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Chapter 95 The Devil's Feast (9)
There is something wrong with Kou Dong, so he doesn't like NPCs being so shy.
It's the same as the truth, and it's fun to hunt him - what's the difference between this and the daydream of earning over 100 million a month while holding five hundred yuan?
He also just wants to be out of reach for this group of perverts.
Kou Dong slapped the whip on his hand with a 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 attracts young people or young people attract him, it is a wonderful and fascinating thing for him.
He even turned halfway, obviously expecting what kind of evaluation the youth would give him.
Kou Dong leisurely completed the second half of the sentence, "That's really boring."
He didn't have the slightest interest in this kind of vampire - none of them looked as tasty as Ye Yanzhi.
Judged as a boring baron: "..."
He couldn't believe it.
His status in the blood clan is quite high, and logically speaking, he can be regarded as sweet. don't know how many new vampires have secretly signaled to have a word with him - is it not attractive to young people at all?
The baron was actually a little unwilling to give birth, his blue eyes stared at him deeply, and after a while he spit out a sentence: "Why?"
The delicate and expensive young Viscount still seemed uninterested, his thin lips parted slightly, and two words popped out.
"It's unpalatable."
"..."
In the blood clan, this is no different from pointing at each other's nose and saying: You can't.
The baron's spirit was even a little dejected, and the next hunting was just adorned on the back, and the previous interest was no longer seen.
When the first prey is obtained, the hunt is officially started.
The well-dressed vampires spread out, looking for something to hunt. The sound of horse hooves approaching, and to the fleeing people, this sound is no different from the god of death shaking the bell he carries with him, and at some point, the shadow of the sickle will completely cover their heads.
Their chatter and laughter added to the fear. Vampires have far superior vision than ordinary people, and can even see the thorns of bees busy gathering honey on a flower. Human movements are naturally easier to detect. One by one, the prey was caught, some running around in a panic, and some shivering alone in hiding. The servants that followed dragged the shot out and showed it to the others as if it were fur, so that the nobles could decide what to do with it.
The nobles did not like the blood of commoners, so most of them waved their hands and handed it over to those servants to divide things up. - For them, the activity of chasing prey itself is more exciting than tasting the less delicious blood of these commoners.
Another prey was found. He stumbled through the bushes and ran forward, his long, loose white robe fluttering around him, desperately trying to fight for a chance to escape the chasing demons behind him.
But the blood clan did not feel pity because of his desperate efforts. Instead, they smiled slightly, taking more and more pleasure from the constant flight of their prey.
The cross-steel bow was tensed again, and the sharp arrow came off the string.
Snapped!
The air was torn open and shot right through the neck of the prey. Perhaps because of the injury to the artery, the red blood splashed Lao Gao, almost splashing on the faces of the blood races in front of him - he opened his eyes wide, and his figure slowly weakened.
"I lost my hand," said the guest who shot the arrow behind him, with regret in his voice, "It's a waste."
They don't want the blood of the dead anymore.
The dead prey fell to the ground, and there was no vampire to take care of him. Their hooves ran right over him, stomping 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 he looked strange. They still regard themselves as nobles in their bones. Even if they rely on human blood to maintain their lives, they are still nobles - nobles like Jie, not to mention that they are pampered people who have grown up in this way. Picking again, it's normal to not be used to this scene.
Although it's a bit absurd to say.
Time passed very quickly, and it was almost lunchtime. Kou Dong glanced at the sky, not only did his heart not fall, it even lifted a little.
The hunt is coming to an end, and he hasn't waited for his important level yet. It would be too simple to just accompany this group of vampires to hunt without changing his face.
The baron took a cloth from the servant and wiped his crossbow. The steel bow was very brightly polished by him, and the badge was also printed on it. Kou Dong glanced at it, it was two torn black wings, wrapped in thorns.
This reminded him of the big fluttering moth from the previous dungeon, and his stomach began to twitch faintly again.
He felt that he was allergic to wings now.
Especially after the last time I had grown such a pair, I was even more allergic.
"The Viscount doesn't hunt?"
