Chapter 89 Is there a familiar person outside the door?
The long candle burns on the gorgeous candelabra, releasing a pale cold light. Circles of hazy halo are like rippling moon rings, soft and cold. In the shadows that cannot be illuminated by candlelight, ghosts linger,
Talking about the sorrows of the past, the whole room was always lingering in a gangrene-like resentment.
Neville couldn't bear such a gloomy and bleak atmosphere the most, especially when this atmosphere was completely inconsistent with her current mood, just like a sentimental novelist who always likes to write a long paragraph of gorgeous words in his works.
, emotional but empty words, trying to impress readers, but in fact it is just a pretentious gesture. It will make an originally vulgar work become vulgar. Vulgar works can still entertain, but vulgar works can only
Disgusting.
In order to avoid this uncomfortable atmosphere, she came to the open-air balcony, leaned on a soft and comfortable armchair, bathed in the blood-red moonlight, and leisurely tasted the most authentic Baishanbao black tea. At the same time, there was a faint sound coming from the distance.
There were sharp and shrill howls of wolves, and the roar of the magic cannon's beam piercing the night sky. The war intensified, blood and flames were burning, and the victims turned into bones buried in the mud, providing nutrients for the growth of mangroves.
Every tree that falls on this night may be reborn from their flesh and blood in less than three months, with branches and leaves spreading and lush green.
Until then, Xugen Swamp will still be as it was before, as calm as if nothing had happened.
Aliens are not the masters of the swamp, and they never can be.
With pale and slender fingers, he picked up the delicate ceramic teacup, raised it to his lips, and took a sip of the black tea, which was as bright as blood. He savored the long, long, and rich changes of the warm liquid on the tip of his tongue. Compared with the cold and smelly blood,
It is obviously more in line with the taste preferences of the vampires. This is why Neville always feels that those guys who love to suck blood are defective products. Their cruel and cold images are more suitable for being called vampires by humans, rather than elegant.
And the noble Dark Night Vampires.
Unfortunately, there are very few real vampires in this world. It is not due to the war, nor has it anything to do with the brutal purges of the religious orders. It is simply because there are very few in the first place.
The smell of war and gunpowder smoke wafting from the distance made his nostrils flaring slightly. His gentle breathing seemed to be tainted with the heat of blood and fire, and the sounds of fighting and wailing that lingered in his ears for a long time seemed to be sprinkled with it.
The donuts with frosting and chocolate provide Neville with precious spiritual enjoyment.
Please don't get me wrong, she is not the kind of psychopath who sees playing with human life and killing creatures as a different kind of excitement, and she has never had any hobbies in this area. It's just that she really wants to see those people die - Neo Essu
Whether it is the werewolves of the United States, the golden-maned lions of Devans, or even the vampires who are also Valenhilde, it is best for them to die cleanly, without leaving even a trace of dregs. This comes from the heart
, purely beautiful wishes, not mixed with other complicated factors.
That's why she sat here, drinking black tea, looking at the war in the distance, and getting spiritual satisfaction from the deaths of these people one after another, just like the nobles in the classical period who were also keen to talk about the palace when they held afternoon tea parties
Internal and external conflicts with the parents of the ancient clan, emotional disputes, and strange things... to satisfy one's own curiosity.
Neville used to be disdainful, but now she somewhat understands their mentality.
However, this comfortable time did not last long. When the long candle on the candelabra was halfway burning, there was suddenly a burst of hasty footsteps in the corridor, and soon stopped outside the door. Neville
Frowning slightly, he was thinking about what Gundaruff was doing here instead of going to the frontline battlefield to lead his alliance against the United Order. Did he expect himself to do a second favor for him?
As a result, a cold voice was heard through the thick nanmu door: "Your Excellency the Countess..."
Neville didn't listen to what he said next because she had no interest in listening. In fact, when she heard this voice, she had already started to feel nauseated, and she felt a physical discomfort like a human being seeing maggots in cheese, even though
Even the faint fragrance of the black tea in my hand could not relieve this sudden bad mood.
