first time can only make people happier!
The corners of the baron's lips tightened suddenly, and a storm set off in his eyes.
"Really," he whispered, "are you willing to be his prey..."
Looking at his expression, Kou Dong suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. In the next second, the Baron had already rushed forward. He was like a ferocious, flesh-eating beast. The blood-red screen floated behind him. He didn't even use the crossbow, and he was going to bite the young man's neck desperately.
The young vampire stood in front of Kou Dong and stopped him without hesitation. Immediately, the two of them rolled into a ball on the ground, like two lonely wolves, biting each other with sharp claws, as if they wanted to ruthlessly tear each other's flesh off the skeleton.
The speed of the blood race was much faster than Kou Dong's line of sight. He could hardly keep up with the movements of the two of them. He only cared about Ye Yanzhi, and he didn't even notice that the statue behind him was shaking slightly. Drops of blood rolled down the statue, like dew rolling down the surface of a lotus leaf.
boom.
Starting from the dark red drop of blood dripped by the young man with pale golden edges, the pair of wings gradually showed pale golden blood vessels. They twisted and circled on the surface of the wings like snakes, branched out like vines, and then grew upwards—finally, this big net woven by blood densely encircled the entire statue head-on, firmly trapped in the into the net.
The house leak happened to be raining overnight, and even the beak doctors also found here. Their voluminous black robes fluttered on the ground, and the dark clouds piled up like a dark cloud blown by the wind. The weird bird's beak mask was full of joy, and they raised the steel sickle with a bright and cold light in their hands, and watched silently.
boom.
The wings emit a subtle and soft light. The tips of the hanging wings trembled slightly, and the thorns above seemed to feel the warmth, and receded downward like a tide. Kou Dong hid left and right in the crevice of the scythe. The beak doctors were not affected by the statue and could approach him just like him. Their dry and slender hands really looked like a bird's claws, and they couldn't wait to grab him.
Kou Dong also took out his bow and arrow from the luggage rack, and shot the first arrow.
miss!
He was faintly anxious in his heart, he looked at the unscathed beaked angels, and then at Ye Yanzhi. More blood races appeared, and young people, noble boys and guests gathered here. A pitch-black crow stayed on the statue, and its dark red eyes turned straight, watching the scene in front of it.
Another crow.
Kou Dong subconsciously passed this idea in his mind, but then he paused suddenly, and slowly turned his gaze to the crow.
… Yes.
He finally remembered that from the first night, all he had seen were crows.
Crows seem to be everywhere.
He looked into the dark red eyes of the bird, and the hairs on his back stood up. They can avoid people, but it is difficult to avoid such a small, unobtrusive bird——
What if it was tipping the news
It looks down from a high altitude, how can it hide its tracks
It was obvious that he was a meticulous bird!
Kou Dong clenched his teeth, but he couldn't care about the crow at this moment. More beak doctors stepped forward, almost surrounding him, their crowd gradually devouring him, like a pack of silent hyenas devouring food.
There is no doubt about Ye Yanzhi's strength. Even among the blood clans, he has the strongest body. He snatched the baron's steel crossbow, but he didn't pull the string to shoot, instead he held it up high, and without hesitation he slammed it heavily at the vampires rushing towards him—
The steel bow was like a hammer in his hand, and when it hit the heads of the vampires, it made a dull sound like ripe fruit.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Such filthy vampire blood disgusted the beak doctors, and they stayed away.
It's now!
Kou Dong took advantage of the distraction of the angels by Ye Yanzhi, and finally took the opportunity to retrieve his arrow. He draws the bowstring fully and shoots again!
This time, perhaps with Ye Yanzhi at his side, the props in Kou Dong's hands finally played a role. The back pressure of the powerful arrows knocked down the four or five angels beside him, but more beaked doctors stretched out their hands and grabbed his wrists and ankles tightly, touching his pale skin.
Their hands were so cold, even a little old, rough rubbing and caressing his arms and face, the touch even vaguely made people feel sick. Kou Dong dodged countless hands protruding from all directions, trying to pull him away, kicking his legs repeatedly, "Go away!"
The beak doctors did not let go, but instead held him tighter, dragging him, as if they were dragging their hard-won prey, laughing happily.
Kou Dong rubbed his face against the grass. He was almost lying on his back on the ground, being dragged by the black crowd, he could only desperately grab everything he could grab at hand.
His right hand held Ye Yanzhi tightly, while his left hand unconsciously hooked the statue.
boom!
The sound became louder, shaking the sky and the earth. The wings were split, and something was beating up and down on the ground, beating rhythmically and regularly like a human heart.
The beak doctors finally moved their eyes away from the young man in front of them, and turned to the statue behind them. Their eyes suddenly became frightened, and they seemed to be unable to move for a while, and just stood there blankly. Kou Dong took the opportunity to retract his legs, and hastily stepped back two steps, but felt that the ground under him suddenly rose—
The first thing that catches the eye is the tall temple roof.
