Kou Dong has a problem, and he can't understand NPCs being so flirtatious.
It's true, hunting him is fun—what's the difference between this and the daydream of holding five hundred yuan and making a monthly income of more than 100 million
He just wanted to be out of reach of this group of perverts.
Kou Dong tapped the horsewhip on his hand, smiled half-smile, and said, "If the baron is hiding..."
The baron's movements paused slightly, and there was a bit of eagerness in his smile. Whether he sucks the youth, or the youth sucks him, it is a wonderful and fascinating thing for him.
He even turned half sideways, obviously looking forward to what kind of evaluation the young man would give him.
Kou Dongyouyou completed the second half of the sentence, "That is truly boring."
He is not at all interested in this kind of vampire - none of them look as delicious as Ye Yanzhi.
Baron rated as boring: “…”
He couldn't believe it.
His status in the blood clan is quite high, and logically speaking, he can be regarded as sweet. I don't know how many newborn vampires expressly want to talk to him—is it not attractive to young people at all
The baron actually felt a little reconciled, his blue eyes stared deeply at him, and it took him a long time to say: "Why?"
The delicate and fleshy young viscount still seemed uninterested, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered two words.
"Unpalatable."
"..."
This is the same as pointing at the other person's nose and saying to the other person: You can't do it.
The baron's spirit was even a little bit sluggish, and the next hunts were just a follow-up, without the previous interest.
The hunting begins when the first prey is found.
The group of well-dressed vampires scattered in all directions, looking for prey. The sound of horseshoes was approaching. To the fugitives, the sound was no different from the bell of Death shaking his body. At some point, the shadow of the sickle would completely cover their heads.
Their chatter and laughter intensified the fear. The eyesight of vampires is far superior to that of ordinary people. They can even see the spikes of bees busy gathering honey on a flower. Human movements are naturally easier to spot. One after another, the prey was caught, some ran around in a panic, and some hid in the hiding place and trembled alone. The following servant dragged out the shot prey and showed it to others as if showing his fur, so that the nobles could decide what to do with it.
The nobles didn't like the blood of common people, so most of them waved their hands and handed it over to the servants to divide up the matter. ——For them, the activity of chasing prey itself is more exciting than tasting the not-so-tasty blood of these civilians.
Another prey has been found. He stumbled through the bushes and ran forward, his long, loose white robe fluttering about him, desperately trying to fight for a chance to escape the pursuing demons behind him.
But the vampires did not feel pity for his desperate efforts. On the contrary, they smiled slightly, and got more and more fun from the continuous running of their prey.
The cross steel bow was pulled tight again, and the sharp arrow left the string.
Snapped!
The air is ripped open and shot through the neck of the prey in one blow. Perhaps the artery was injured, the bright red blood spattered on the faces of the vampires in front of him—his eyes were wide open, and his figure slowly became fatigued.
"I missed it," said the guest who shot the arrow behind him, with regret in his voice, "it was a waste."
The blood of the dead, they don't want any more.
The dead prey fell to the ground, and there was no vampire to take care of him. Their hooves went right over him, crushing him into the mud.
This scene is somewhat cruel, and the contempt and contempt for life make people extremely uncomfortable. But Kou Dong couldn't show a strange expression, he just frowned slightly, as if feeling disgusted.
No one thought his expression was strange. They still regard themselves as aristocrats in their bones, even if people rely on human blood to maintain their lives, they are still aristocrats-nobles Xijie, not to mention a person who has been spoiled and raised like this, with a mouth Pick, it's normal to not understand this scene.
Although it is somewhat absurd to say it.
Time passed extremely quickly, and it was almost time for lunch in a blink of an eye. Kou Dong glanced at the sky, not only did his heart not sink, but even lifted a little bit.
The hunt was drawing to a close, and he hadn't waited for his important hurdle. It would be too simple to just accompany this group of blood clans to hunt without changing their faces.
The baron took a cloth from the servant and wiped his steel crossbow. The steel bow was polished extremely shiny by him, and the badge was also printed on it. Kou Dong glanced at it, and saw that there were two torn black wings wrapped in thorn bushes.
This reminded him of the big moth in the previous copy, and his stomach began to twitch faintly again.
Now, he thinks, he is allergic to wings.
Especially after I had such a pair last time, I was even more allergic.
"The viscount doesn't hunt?"
The noble boy behind him asked abruptly, his eyes resting on the side of his neck.
Without waiting for Kou Dong's answer, the young man could not refuse, "Since you are here, you should give it a try."