Burlefa, an illegitimate child who crawled out of the sewers, actually had the guts to come to him. Was his brain poisoned when he poisoned his father? Or was it because he stayed with rats for too long and was infected by some kind of disease?
Malignant disease?
Neville put down the black tea, thought for a while, and soon understood the reason why this guy came to find her. In fact, it was not complicated. After all, this premature baby born from close relatives had his brain damaged by amniotic fluid in his mother's womb, and he has always been self-conscious.
He is so scheming that even the old lion of the Devans family who thinks with his fists knows exactly what he is planning. The most terrible thing is that he has no self-awareness yet, and his arrogant and arrogant manner is simply better than the lame and stuttering head of the Esther family.
The old deer is even more disgusting, at least the latter knows his own shortcomings, so he never speaks at will, while Burleyfa always can't wait to express his opinions, stating some pedantic and vulgar arguments, trying to win over allies, but showing that
It's more like a gang of hooligans, it's ridiculously narrow-minded.
He is insidious and vicious yet self-consciously generous, impulsive and violent yet prides himself on being tolerant, arrogant yet pretentious, and yet proud of himself despite being ugly... It would not be too much to throw all the derogatory words that describe the lower limits of human beings at him, if it is true.
If a god created the world and life, then this guy should be the work he regrets most.
If possible, I really don’t want to deal with this guy, or to be precise, I don’t want to die. So Neville pretended not to hear the sound coming from outside the door, turned her head to the side, and admired the scenery outside the balcony. The outline of the blood moon was in
Faintly visible behind the fog, the blood-red moonlight was exceptionally bright, staining every corner of the high cliffs and swamps.
Dong Dong——
Berlefa was knocking on the door again. The sound of knocking on the door was quite urgent, and there was a bit of impatience in his tone. It seemed that if he didn't respond to him, he would break in. This guy has always been
In this way, he thinks he has a strong mind and is patient and tolerant, but in fact he is a manic patient dominated by impulsive emotions. The Valenhilde family is actually reduced to being led by him, and as expected, those eyes are filled with tears.
It is a very correct decision to die together with those who have fallen into rat turds.
Neville sighed helplessly, feeling sorry that she had been disturbed by the tea party. She was about to ask about the reason for Boleyfa's visit, when she suddenly heard a violent movement outside the door. Boleyfa was like a quilt.
A man strangled his neck and let out a shrill wail, but it only lasted for a short time and then stopped abruptly. Then there was the muffled sound of heavy objects falling on the corridor, and everything became quiet, as if the sound was swallowed by darkness.<
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What happened to this guy? He committed suicide outside his room?
If it is true, Neville sincerely hopes that he can come back to life immediately and then commit suicide again, so that when he wails, she can raise the teacup in time and take a sip of black tea to cheer him up.
Missing the most exciting performance, the silver-eyed Countess was filled with regret. She stood up from the armchair and walked over to open the door, wanting to see what was going on in the corridor? It couldn't be that Berlefa was really tired of living and deliberately
Come and perform a suicide show for yourself? Then you have misunderstood him. Although his life as a vampire is very failed and meaningless, he has given him a lot of trouble in the world of how to play a clown well.
He gave a very professional answer, full of rigorous and enthusiastic research spirit, and deserves everyone's warm applause.
With a playful and relaxed attitude, Neville gently pushed open the heavy door. The moment she saw the scene outside, she was stunned.
Berrefa's bloated and ugly body did indeed fall on the cold floor. There was a fatal wound on the back of his neck, and blood gurgled out of it. He was as motionless as a dead pig, and his appearance when he died was the same as when he was born.
His appearance was equally funny, but what was even more effective was that next to his body, a rather familiar little girl was holding a dagger, with a look of disgust, poking at Burlefa's gradually stiffening muscles.
body, and whispered in his mouth: "Should he be completely dead?"
"Leticia!?"
Neville reacted and blurted out: "Why are you here?"