They set off to rob the city at 1 p.m., and by the time they returned to the city, it was already evening.
As dusk gradually swallowed the warmth of the sunrise, it brought back the coolness of the night.
The wind blows on the beach, as if time is washing away the ripples of yesterday.
The refugees who fled the city received their supplies in an orderly fashion under the watchful eyes of the mixed-blood vampire soldiers. Fagar sat on a high place and watched for a long time.
Watching the mixed-blood vampires live like humans; watching the mixed-blood vampires have the same sharp teeth as pure-blood vampires, yet bystanders are indifferent, and even express their gratitude with excitement.
Even bolder girls, mustering their courage, transform their youthful shyness into a rallying cry for girlhood, actively plunging into the bewilderment of first love, attempting to break through the door of romance.
However, the half-vampire soldier scratched his head, his eyes filled with confusion, and finally gave a shy smile.
The girl's face froze. Before her first love even began, heartbreak had already violated her youth like a rape of nine years of compulsory education.
In the end, Mrs. Merlin herself stepped in and led the girl into a quiet place.
After watching the whole thing, Fagga shook his head and chuckled.
They had only recently escaped from New Ellido, having survived countless brushes with death.
The girl actually has the mind to date? That's crazy!
Fagga looked up at the sky and saw stars that were faintly visible in the twilight.
The morning star hung high in the sky, and Fagga subconsciously reached out to grab it, as if he wanted to hold it in his hand.
But when they finally got their hands on it, it was all for nothing.
Apart from the yellow wind blowing in, so dry it felt like you'd just finished exercising and couldn't squeeze out a single drop of sand, there was nothing else.
Fagar's eyes were vacant, his expression blank, and he sighed softly, "The vampire clan is pretty crazy too."
Although he didn't consciously think about it, Fagga's mind kept spinning like an old-fashioned movie projector, endlessly replaying the stories told by Mrs. Merlin.
We are all part of the "Symbiosis Project." I am responsible for leading the hybrid vampires and making them an integral part of human society.
Fagga: And what about me?
[Child, you are the spark, a special being born only after hundreds, even thousands of years of effort by the vampire clan, thanks to the favor of fate. You are the only vampire unaffected by the sun's curse!]
Fagar: Doesn't my genetic sequence have a backup? They could easily clone another one based on my genes.
Fagga remembered that when he asked the question, Mrs. Merlin gave a strange smile.
[Who says there isn't? Otherwise, why do you think Bourne let you fight with Blackfa?]
When Mrs. Merlin finished speaking, Fagga suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Even now, thinking back on it sends chills down my spine, and my body involuntarily shudders.
Suddenly, Fagga's cheek touched something cool.
Turning my head, I immediately saw a soft little hand.
When he looked up again, a gust of wind blew the most beautiful and flawless face in the world into Fajia's eyes. He stared in amazement at the crimson blush fluttering on her forehead, which was breathtakingly beautiful in an instant.
"Hello, hello?"
Eileen waved her hand in front of Fagga, puffing out her cheeks in dissatisfaction. The poor plastic stick of the lollipop was thus pushed aside by Eileen's coquettish pout.
The shark maid stood with her hands on her hips, domineeringly placing one leg on the vampire butler's lap.
"What are you thinking about? Don't ignore me!"
Faga snapped out of his daze, then shook his head and chuckled, pulling Eileen's legs closer to him and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"How could I ignore you? I just happened to be thinking about some things."
"Okay, I forgive you."
Ellen didn't care what Fagga was thinking; after all, respecting each other's privacy was part of love.
But respecting the feelings of single people is not an option.
Therefore, even though the Grinding Teeth and Sucking Blood duo were already seated in a very high position, the simultaneous appearance of Ellen and Fagga was exceptionally eye-catching.
Ignoring the heart-wrenching sounds around them, Ellen resolutely placed her other leg on top of Faga's, burying her head in Faga's chest, her tail and arms wrapping around his waist, whispering:
"The Son of Calydon has just announced the revival of the Bernice Carnival. Would you like to come?"
"Is it going to be held again?"
Fagar was somewhat taken aback. Amidst the heartbroken cries of "Why? Ah, what right does he have?", he pinched Eileen's cheek.
Ellen, annoyed, shook her head to dodge and then bit him in return.
Only when a sweet taste touched her tongue did Ellen quietly release her grip, snorting and turning her head away, saying haughtily:
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