The sun rose completely on the sixth day.

It hangs in the foggy sky, can't see its whole picture, can only vaguely feel the light it casts - the high and dense jungle casts deep and shallow shadows under its reflection.

The encirclement of the pursuers shrank further, and Kou Dong could often hear the rapid sound of hooves. The sound was so close, as if it were close at hand. The black robes of the old angels also gradually appeared in the forest, and their breath seemed to be everywhere. Needless to say, Kou Dong could also feel that they were approaching step by step.

It was almost an escape.

Strangely, Kou Dong didn't feel how bad the escape was now. Maybe it's because I've experienced too much in the game, and it's more likely because of Ye Yanzhi. ——The existence of the young blood clan makes him feel somewhat dependent.

Ye Yanzhi's power seems to be stronger than other blood clans. His blood was even more seductive than that of the Count himself, which was somewhat testament to this, and his sight and hearing were far superior to others. Under his leadership, the two carefully avoided the approaching enemies and headed towards the castle.

Near noon, the two rested for a while leaning against the tree trunk. Ye Yanzhi handed the water bag to Kou Dong and motioned him to take another sip. ——The human body needs water in the end, and Kou Dong's lips were already puffed up.

Kou Dong licked the tip of his tongue, but he didn't care, "It's okay."

He subconsciously reached out to pull, and the young blood clan's forehead twitched slightly, stopping his movement.

"do not move."

Kou Dong stared at him blankly.

"Um?"

"Don't move," said the young vampire who could not refuse, and touched his lips again with his fingertips, moving slowly, "It will bleed."

"..."

Only then did Kou Dong remember that his own blood was extremely attractive to him.

He blinked, looked at Ye Yanzhi, and wanted to be sucked a little in his heart.

He whispered and suggested: "Or..."

Ye Yanzhi didn't even look at him, Shen Sheng decisively refused.

"no."

Kou Dong: "..."

He was really unhappy.

Can't help but accuse, "You are not filial at all."

Ye Yanzhi: "You passed out last time. I'm worried about your body."

When he said this, he was serious, like a normal son trying to persuade his hypertensive old father not to chew on duck necks.

Helpless, an old father like Kou Dong, who was fascinated by the blood, couldn't notice his painstaking efforts at all, and was still angrily saying: "Nonsense, ... you are not filial! Can I be called faint?" ?

He grabbed the word and wanted to discuss with Ye Yanzhi the difference between fainting because of a weak body and fainting because of overexertion. However, the young blood clan suddenly reached out and grabbed him, whispering: "Something's wrong."

Kou Dongchao looked around and found nothing wrong. The little white horse was still resting by the tree, and there was no other sound.

The fog in the forest has not yet completely dissipated, and it lingers like a ribbon, obscuring the sight. He blinked, trying to distinguish the scene from it, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Is it fog?"

The usual morning fog should have dissipated at this time. But now, the morning fog in the forest seems to be getting thicker and thicker, and the white fog almost drowns their figures.

After walking forward for about ten minutes, they vaguely saw the silhouette of the side from the fog, like a stone. They didn't realize until approached that it was a statue made of stone.

There is no person carved on the statue, only a pair of wings tightly bound by thorns, which is as tall as a person. The branches of thorns pierced through the gaps in the feathers, rather as if they locked it, fastened it firmly to the ground, and did not teach it to escape. It was struggling and twisted, as if someone had firmly grasped it in his hand and violently twisted it off.

Bloody, spooky and peculiar beauty. The feathers were so realistic that one almost thought they were alive.

It is the next second that can break away from the thorns and fly from this earth.

"I've seen it!" Kou Dong said suddenly, "Those blood races seem to have this mark on them—"

He thought it was a family crest, but now it looks like it is not exactly like it.

What does this mean?

The brows of the young blood clan frowned slightly, and their expressions were not very good for some reason. He looked at the statue intently, and suddenly asked Kou Dong, "Can you come closer?"

"Yes," Kou Dongnane felt a little strange, "You can't get close?"

As soon as he turned his head, he realized that Ye Yanzhi's footsteps stopped two or three steps away from the statue, as if he had been hindered by invisible obstacles.

"It will be affected." Ye Yanzhi explained briefly, "It has a lot of negative emotions on it."

When he was approaching, his mind trembled slightly, and the fear and pain that was about to be lost instantly pressed down like a mountain, enveloping the person firmly. He couldn't escape, almost as if he had entered another nightmare.