"I'm not interested in them."
"You don't have to taste the viscount," the young man said lightly, completely blocking his way out, "You should show us."
—I'm afraid I can't hide.
Kou Dong had no choice but to lift the cross steel bow in his hand. In order to facilitate him to show his hunting skills, a servant pushed out a wounded prey and drove him to Kou Dong like a duck.
A crow landed on the branch silently, watching everything below with its dark red eyes.
The besieged youth from the East held the crossbow tightly in his hands, narrowing his dark eyes slightly. Dozens of blood clans surrounded him, and he was still calm and proud in the midst of it, not in a hurry.
It flapped its wings twice, and changed to a higher branch, quietly like a dark shadow of a tree.
No one paid attention to the bird that should not have approached. The eyes of the vampires are all focused on the person in front of them. Those eyes are extremely oppressive, and they all show him:
This arrow must be shot.
"I heard that Viscount Glenn's hunting level is quite high?" the noble boy said leisurely, and Kou Dong was driven to a corner by his words, "I heard that in the southern manor, the first name of every hunting is the Viscount. ——Such a short distance , the Viscount can't miss it, right?"
Kou Dong paused, and couldn't help saying "Fuck" in his heart.
There are unbreakable rules in the copy, which is also equivalent to the player's challenge level. Now this checkpoint has been fully revealed in front of Kou Dong, and the rules are also clear.
To shoot arrows, and not to miss.
He had to shoot the girl in front of him.
Kou Dong's palms were slightly sweaty, and he understood the maliciousness of the hunting activity.
This is forcing him to kill his own kind. What's even more frightening is that he still has to kill, and he can't even show any weakness or struggle—
He must never expose his weakness to NPCs.
Otherwise, after his human identity is exposed, he will definitely be worse than the others on the scene.
The girl who was caught was so young that she couldn't speak a word, her two surprisingly big eyes were filled with tears, she just staggered and rushed towards the bushes desperately, trying to escape there .
Her thinking was really naive. Since these blood races brought her here, they made up their minds not to let her escape. This so-called opportunity is just the last bit of hope given to people before death, teaching her to die in the last bit of unremitting struggle is far more cruel than ending everything directly.
He didn't speak, just pointed the crossbow at the girl. The figure of the other party was slender and weak, and he kept running forward, not even daring to look back.
Kou Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, calculating the distance, and at the same time, his legs clamped tightly on the horse's belly.
He aimed at the girl's thin shoulders.
-three.
-two.
-one.
The white horse was pinched by him, and suddenly neighed, shaking its head. At the same time, Kou Dong shot an arrow in his hand—
He didn't shoot at the girl at all, but shot at the blood servant who had just driven the girl away.
The attendant obviously didn't have any precautions, and he still stood there squinting at the prey, not teaching her to escape his sight. Until the arrow reached his eyes, he still couldn't believe it. He only blinked, watching the sharp long arrow piercing through his shoulder unexpectedly.
He was taken a step backward by the huge impact, and fell to the ground with a howl. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the girl plunged headlong into the dense jungle, and only glanced in the direction of Kou Dong, her blue eyes flashed behind the bushes, and she ran away quickly.
The corners of the baron's lips were also pursed tightly, and a cold light shone in his eyes.
"Viscount Glenn, what does this mean?"
Kou Dong held the crossbow, still calm.
"It's really tiresome to catch such prey all the time." He said, "Wouldn't it be more interesting to change it?"
What he said was quite natural, and he was so confident that the baron got stuck.
Did he shoot arrows
—Of course I did.
Did he hit it
—Look, it's very accurate.
So, which rule did he break? Didn't they all follow the rules
Anyway, whoever loves to kill should kill, and Kou Dong will not do it.
Baron: "..."
The baron moved the corners of his mouth, and it took him a long time to smile, "It seems that Viscount Glenn is very sympathetic."
Kou Dongquan pretended not to have heard his sour words. Anyway, NPCs are more or less jealous, and it's not the first time he's met, and he even wanted to beat him up.
If you get used to the smelly problem, just beat it.
What he wanted didn't come true, and the baron's mood obviously dropped a bit. At least on the way back, Kou Dong looked at the other person's face, and the only thing he could think of was the host's voice in the weather forecast: light rain turned to showers.
The baron, with rain on his face, returned home with all the vampires. After the sound of the horse's hooves disappeared, the crow on the branch also spread its wings and flew - it went straight into an open window in the old castle.
A pale finger sticks out of the window slightly, and it stands on it, raising its small head.
