Fanyin Yichen tried his best to suppress his mind and not to be disturbed by An Xiaoruo, and continued to move forward. An Xiaoruo saw from a distance the sea of roses that once surrounded the vampire castle. However, for some reason, the castle
The sky above was no longer clear, but dark, gloomy, and filled with an aura of terror.
The sea of roses surrounding the castle turned into black roses, and even the air here was filled with severity and oppression.
Fanyin Yichen slowly landed on the ground from mid-air, put An Xiaoruo down, and came to the iron door of the castle engraved with ancient mantras. The mottled patterns on the door glowed with an alluring luster. An Xiaoruo pushed the iron door open.
When he opened the door, the strong fragrance of roses mixed with blood hit his nostrils. This smell was a bit pungent, and An Xiaoruo had an ominous premonition.
An Xiaoruo entered the hall without any hesitation. The cold atmosphere that hit her face, the luxurious marble floor without a trace of dust, and the dark red carpet that stretched all the way to the spiral staircase still had mottled blood stains.
The crystal chandelier in the center of the hall had no light at all, and the flickering candlelight exuded a trace of weirdness, which was terrifying.
The girl looked up at the spiral staircase, and saw an exceptionally handsome young man with a tall figure slowly stepping down the stairs. Like other vampires, he also had long hair falling around his waist, but this young man's hair was
The color is normal ink color,
The delicate face, the blood-red eyes stared straight at him like the blooming blood-red Higanbana, the graceful lips slowly raised an arc, the not-so-bright light lightly crossed his cheeks, and the subtle light reflected a strange
color.
An Xiaoruo didn't dodge at all, looking directly at this person, guessing that with such a handsome appearance, he must be a noble and elegant vampire. He couldn't figure out what the strange atmosphere was now.
This look at each other only lasted for a while, not to be broken by the sudden arrival of another handsome and handsome man.
"Why do I smell human scent? Am I dreaming?"
The low and hoarse voice was so charming. An Xiaoruo swore that this was one of the best voices he had ever heard. Before he could realize anything, suddenly, the dark red color behind where An Xiaoruo was standing appeared.
A delicate white hand stretched out from the leather sofa and directly held An Xiaoruo's hand.
"ah----"
A hand that was cold and devoid of warmth suddenly touched him, and An Xiaoruo subconsciously shook it off. Unexpectedly, the man took advantage of it and directly used his wrist to force An Xiaoruo down from the sofa and pulled him into a cold embrace.
There is nothing unexpected about the scent of roses, but this smell is a little different, very cool, very light, and very clear.
"Such a scorching temperature? Such fair and delicate skin? It is indeed a human being? Do I want to taste the delicious food delivered to my door? Little thing?"
It seemed to be a questioning tone, but An Xiaoruo felt that the owner of the voice had his fingertips hooked into her silver hair, his entire face was close to An Xiaoruo's earlobe, and his fangs were approaching An Xiaoruo's neck.
If you feel the coldness of the forest, your hair will stand up immediately.