Kou Dong was not affected at all. He tentatively reached out and touched, touching the cold, stone-carved feathers, each clear and real. A few long tail feathers hang down from the edge, hanging like a phoenix tail and falling into the air.

Kou Dong felt inexplicably familiar.

He stroked along the surface of the wing, and his hand shook slightly when he touched the base.

He touched something completely different from stone.

- He took his hand back.

There was some golden powder on it, and it was fine and shiny, not like ordinary gold powder, but like...

Rather like dried blood left by an angel.

Kou Dong informed Ye Yanzhi of this discovery. The young vampire was silent for a while, and then looked up at the statue. Now, they don't look like statues, just the proof that the most favored angel has fallen from the sky. After the pair of wings was abandoned by the angel, the greedy thorns and weeds gradually wrapped it, and it became a cold stone statue, full of the angel's desperate courage and the monstrous wrath of the heavenly Father, so that ordinary people could not tell him at all. approach.

The only angel in the legend with six pairs of wings. He is the well-deserved favor of God, the first creature created by the Heavenly Father, and the most perfect and most in line with God's will. For this beautiful creation, the Father created a magnificent third day for this delicate seraph to inhabit.

But when he escaped the favor of the Father, plunged into the cruel and dark earth, and took off his wings, what was he thinking in his heart?

What is going on in the heart of the Father?

Kou Dong stared closely at the winged statue. The light golden powder gave him a strange premonition. He lowered his head, bit his finger, and squeezed the drop of blood on top of the statue.

"—It's time to stop here."

A cold and hard voice suddenly came from behind him, and at the same time, an extremely strong sense of oppression rushed into Kou Dong's mind. Someone was behind him, staring coldly at the back of his headsuddenly, that gaze Moved down, focusing on the back of his exposed neck, greedy and fiery, almost penetrating his thin flesh, digging out his blood with his eyes.

There is no doubt that this is a blood family. After Kou Dong turned his head, he saw his face.

Blonde and blue eyes, handsome face.

It was none other than the Baron.

He came faster than Kou Dong imagined. He jumped off his horse and watched the two of them.

"My esteemed guest from afar," the baron's riding boots creaked on the ground, he held his crossbow loosely in one hand, and said softly, "the seven-day dinner is not over yet, how can you leave? "

Kou Dong asked the question from the bottom of his heart: "The place is on fire, can you still have a dinner party?"

Where to do it, it can't be camping outside, can it?

The baron was slightly choked by his words, but he was not angry, but laughed more and more gentlely.

"This is what the guests should worry about," he casually played with the crossbow in his hand. "What you need to worry about is how to enjoy yourself—isn't it?"

"..."

Kou Dong said in his heart, how can we count as having a good time, can we count as having a good time by sucking each other.

Sure enough, the baron's next sentence was: "Why don't Viscount Glenn try my taste?"

Kou Dong stared at him incomprehensibly, as if staring at a pervert.

No, he felt that he could completely get rid of the word "Wan Ru" - this is clearly a pervert.

He declined, "No, thank you."

The baron narrowed his blue eyes and looked calmly at the young vampire standing beside him. Immediately, he smiled deeper and said thoughtfully: "It seems that Viscount Glenn has found the father he wants."

It took Kou Dong a while to figure out how he suddenly changed from Ye Yanzhi's father to Ye Yanzhi's son. Now, he is a human, but Ye Yanzhi is a well-deserved blood family, so naturally he will not be his contract person - on the contrary, he himself looks like Ye Yanzhi's contract person, waiting for Ye Yanzhi's early embrace.

With the sudden decline of seniority, Kou's father felt that he was a little disadvantaged.

What's weird is that he thought it would be very cool to be embraced by Ye Yan at the beginning...

Kou Dong recalled the pleasure of being sucked blood, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Indeed."

Being sucked by Ye Yanzhi makes people happy, but being embraced for the first time can only be happier!

The corners of the baron's lips suddenly tightened, and a storm broke out in his eyes.

"Really," he whispered, "are you willing to be his prey..."

Looking at his expression, Kou Dong suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. In the next second, the baron has suddenly rushed forward. He is like a ferocious beast that eats flesh and blood. The blood-red screen is floating behind him. He didn't even use a crossbow, and he was going to devour the neck of the young man desperately.

The young blood clan stood in front of Kou Dong and stopped him without hesitation. Immediately, the two rolled into a ball on the ground, like two lonely wolves, biting each other with their sharp claws, as if to tear each other's flesh off the skeleton.