"My lord," it opened its beak, but what came out was human words, "My lord..."
The dark red eyes of the crow turned, knowing that the lord had seen everything with its eyes. It even understood the lord's special attention to that Eastern Viscount—he is indeed special.
From the smell, to the sound, and even the appearance.
It shakes its wings, expressing its eagerness to get close to its master. However, that hand only stroked its tail feathers lightly, and the pale lips opened, whispering: "It's still the same."
Crow blinked.
From its dark pupils, a snow-white color was gradually reflected, and that color was even out of place in this dark room.
It was a statue of an angel, the whole body was white, only the lips were painted bright red.
Six pairs of huge wings spread out from behind it, and it stretched out its hand towards the sky, as if trying to hug and hold something.
The count seemed to notice its gaze, and his eyes gradually moved back to the statue.
"Don't worry," he said softly, stroking the angel's wings with his hands, "it's just the beginning."
—he will hug back his angel at last.
The servant was already waiting in front of the door, Kou Dong's eyes met Ye Yanzhi's, neither of them said much.
The young man took a few steps forward, helped Kou Dong off the horse, and leaned his hand slightly to one place.
He could feel his cub's body temperature being cooler than usual, obviously worried about him too.
Such worries made Ye Yanzhi a bit more palatable in Kou Dong's eyes, and the little cake was topped with sweet cream.
His fingertips rubbing against the cold back of his hand was a small, silent comfort.
The touched young vampire's eyes were deep, and he didn't let him withdraw. Instead, he suddenly grabbed his fingertips, caressing that piece of flesh vaguely.
"..."
This action is far from being summed up in two words of comfort.
Kou Dong couldn't help trembling, as if he had been electrocuted suddenly, he hastily withdrew his hand.
There seemed to be a slight smile in the eyes of the young blood race.
They didn't get a chance to discuss clues until after the group of vampires had finished their lunch. Ye Yanzhi stayed in the castle, and basically touched the upper and lower rooms, except for the earl's room, which he never entered.
The basement floor is the kitchen and the storage place for blood slaves.
The first floor is the living room, dance hall and dinner hall, which are necessary for ordinary nobles.
The second to fourth floors are all rooms, and now most of the people living here are guests. The servant's room is at the corner of each floor, and there is a small staircase leading directly to the kitchen to avoid disturbing the master. There is also a library in the attic, full of books that have already turned yellow.
"There are some unexpected discoveries," Ye Yanzhi said in a low voice, tapping the paper used to write clues, "The Earl's age is older than we imagined."
Kou Dong: "... Isn't he already several hundred years old?"
This age is not too old
It can't be a thousand-year-old demon, can it
Ye Yanzhi didn't speak, but took out the book he found in the library from his body. Because no one had read it for a long time, the book was already a little dusty, and he wiped off all the dust on it, revealing the cover of the kraft paper.
On the top is a pair of gorgeous, spread wings, entwined with blooming, bright red roses, almost covering the entire plane.
"wait… "
Kou Dong suddenly called to stop. He took the quill pen and hurriedly drew a pattern on the paper. Although the pair of huge wings looked like chicken wings when he drew them, the general meaning was still there.
Broken wings are wrapped in thorns. He raised his head and looked at Ye Yanzhi, "Does this look like it?"
Ye Yanzhi looked at the two chicken wings on the paper and fell silent.
"Don't look at painting skills!" Kou Dong was a little embarrassed, he covered those two ugly wings, "Just look at the shape,—does it look like it?"
The young blood race frowned and looked again, then nodded.
"Where did you see it?"
"It's on the baron's crossbow," Kou Dong whispered, "I saw it while hunting."
He stroked the wings on the cover with his fingers, as if he could see the brilliance reflected on them, he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.
"Cub..."
Ye Yanzhi: "There are contents inside."
"..."
For some reason, Kou Dong had a thought of avoiding it in his heart. He felt that this thought was really ridiculous, so he suppressed it forcibly, and read the text recorded inside.
Unexpectedly, it was about religion.
"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For the kingdom, power, and glory are all yours forever. "
…
This is a prayer written on the inside page.
Kou Dong frowned, a little puzzled, looked back again, and saw two sentences hastily written in different handwriting on the front page.
"The Father gave him everything, the fountain, the wine, the morning star.