Immediately afterwards, countless pillars broke through the soil below the statue, like ten fingers growing out of a human palm. They seem to be endlessly long, engraved with complicated patterns, making loud rumbling noises, lifting up the surrounding grass and trees, tearing the ground, and heading towards the sky covered by the forest.
The sound of the wind passed through the hall, and the crystal stars lingered on the stone pillars like flowing water. The wide sky is turned up at an angle, they are endlessly upward, piercing the white mist—
This is the real rise from the ground.
A tall and magnificent temple finally appeared in front of them.
"The third day," the beak doctors murmured tremblingly, looking up at the majestic temple that soared above the clouds and mists, "it's the third day..."
The Holy Book says that the Father created the world in seven days.
On the first day, he made an angel. He gave the angel the color of the night, gave him black eyes and black hair, and taught him to see the world with these eyes.
The next day, Heavenly Father once again looked at His beautiful creation. He asked the angel if there was anything else he wanted; the angel replied that he wanted to be free.
So the Heavenly Father created six pairs of huge snow-white wings for him, with which the angel can fly freely everywhere.
On the third day, Heavenly Father asked the angel again what he wanted. The angel replied that he wanted a home.
So the heavenly father built a temple for him, which volleys between heaven and earth, does not belong to any world, and becomes a unique and admirable "third day".
On the fourth day, the Father made the heavens and the earth so that His children could see more. The earth was void and formless, and the Spirit of God moved over the waters.
On the fifth day, the Father brought the light, which made the morning and evening, and illuminated the third day.
On the sixth day, the Father created the sun, moon and stars. He has spared no effort in adorning the temples of the seraphs with stars and winds, arranging them in the heavens to shine upon his precious creations.
The Heavenly Father thought this was enough, but his child came to him again, begging him to make something more for this newly opened world.
Heavenly Father asked, "What do you want?"
Seraphim replied: "I want the same creation as me."
This made it difficult for the Father, the seraphs to be his unique creations. But he didn't want to go against his child's wish, so he created the world.
Both angels and human beings came out as the times require, the former lives in the sky, but no one can have the same six pairs of wings; the latter lives on the ground, let alone touch his beloved child.
God never hides his partiality. Of the seven days of creation, he used six to create the only precious creation; the remaining day, he created the majority. The only seraph can sit on the throne with him, and even rest in the same temple with him. The Father's love for him is beyond words, and he keeps giving this precious child more, crowns, light, virtues... He puts all the good things he has created on him alone.
Angels don't know how to hate, the Father never gave them such emotion. They passed by the gate of the third day, all of them were cautious, for fear of disturbing the God resting inside.
Even now, when they see the third day, they still cannot help trembling.
"Day three!" the old angels murmured in disbelief, "it's still there..."
"It didn't cave in!"
Not only had it never collapsed, it was exactly as they remembered it. When the temple was vacated, the young nobleman stood in it, and the wind lifted his fine black hair, revealing his delicate face.
This scene gradually merged with the scene in the memory of the angels. They trembled and knelt down under this powerful and incomparable divine power, unable to speak a word.
The vampires stared blankly, but couldn't get close. The holy light is too strong. They will be wiped out in such a light.
They had no choice but to raise their heads, trying to see something from the corner of this high-altitude temple. However, even if they opened their eyes extremely sorely, they still couldn't see anything—that was not a field they could reach.
In "The Third Day", only Kou Dong was left.
Standing in the very center of the temple, he caught a glimpse of a white, cotton-like cloud. They gently circled around the pillars of the temple, wiping the stars to make them shine even more. Light.
The light that had never been seen in the lower realm, but here, it seems bright and will never go out. It wasn't dazzling, and was shrouded in a milky white halo, illuminating the entire temple.
Long white yarn flutters.
Kou Dong walked in this empty temple, hesitated for a while, and finally walked forward. There seemed to be an illusion in front of his eyes, and many angels gradually appeared on both sides, not the ones in black robes now, but the holy and beautiful angels still with white wings, they stood on both sides neatly, making room for him. A way up.
The snow-white ladder in the cloud goes up all the way. Kou Dong stepped on it step by step, hearing soft whispers from both sides.
"Lucifer."
"Master Lucifer..."
"Today is also Master Lucifer."
"Don't talk nonsense, besides Lord Lucifer, who can sit on it with Heavenly Father?"
Kou Dong did not stop, but continued to walk upwards. When he walked to the end, he finally saw the glorious throne.
The god sat upright on it, as if shrouded in a cloud of white mist. Kou Dong couldn't see his face clearly, but could only hear his loving voice.
"Come here—my one and only child."