Chapter 57 Volume 7

"Celt, will vampires cry?" Silent lay on the man, his legs clamped against his waist, his hands touched the corners of his eyes, and slowly rubbed them.

The Duke held his hand and placed it on his lips to kiss, "Wei, although the blood clan has no temperature, they still retain their human side."

Silently lowered his eyes. In fact, he had already thought about what to do in this mission, and he was sure that once he did it, he would definitely succeed.

But he didn't do it for a long time.

Year after year, for the blood clans, they have no concept of time. The sunrise and the sunset wake up are all theirs.

They have infinite lives, but ordinary people will experience birth, old age, sickness and death. This is inevitable.

Lai Xin died at the age of 80, which was a safe life. The only regret was that she never married after A Jin disappeared.

Fortunately, at the moment of death, God heard her wish, and the boy she loved stood before her.

The handsome sunshine in my memory, and she is already gray-haired and dying.

Looking at the night sky above his head, he whispered silently, "I thought you would make her a blood clan."

Ajin held a knife and carved it on the tombstone in a stroke. His voice was very calm, and a smile appeared on his face, but it made people unable to bear to cry.

"She is an angel living in the sun. If I take away her sunshine, then it is equivalent to destroying her life with my own hands."

After a long time, Chen Shi put the yellow chrysanthemum in his hand on the small earth bun, "A Jin, are you blaming me?"

If it weren't for him, the lover would have gotten married and had children, and would have lived happily throughout his life.

The forest was silent, with only the heavy and rhythmic sound of the knife carved from the wood.

Put your hand in your pants pocket, turn silently, and walk towards the forest exit.

"I am a sinner, I fell in love with my partner." Ajin put down the knife and blew away the wood chips on it. He turned his head and stared at the thin figure with his back to him. The emotions of countless days and nights were hidden quietly in the night. He laughed silently, "...It's been a long time."

The silent footsteps stopped easily, but quickly followed them. He did not look back, but he knew that the young man's hot eyes had been stopped on him until he walked out of the forest.

A long time ago, when he first met, he knew Ajin's thoughts, but he thought that as time goes by, he would eventually change.

I never thought that some things cannot be taken away by time.

As soon as I returned to the castle, I saw Hena standing there with a serious expression, wearing a dark red robe, becoming more and more weird.

Silently pursed his lips, "What's wrong?"

"The Holy See is a big move, and crosses and wooden stakes that bless the power of light appear in the streets and alleys. They want to kill us."

Silence passed by to give Selt's most loyal servant a hug, soothing her uneasy mood.

A black bat flew over Silent's head, and his wings kept slapping around his head, urging something, Silent said goodbye to Hener and followed the black bat upstairs.

The man sat on a chair, and the black dress was a little confused, with a wide neckline, and there were a few light-colored tooth marks on the exposed pale skin.

That was left by his little partner.

Silent touched the head of the black bat, waved it to leave, closed the door, walked to the man, leaned over and hugged his neck.

"Selter, I heard from Hener."

"Wei, that's not what you should worry about." Selt slapped his butt, hugged him on his legs, and slid his hand into the collar and stroked it.

Silent adjusted his sitting position, spread his legs, and the man's desire to gradually wake up came up.

He reached out and unbuttoned his clothes, went to unbutton his clothes, and leaned over to kiss the man with a smile in front of him, licking his chin with his tongue.

Celte's hand left the wine glass, and the dipped red wine left traces of temptation from the boy's beautiful back. A drop of red wine flowed into the gap along the tailbone, and something quietly happened in a corner that others could not see.

"Wei, your enthusiasm during this period surprised me." My partner showed a longing look at him. He was happy, but inexplicably felt that he would lose something.

The silent drooping eyes covered the emotions in his eyes. He raised his eyes, curled up the corners of his lips and showed a smile, then lowered his head to bite Celte's chest.

Celte took a deep breath, and the rolling Adam's apple showed his hunger at this moment. He looked at the boy's black hair and let the other party lick his chest like a child.

I can't remember how many times I followed my desire to do the most primitive things. I know each other's sensitive points and think about letting each other enjoy more.

"Se...Selte...don't do it there..." Silent climbed his shoulders, his body pounding up and down with the rhythm.

He went deeper under him, hitting that point, slowing down the friction, and Selt licked his neck, "Wei, you're wronged every time."

Silent body shook, and the cold liquid that was spraying splashed on his and Celte's abdomen, sticky.

The aroma of wine spreading in the air was gradually replaced by other scents, and the breathing of the two people in the room became more and more rapid.

The chair made a slight sound, and Selt put his silent legs on his shoulders, put one hand around his waist, and touched the pink object he had just released with the other hand, slowly stroking the slippery liquid, changing angles to occupy his partner.

Silent leaned back, hugged Selt's neck tightly, and intermittent moans came out of his mouth, moving his hips, actively catering to him, and combining more closely.

People in the world say that the blood clan is passionate and enthusiastic, but they don’t know that they are as affectionate as they are.