The speed of the blood clan was much faster than Kou Dong's line of sight. He could hardly keep up with the movements of the two, he only cared about Ye Yanzhi, and didn't even notice that the statue behind him was shaking slightly. Drops of blood rolled on the statue, like dew rolling over the lotus leaf.

boom.

Beginning with the red drop of blood dripped by the young man with a pale golden edge, the pair of wings gradually showed pale golden blood vessels. They twisted and twisted like snakes on the surface of the wings, and slanted like vines, and then grew upwards - finally, this large net woven of blood densely wrapped the entire statue head-on, firmly trapped in the net.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and even the bird-beak doctors found it here. Their wide black robes floated on the ground, and the dark pressure accumulated, like a dark cloud swaying with the wind. The weird beak mask was full of joy, and they raised the steel sickle in their hands with a bright and cold light, watching silently.

boom.

The wings gave off a subtle, soft light. The tips of the downed wings trembled slightly, and the thorns above seemed to feel the warmth and receded downwards like a tide. Kou Dong hid left and right in the gap of the sickle. The bird-beaked doctors were not affected by the statue and could approach him just like him. Their dry and slender hands were really like bird claws, and they couldn't wait to grab him.

Kou Dong's bow and arrow also took out from the luggage bar and shot the first arrow.

Missed!

His heart was faintly anxious, and he looked at the unscathed angels with beaks, and then at Ye Yanzhi. More blood races appeared, young people, noble teenagers and guests gathered here, a dark crow stayed on the statue, dark red eyes rolled straight, watching the scene in front of him.

The awns are like flowing water, and the crows linger on the crows on the stone pillars. around

Flowing Kou. Dongkuan's broad-brained mid-sky consciousness was swept away by consciousness and passed through this corner, thinking, how to do it, they slammed into the sky with a sudden stop, slow up and slow, piercing the dazzling light. Bai casts the vast crow to the vast crow. fog

——…

...that's it. Yes

Really he really wants to pull up the ground, and from the beginning. one

Day and night, the seat rises high, and what he sees in great grandeur reaches the temple of God, and finally crows come out. now

They are not present where they seem to be absent. of

raven". pp.

For three days, he looked at the bird's mouth and muttered with his red and chestnut eyes, and he repeated his muttering, and all his sweat raised his head to look at the lofty, tall man. It's hard to "avoid the third time this day...a...a" not a big, unobtrusive bird— —

What if it was tipping off?

It looks down from a high sky, how can its own trace be hidden?

This is clearly a meticulous bird!

Kou Dong gritted his teeth, but he couldn't care about the crow at this moment. More beak doctors stepped forward, almost surrounding him, their crowd gradually devouring him like a pack of silent hyenas devouring food.

There is no doubt about Ye Yanzhi's strength, even in the blood clan, he has the strongest and most powerful physique. He snatched the baron's cross-steel bow, but he didn't open the string to shoot. Instead, he held it high and slammed it towards the vampires who were coming towards him without hesitation—

The steel bow was like a hammer in his hand, and when it hit the heads of the vampires, it made a dull sound of cracked fruit.

Blood splattered.

The blood of such filthy vampires disgusted the bird-beak doctors, so they stayed away.

It's now!

Taking advantage of the angels being distracted by Ye Yanzhi, Kou Dong finally took the opportunity to retrieve his arrow. He draws the bowstring and shoots again!

This time, perhaps with Ye Yanzhi by his side, the props in Kou Dong's hands finally came into play. The rear pressure of the powerful arrow shot down all four or five of the angels beside him, but more bird-beak doctors reached out and grabbed his wrists and ankles tightly, touching his pale skin.

Their hands were so cold, even a little old, rubbing and stroking his arms and face roughly, and the touch was even vaguely disgusting. Kou Dong avoided countless hands that came from all directions and wanted to pull him away, and repeatedly kicked his legs, "Go away!"

Instead of letting go, the bird-beak doctors held him tighter and dragged him, as if they were dragging their hard-earned prey, laughing with joy.

Kou Dong's face rubbed against the grass. He was almost lying on his back on the ground, dragged by the black crowd, and he could only desperately grab whatever he could.

His right hand held Ye Yanzhi tightly, while his left hand hooked onto the statue unconsciously.

boom!

This sound was completely loud and shocking. The wings were split open, and there was something on the ground jumping up and down, rhythmically and regularly like a human heart.