The noble boy behind him asked abruptly, his gaze resting on the side of his neck.
Without waiting for Kou Dong to answer, the young man couldn't refuse and said, "Since you're here, you should give it a try."
"I'm not interested in them."
"The Viscount may not try it," the young man said lightly, completely blocking his back path, "It should be shown to us."
- I'm afraid I can't escape.
Kou Dong had no choice but to lift the cross-steel bow in his hand. In order to make it easier for him to show his hunting skills, a servant pushed an injured prey out, and drove him to Kou Dong like a duck.
A crow quietly landed on the branch, watching everything below with its dark red eyes.
The surrounded Dongfang youth held the bow and crossbow tightly in his hands and narrowed his dark eyes slightly. Dozens of blood clans surrounded him, and he was still in the middle, still arrogant and quiet, not anxious.
It shook its wings twice and changed to a higher branch, as quiet as a dark tree shadow.
No one paid attention to the bird that should not have been near. The eyes of the blood clans were all focused on the people in front of them. Those eyes were extremely oppressive, and they all showed him:
This arrow must be shot.
"I heard that Viscount Glenn's hunting level is quite high?" the noble boy said leisurely, and his words had pushed Kou Dong to a dead end, "I heard that in Nanfang Manor, the first name of every hunt is Viscount. ——So close Distance, the Viscount can't miss it, right?"
Kou Dong paused, and couldn't help but say "Fuck" in his heart.
There are unbreakable rules in the copy, which are also equivalent to the player's challenge level. Now this level has been completely exposed to Kou Dong, and the rules are clear.
To shoot arrows, and can not miss.
He had to shoot the girl in front of him.
Kou Dong's palms were slightly soaked with sweat, and he understood the malicious intent of hunting.
This is forcing him to kill his own kind. Even more terrifying is that he still has to kill, not even showing the slightest weakness or struggle-
He must not expose his weaknesses 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 say a word, her two huge eyes filled with tears, she just staggered and rushed into the bushes desperately, trying to escape there. .
Her thoughts are really naive. Since these blood races brought her here, they are determined not to let her escape. This so-called chance is just the last bit of hope given to people before death, teaching her to die in the last bit of unremitting struggle, far more than ending all cruelty directly.
He didn't speak, just pointed the crossbow at the girl. The figure of the other party was slender and weak, rushing towards the front, not even daring to look back.
Kou Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, calculating the distance, and at the same time his legs suddenly clamped the horse's belly.
He aimed at the girl's thin shoulder.
three.
two.
one.
The white horse was caught by him, and suddenly neighed, shaking his head. At the same time, Kou Dong shot an arrow in his hand——
He did not face the girl at all, but shot at the blood clan attendant who had just driven the girl away.
The attendant was obviously unprepared, and still stood there and squinted at the prey, not teaching her to escape from his sight. He was still in disbelief until the arrow arrived in front of him. He only blinked and watched the sharp long arrow pierce his shoulder by surprise.
He was staggered back by the huge impact force, wailed, and fell to the ground. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the girl plunged headlong into the dense jungle, only glanced in the direction of Kou Dong, her blue eyes flashed behind the bushes, and then ran quickly.
The corners of the baron's lips pursed tightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Viscount Glenn, what does this mean?"
Kou Dong held the crossbow and remained calm.
"It's really annoying to always catch such prey." He said, "Wouldn't it be more interesting to change it?"
What he said was quite a matter of course, and he was so confident that the baron got stuck.
Did he shoot an arrow?
- Of course shot.
Did he get shot?
—Look, very accurate.
So, what rule did he break? Isn't it all according to the rules?
Anyway, whoever likes to kill will kill, and Kou Dong will not do it.
baron:"……"
The baron moved the corners of his mouth and smiled after a long time, "It seems that Viscount Glenn is very sympathetic to the fragrance."
Kou Dong did not hear his sour words. Anyway, the NPC is somewhat jealous, and it is not the first time he has seen him, and he even wants to beat the other party.
The stinky bugs that are used to it, just fight it.
