【Extra: Ann Lorius】

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"You're going to meet someone."

The old priest said tremblingly.

Thousands of years ago, the Demon Blood Clan believed in the concept of killing supremacy, outside the church were flying bats, the sky was gloomy, women were crying in the corner with their children, and the gentlemen and elegant blood clans evoked cruel laughter, polite, and bloody and rude.

The church was already bleeding, the corpses were lying on rows of holly-colored chairs, and the faithful were wide-eyed, cloudy like stiff sculptures.

The little vampire, who was only six hundred years old, walked slowly to the front with a slow and logical pace.

In the frescoes of the church's dome, angels gently look down on all beings, while corpses are strewn below.

The child's silver hair reflected the light cast by the dome, and the burgundy eyes seemed to be contained in a luminous cup.

The priest looked at him with pity.

The little blood clan came to the front, tilted his head and glanced at him lightly, "You seem to have something to say to me?" ”

He casually stepped over the chair in front of him, jumped on the table, and sat down in the front row slowly, his legs dangling under the table, like a beautiful and well-behaved child, coming to the church to listen to the priest's prayers.

The priest stared into his eyes: "Son, you don't want to kill. ”

"Why?" Ann Lorius narrowed her eyes.

"Because...... If you kill someone, you will regret it and you will not know how to make up for it. Every time you think about it, you get a lot of pain. ”

"Why?"

"Because you're going to meet someone."

The old priest said tremblingly.

Angelolius' burgundy eyes stared at him for a moment, then pursed her lips boredly and jumped off the table.

He walked slowly towards the door, lazily waving at the priest behind him, "Too lazy to kill you." ”

He didn't kill.

An Lorus always thought that he was really too lazy to kill. He was only 600 years old at the time, a small group, and he didn't understand what the priest meant.

However, in the long years that followed, he was sealed in the dark tomb by the secret party, and he occasionally woke up and stared at the lid of the coffin boringly, so bored that he wanted to bite himself twice and let the blood determine whether he was still alive.

At that time......

He would suddenly remember the priest's words.

"Meet someone."

Who do you meet? What kind of people?

He closed his eyes and thought slowly, he had actually relied on this faint and worthless expectation to slowly spend so much time. He began to wonder why meeting that person made him willing to let go of killing?

I didn't ask the old priest in the church because I wasn't at all curious about those words. But when he became curious, he couldn't ask anymore.

Besides, by the time he left the seal, that priest would have disappeared long ago in the changed dynasty.

Maybe only when he meets that person can he meet this expectation and solve these strange questions.

——

So, he finally met it.

He heard the door open, followed by footsteps as someone walked in, getting closer.

A second ago, his mind was thinking nonchalantly whether he should turn the visitor into a slave or simply kill him. He remembered the photo he had just seen, the owner of the house was a girl with black eyes.

But those eyes weren't attractive.

He calmly looked at the person who walked in, and when he met the black eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and pursed his lips:

"Sister...... You saved me? ”