The bird-beak doctors finally took their eyes off the young man in front of them and moved to the statue behind them. Their eyes suddenly became frightened, and for a while they seemed to be unable to move, just standing there dumbfounded. Kou Dong took the opportunity to retract his legs and hurriedly took two steps back, but felt the ground under him suddenly rise—

The first thing that catches the eye is the high ceiling.

Immediately afterwards, countless pillars emerged from the soil below the statue, like ten fingers growing out of a human hand. They seem to grow forever, they are engraved with intricate patterns, and they make a loud rumbling sound, lifting up the surrounding turf and trees, tearing the earth, and heading towards the sky covered by the woods.

The sound of the wind passed through the hall, and the crystal stars lingered and flowed on the stone pillars like water. The wide sky was turned upside down, and they headed endlessly upward, piercing the white fog—

The Holy Book says that the Father created the world in seven days.

On the first day, he pinched an angel. He gave the angel the color of the night, gave him black eyes and black hair, and taught him to see the world with these eyes.

The next day, the Father looked again at his beautiful creation. He asked the angel if he wanted anything else; the angel replied that he wanted freedom.

So the Heavenly Father made six pairs of huge snow-white wings for him, with which the angel could fly freely everywhere.

On the third day, the Father asked the angel what he wanted. The angel replied that he wanted a home.

So Heavenly Father built a temple for him, which volleyed in the sky and did not belong to any realm, and became a unique and admirable "third day".

On the fourth day, the Father created the heavens and the earth in order for his children to see more. The earth was empty and void, and the Spirit of God was operating on the water.

On the fifth day, the Father brought the light, and the light made morning and evening, and illuminated the third day.

On the sixth day, the Father created the sun, moon and stars. He spared no effort to decorate the temple of the seraphs with stars and winds, and set them in the sky to illuminate his precious creation.

Heavenly Father thought that was enough, but his child came to him again, begging him to do more for this new world.

Heavenly Father asked, "What do you want?"

The Seraphim replied: "I want the same creation as me."

This is a problem for the Father, the Seraphim is his unique creation. But he didn't want to go against the wishes of his children, so he created the world.

Angels and humans came into being. The former lived in the sky, but no one could have the same six pairs of wings; the latter lived on the earth and could not touch his beloved child.

God never hides his partiality. Of the seven days of creation, he created the only precious creation in six; the remaining day, he created the majority. The only seraph can sit with him on the throne, and even rest in the same temple with him. The Father's love for him is beyond words, and he keeps giving this precious child more, crowns, light, virtues... All the good things he has created are imposed on him alone.

Angels do not know jealousy, and the Father has never given them such emotions. They passed by the door on the third day, all cautiously, for fear of disturbing the resting god inside.

Even now, when they saw the third day, they could not help trembling.

"The third day!" the old angels murmured incredulously, "it's still..."

"It didn't collapse!"

Not only did it not collapse, it was even the same as they remembered. When the temple was vacated, the young noble stood in it, and the wind lifted his fine black hair, revealing his delicate face.

This scene gradually merged with the scene in the memories of the angels. They were trembling, kneeling on their knees under this mighty, unparalleled divine power, unable to utter a word.

The vampires stared blankly, but couldn't get close. Holy light is too strong. They will perish in such a light.

They had to look up, trying to see something from the corner of the high temple. However, even if they opened their eyes sorely, they still couldn't see anything - that was not the area they could reach.

Only Kou Dong remained in "The Third Day".

Standing in the very center of the temple, he caught a glimpse of a white, cotton-wool cloud. They circled gently around the temple's pillars, wiping the stars even brighter. Light.

The light that had never been seen in the lower realm came here, but it seemed to be bright and never extinguished. It is not dazzling, and is enveloped in a milky white halo, illuminating the entire temple.

The long white yarn fluttered.

Kou Dong walked in this empty temple, hesitated for a while, and finally walked forward. There seemed to be an illusion in front of him, and there were gradually more angels on both sides, not the ones wearing black robes now, but the holy and beautiful angels still with white wings. They stood on both sides and made room for him. A road to the top.

The snow-white stairs in the cloud all the way up. Kou Dong stepped on it step by step and heard the soft whispers from both sides.

"Lucifer."

"Lord Lucifer..."

"It's also Lord Lucifer today."

"Don't talk nonsense, who can accompany Heavenly Father to sit on it, besides Lord Lucifer, where else would there be others?"

Kou Dong did not stop, and continued to walk up.When he came to the end, he finally saw the radiant throne.

The gods sat on the top, as if shrouded in a cloud of white mist.Kou Dong couldn't see his face clearly, but could only hear his loving voice.

"Come heremy unique child."