The baron's mood was obviously down a little bit again because what he wanted failed to come true. At least on the way back, Kou Dong looked at the other party's face, and all he thought of was the eloquent announcement of the host in the weather forecast: Light rain turns to showers.
The baron with the rain on his face took all the blood races back to the house. After the sound of the hooves disappeared, the crow parked on the branch also spread its wings and flew straight into an open window in the castle.
A pale finger sticks out of the window slightly, and it stands on it, raising its small head.
"Sir," its bird's beak opened, but it spit out human words, "Sir..."
The crow's dark red eyes turned, knowing that the adult had used his eyes to see everything. It even understood the adult's special attention to the Eastern Viscount—he is indeed special.
From smell, to sound, and even appearance.
It fluttered its wings, expressing its eagerness to approach its master. However, the hand only caressed its tail feathers lightly, her pale lips parted, and she whispered, "It's still the same."
Crow blinked.
From its dark pupils, a snow-white color gradually appeared, and that color was even out of place in this dark room.
It was an angel statue, white all over, 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 something or hold something.
The count seemed to sense its gaze, and his eyes gradually returned to the statue.
"Don't worry," he whispered, stroking the angel's wings with his hand, "It's just the beginning."
- He will finally embrace his angel back.
The servant was already waiting in front of the door, Kou Dong's eyes met Ye Yanzhi's, and neither of them said a word.
The young man took a few steps forward, helped Kou Dong to dismount, and put his hands slightly to one place.
He could feel his cub's cooler-than-usual body temperature, obviously worried about him too.
This worry made Ye Yanzhi in Kou Dong's eyes a little more delicious, and the little cake was topped with sweet cream.
His fingertips rubbed against the cold back of his hand, a small, wordless consolation.
The eyes of the young vampire who were touched were deep, and he didn't let him withdraw, but instead grabbed his fingertips abruptly, rubbing the piece of flesh with Ruowu.
"..."
This action is far from consolation can be summed up in two words.
Kou Dongqing shuddered uncontrollably, as if she was suddenly electrocuted, and hurriedly retracted her hand.
There seemed to be a slight smile in the eyes of the young blood clan.
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 that the Earl's room had never been entered.
The ground floor is the storage place for the kitchen and 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 them are guests. The servant's room is at the corner of each floor, and a small staircase leads directly to the kitchen to avoid disturbing the master. There is also a library in the attic, full of yellowed books.
"There are still some unexpected discoveries," Ye Yanzhi whispered, and lightly tapped the paper used to write the clues, "The Earl's age is older than we thought."
Kou Dong: "...Isn't he several hundred years old?"
Isn't that old enough?
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 himself. Since no one had read it for a long time, the book had already fallen into some dust, and he brushed off all the dust on it, revealing the cover of the kraft paper.
Above it is a pair of gorgeous, outstretched wings, entwined with blooming, bright red roses, occupying almost the entire plane.
"etc……"
Kou Dong suddenly stopped. He took the quill and hurriedly drew a pattern on the paper. Although the huge wings he drew looked like chicken wings, 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 the painting skills!" Kou Dong felt a little embarrassed, he covered the two ugly wings, "Just look at the shape, does it look like it?"
The young vampire frowned and looked again and nodded.
"Where did you see it?"
"On the baron's crossbow," Kou Dong whispered, "I saw it while hunting."
His fingers rubbed the wings on the cover, and he seemed to be able to see the brilliance reflected on it, and he couldn't help being a little dazed.
"Cub..."
Ye Yanzhi: "There is content in it."
"..."
Kou Dong didn't know why, but there was a thought of evasion in his heart. He thought the thought was really ridiculous, so he forcibly suppressed it and looked at the words recorded in it.
Unexpectedly, it was about religion.
"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.
May your kingdom come, and may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us our daily bread today.
Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours forever and ever. "
...
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 homepage.
"The Father gave him everything, the spring, the wine, the morning star.
Grant immortality, honor, purity—"
The latter words, but it seems that because of the age, the handwriting is blurred into a ball, and it can no longer be distinguished. Kou Dong continued to turn the pages of the book, and what he saw was almost all praising the Father, with a few paragraphs of praise in the middle, like an angel who was particularly favored by the Father and even had six pairs of wings.