From the initial blood obsession, delicious food, to unconscious habits and recognition, to the desire to see it when you open your eyes every day, this process is not long, but it is unforgettable enough.

During the hundred years of love between the Selts, they sat silently at one end of the long table, looking at the snacks placed on it, the almond tea he loved to drink, the freshly picked roses, and the gentlemanly and elegant man opposite him.

"Wei, for the next hundred years, I hope you have grown up."

Looking at the happiness clearly visible in the man's eyes, the silence was swaying for a moment. This is a rare phenomenon for him, whether it is real life or the experiences he has walked through in the past.

"dimension?"

The approaching breath of death accompanied by the sound in his ears pulled back the silent thoughts. He tied Celte's long hair with a hairband and leaned over and kissed him.

"Mr. Celter, your partner has never known how old you are. Should you tell him?"

The Duke raised his eyebrows lightly, "Forgot."

"Wei, do you think I'm old?" The Duke showed a wounded expression. "Humans have a saying that love should be bound by age."

"Yes." Chen Si took a sip of almond tea and said jokingly, "But Mr. Celte, is the gap between us a little bigger?"

"Let's talk about something else, Wei, today is our centenary." Selt touched his nose and turned his head so that the boy could bite his neck with just one mouth.

Looking at the pale and slender neck in front of him, he knew how delicious the blood under his skin was. He didn't stretch out his teeth in silence, but just licked it back and forth several times.

This surprised the Duke a little. The young man who used to pounce on him was particularly controllable today.

The feeling of loss brought by the raised child grew up in his heart. Selt picked up his glass and sipped his wine, stood up and took a walk in the manor behind him with silence.

All the servants of the castle went out today, and they were ordered to come back only before sunrise, only tonight for the Duke and his companion.

Winter went to spring, and decades later, silence could hide his breath well. Sometimes he didn't even know that even standing behind Selt.

Of course, this is rare.

Late at night, Chen Si quietly went to the basement with a kerosene lamp, which was the only place he had never been to.

The black coffin opened, and Selt sat up at the edge, whispering in anger, "Wei, you are so disobedient."

Hena followed her adult, and she didn't dare to ask any more. When she followed her outside the basement, she seemed to understand something, and the candlestick in her hand almost fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

The silent body shook, and the books in his hand fell to the ground. He turned around and looked. The man's tall figure turned against the light, making the entire basement cold.

"Selter, I'm just a little bored and want to read some books to pass the time." He tried to soothe the terrible man in front of him.

The books on the ground seemed to be alive, turning pages, stopping on one of the pages, with a little trace left on it, prompting someone to read it before.

There are dense Latin words on it, recording many unknown things, including the Holy See and the Vampire.

Looking at his little partner, Selt tried his best to resist the urge to scold him. He leaned over to kiss the boy's cheek, "I'm not tolerant, on the contrary, I'm cruel. Baby, don't make me angry, okay?"

Silently raised his head and let the cold kiss on his face stop beside his mouth. He pursed his lips slightly, "I'm sorry."

There was no rumor about what happened that day, but it made Selt suspicious. He brought silence with him every day, almost inseparable, but some things were destined to happen.

For the blood clan, the moment of sunrise is their most vulnerable time, and their minds will fall into a turbid state.

Silence pierced the wooden stakes stolen from the town church into Selter's chest. His eyes were red and his hands were shaking violently by the rotten stakes.

Knowing that doing this just makes the man coma, he still feels pain. Didn’t he say that a vampire has no heart? Then why does he feel a thrust in his heart?

"Selt, I have to leave." As before, he licked the man's neck and lips, licked the overflowing blood off, and his eyes were red in silence, and said softly, "I owe a lot of debts and should not promise you again."

There was cold liquid on his face, and he reached out to wipe it off, "I am very happy for these 187 years, thank you."

After saying that, Chen Si bit his lips hard, a little discouraged, "I'll take back that sentence, Celte, wait for me."

By the river outside the town, the boy shrouded in black robe looked at the few people walking from a distance. The man in charge had a cross hanging on his chest, and his body exuded a sacred breath.

He is the cardinal of the Holy See, and is also the descendant of a man he met on the streets of London in silence many years ago.

"Meet again." Looking at the boy I had met accidentally two years ago, a soft light flashed through Sius's eyes and disappeared quickly. He stretched out his hand, "Will, God welcome you back."

Silently looked up at him, but it seemed as if he was looking further away. He slowly stretched out his hand. At that moment, the power of light made his hand burn.

Sius restrained his breath, and he pulled the boy's black robe to block the rain, and said softly, "The Pope welcomes you too."

In the flash, Chen Si suddenly bit Xius' neck. As expected, the other party just struggled a few times, watched him fall slowly, and met his disappointed eyes. Si Si said calmly, "Xius, I'm sorry, I must help him solve some trouble before leaving."

The man opened his mouth and could only make a painful sound. The cross on his chest was torn off and thrown into the rain. That was the only thing he did before he died.

Until his death, he was unwilling to hurt the young man. Like his ancestors, he was poisoned.

This is a big irony.
To be continued...