Give immortality, fame, purity—"
The latter words, however, seemed to be blurred into a ball due to the age, and could no longer be distinguished. Kou Dong continued to turn the pages of the book backwards, and what he saw was almost all praises to the Heavenly Father, interspersed with a few passages of praise, which seemed to be an angel who was particularly favored by the Heavenly Father and even had six pairs of wings.
He gripped the thin pages of this chapter tightly, feeling an inexplicable, inexplicable and inexplicable intuition in his heart.
this angel...
Ye Yanzhi: "He fell to heaven."
Kou Dong was taken aback, and suddenly looked at him: "What?"
"It's written later," Ye Yanzhi said calmly, unable to see the look in his eyes clearly, "He doesn't want to be God's darling in the sky anymore, he's tired of living under the wings of others. - He wants to be free. "
"So he broke his own wings and jumped down from the Sixth Realm."
"he died."
Kou Dong was a little dazed, and after a while he murmured: "I've heard this story..."
While the details vary, this is an ancient myth to which many aspects of the myth can correspond. But he never thought about the relationship between the beloved angel in this myth and the blood race.
He whispered, "Shouldn't he turn into Lucifer?"
For some reason, there was a desolate smile on the lips of the young blood race. He stared at the ignorant face of the young man in front of him, and said softly: "The one who turned into Lucifer was never that angel."
Kou Dong's heart beat suddenly.
He looked at Ye Yanzhi and realized a possibility that even made him uneasy.
"That is-"
"-is God."
Ye Yanzhi confirmed his conjecture.
Creator, omnipotent, omniscient God. He thought that it was enough for him to put his beloved soul under his eyes.
He honored him, gave him wings, clothed him with holy light.
He divides his dominion and shares the heaven and the earth.
But the soul is not satisfied. He raised his head and prayed to the Almighty God for only one thing:
free.
God sits on the throne, and for the first time understands that there is nothing he can do.
"What if I disagree?"
The soul replied, "I want nothing more."
Without his freedom, he is just a canary in a cage—a canary doesn't care how many pairs of wings it has grown.
He broke off his own wings with his own hands, and fell headlong without hesitation and recklessness.
And after that, the one who fell to the sky and became the Lord of Darkness was never an angel in mythology.
It's the desolate god.
Kou Dong was quiet for a while, then shook his head lightly.
"I don't like the story."
This story always reminded him of the last dungeon. The little butterfly locked up by the psychology teacher cut off her own wings with a knife to get out of the cage—
This made the psychology teacher desperate, and dark emotions gradually grew in his heart, which became a nest of butterflies.
And what about the gods
What will the gods look like again
"But all of this is just our speculation," Ye Yanzhi said, covering the book again, "Our mission has not been completed."
He glanced at the young man's face, then slowed down his voice again.
"Let's rest for a while?"
Didn't sleep well last night.
Kou Dong's expression was still a little dazed, he nodded and climbed onto the bed. Stuck in the soft bed, he closed his eyes almost immediately, and even had a dream.
Only this time the dream was different from usual. He dreamed that he was sitting in a room surrounded by people whose faces were full of kindness and whose movements were as careful as fragile china or treasure.
They all looked at him with concern, and stretched out their hands to touch his forehead, for fear that he would feel the slightest discomfort.
"Master."
In the blur, many swaying figures called him this, their voices were soft, as if they were afraid of frightening him.
"Master..."
"Here's your lunch."
He was trapped in the pile of toys, and the furry rabbits and bears almost covered half of his body. Their eyes were like black beans, looking at him in pairs, and underneath was a red mouth embroidered with thin thread.
"I don't want to eat." He saw himself pushing the bowl away in front of him and asking the others, "When will he be back?"
"..."
Those people seemed a little embarrassed, their lips moved, hesitating to spit out a name. It's just that Kou Dong couldn't see or hear clearly, he could only hear them saying, "He'll be right back."
"I have something to ask him." He rested his head wearily on the furry rabbit's ears, hearing his heart beating.
There seemed to be a vague voice telling him not to wait for someone to come back.
… cannot.
"No," he suddenly changed his mind, "don't wait for him to come back."
The people beside him became more and more delighted, and hurriedly said: "Master, if you want, we can ask someone to accompany you..."
"-neither."
He said in a low voice, and finally raised his face slowly, looking at these people who were racking their brains to make him happy.
"I lost a bear cub."
He heard his own calm, suppressed voice, barely hiding the tremors in its tone.
"Can you find someone to help me get it back?"
The author has something to say:
Kou Dongdong: I planted a pair of wings yesterday, and harvested six pairs today, wow...
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[Part of the prayers in this article are derived from real prayers]