He clenched the thin pages of this chapter, and had an inexplicable intuition in his heart that could not be explained or explained.
this angel...
Ye Yanzhi: "He fell to the sky."
Kou Dong was stunned for a moment, then looked at him suddenly: "What?"
"It's written later," Ye Yanzhi said lightly, unable to see the expression in his eyes, "he doesn't want to be the darling of God in the sky anymore, he's tired of living under the wings of others. - He wants to be free. ."
"So he broke his wings and jumped down from the sixth realm."
"he died."
Kou Dong was a little stunned, and after a while he murmured, "I've heard this story..."
Although the details are different, this is an ancient myth to which many elements of the myth correspond. But he never thought about the relationship between the beloved angel in this myth and the blood race.
He whispered, "Shouldn't he be Lucifer?"
There was a desolate smile on the lips of the young blood clan for some reason. He stared at the unknown 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 heartbeat suddenly stopped.
He looked at Ye Yanzhi and realized a possibility that even made him uneasy.
"That is"
"is God."
Ye Yanzhi confirmed his conjecture.
The creator, omnipotent, omniscient God. He thought it was enough for him to put his beloved soul under his eyes.
He gave him glory, gave him wings, and clothed him with light.
He ceded his authority and shared the world.
But the soul is not satisfied. He raised his head and asked only one thing from the almighty god:
free.
Sitting on the throne of God, God understood for the first time that there was nothing he could do.
"What if I don't agree?"
The soul replies: "I want nothing else."
Without his freedom, he is just a canary in a cage - a canary doesn't care how many pairs of wings he has produced.
He broke his own wings with his own hands, and without hesitation, he fell headfirst.
And after that, the one who fell to the sky and became the Lord of Darkness was never the angel in the myth.
It's that desolate deity.
Kou Dong was quiet for a while before shaking his head gently.
"I don't like this story."
This story always reminded him of the previous copy. The little butterfly who was locked up by the psychologist cut off his own wings with a knife to escape from the cage——
This made the psychological teacher desperate, and gradually grew dark emotions in his heart, becoming the nest of butterflies.
And what about the gods?
What will the gods be like?
"But all of this is just our guess," Ye Yanzhi said, covering the book again, "Our mission has not been completed."
He glanced at the young man's face, and then slowed down his voice.
"Would you like to rest for a while?"
Didn't sleep well last night.
Kou Dong's expression was still a little dazed, he nodded and climbed into the bed. Trapped in the soft bed, he closed his eyes almost immediately, and even dreamed.
Only this time the dream was different from usual. He dreamed that he was sitting in a room surrounded by many people, whose faces were full of good intentions and whose movements were as careful as that of fragile china or treasures.
They all looked at him with concern, and reached out to touch his forehead, lest he feel the slightest discomfort.
"Master."
In the blur, many swaying figures called him that, their voices soft, as if they were afraid to frighten him.
"Master..."
"This is your lunch."
He was trapped in the pile of toys, and the fluffy rabbits and bears almost covered half of his body. Their eyes were like black beans, and they looked at him, and the red mouth was embroidered with thin thread.
"I don't want to eat." Seeing himself pushing the bowl away from him, he asked the others, "When will he be back?"
"..."
Those people seemed a little embarrassed, their lips moved, and hesitantly spit out a name. It's just that Kou Dong couldn't see or hear, so he could only hear them saying, "He'll be back soon."
"I have something to ask him." He rested his head wearily against the furry bunny ear, hearing his heart thump.
There seemed to be a vague voice there telling him that he couldn't wait for anyone to come back.
……can not.
"No," he suddenly changed his mind, "don't wait for him to come back."
The people around him became more and more delighted, and said quickly, "Master, if you want, we can call someone to accompany you..."
"—None of them."
He said in a low voice, and finally slowly raised his face to look 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 trembling in his tone.
"Can you find someone to help me get it back?"
The author has something to say:
Kou Dongdong: planted a pair of wings yesterday, harvested six pairs today, wow...
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[Some of the prayers in the text are derived from actual prayers]