Lucy's mysterious eyes looked at Chang Li, and the scalpel gradually came closer, closer, and finally stopped above his eyes.
What beautiful eyes, just like the endless sea, with countless dangers rolling inside.
This kind of unique beauty really makes people want to take it as their own, so she did so.
She wanted to dig out these beautiful eyes, make them into beautiful gems, keep them in the purest crystal box, and watch them day and night.
Unfortunately, the moment her knife rested on Chang Li's eyes, it could no longer move downward.
Those blue eyes suddenly opened, without any dizziness or addiction, as calm as ever.
But gorgeous lines grew around his eyes, forming a weird pattern.
Lucy looked at it greedily and even wanted to reach out and touch it.
Unfortunately, her hand turned pale the moment she touched the lines.
A trace of blood essence was peeled off from her body, nourishing the strange pattern.
But in just a short moment, her rosy and healthy face turned as pale as snow.
She fell straight down, still with a satisfied smile on her lips.
Lucy was born in a dilapidated slum.
Her mother was a vain woman who dressed up as a lady and attended various banquets every day.
At these banquets, there were always men dominated by desire.
Give her what she wants.
Lucy was one of those things that a man gave to her mother that he unfortunately had no intention of taking back.
So poor Lucy could only hope for occasional mercy from her mother.
As a young girl, she lived in the filthiest corner, and her value was less than a butterfly flying on her mother's gorgeous dress.
As she grew up day by day, her mother had lost her beauty, but Lucy had something that she tried her best to keep.
She resented her and cursed her.
As she aged day by day, her temper became more and more eccentric, and she came up with a brilliant idea.
She began to draw out Lucy's blood bit by bit, mixed it with many fragrant scents, and mixed it into a strange liquid.
The strange thing is that as she slowly drank the liquid, her face slowly regained its youth, and even became more charming.
The person who had left her was once again entrenched by her side.
So, she imprisoned her flower-like daughter, and gently and kindly drew out her blood to moisturize her old face.
The stench slowly spread from the depths of her heart, but her beauty crept up little by little. face.
When she wanted to take away Lucy's life and extend her youth for the last time, Lucy showed a weird smile like her mother.
Her mother died under her own knife, scarlet blood sprinkled on the blooming skirt, and the butterfly on the skirt flew away in a blink of an eye.
That kind of splendor and passion breathed new life into Lucy's long-corrupted soul.
She fell in love with this wonderful feeling.
She is a rare genius who disguises all this as an over-defense.
When the police come to the door, everyone pities the unfortunate girl.
She was eventually restrained for a few years.
During these years, she learned many secret skills, which became her most valuable asset in the future.
Several years of incarceration not only failed to erase her passion for blood and death, but the deep depression made her even more excited.
The moment she left that cage, she began to go crazy.
In the past few years, she has become a freelance photographer, using her hands to record the wonderful moments between life and death.
She has more than a dozen satisfactory works, which symbolize the lost lives of more than a dozen wonderful people.
In the end, she herself turned into a butterfly on her clothes and flew away gracefully.
Chang Li reached out and touched the corners of his eyes, not paying much attention.
Since he had accepted this identity, he would naturally use the skills related to it.
He sat up, and the small owl returned to its original size and flew to the clothes rack in the basement.
There, a blood-red skirt was placed quietly.
Under the dim light, some strange lines were faintly visible on the gorgeous skirt, which were somewhat similar to the one from the corner of the eye, but simpler.
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He quietly glanced at the skirt.
The skirt spontaneously ignited without any wind.
In the raging flames, the butterflies at the corners of the skirt struggled to fly up, as if to escape from this dangerous situation, but eventually turned into ashes.
At the moment when the butterfly died, in a desolate cemetery, a sleeping man in a black coffin suddenly opened his bloody eyes, and the burning life at the last moment made him break the dilapidated seal.
But the next moment, he could only close his eyes forever, losing all vitality.
Chang Li walked out of the door casually and saw several people waiting quietly outside the door.
The leader was Duke Lanlost.
They knelt down respectfully and said, "See Your Highness."
Chang Li glanced at them condescendingly.
The heavy pressure made their straight backs become rickety.
The smile on Duke Lanlost's face became more respectful.
Chang Li spit out a few ancient notes and turned into a The tiny bat flies to the family castle.
Several other people also turned into bats and followed behind him.
The bloody creatures streaked across the dark night sky, but did not cause any fluctuations.
Different from the place where Chang Li woke up, this castle is ancient and elegant, surrounded by fresh grass and blue lake water.
The modern castle was brightly lit at the moment, and countless family members were waiting in the main hall.
After Chang Li changed from bat to human form, these members all knelt on one knee and saw their king.
Chang Li sat at the top, staring at the group of descendants with cold eyes.
The people in the hall knelt on one knee, and it was not until the moment of sunrise that Chang Li waved them away.
Duke Lanlost looked at the people on the throne with a gloomy expression on his lips.
Since he was already asleep, why did he appear again?
Chang Li ignored the floating thoughts of these vampires.
With his strength, he was enough to deal with them all.
Even though he had been sleeping for so long, his strength was constantly improving.
He is the leader of one of the thirteen clans of the Blood Tribe, but he is the leader who least likes to get involved.
The affairs of the clan are mostly left to his heir, the vampire who received a drop of his blood, who is also Lanlost's.
The father, unfortunately, died in a fight with other families, and the Duke's position was taken over by Lanlost.
Lanlost is even more outstanding than his father.
After so many years, the clan can still have so many family members.
Changli didn't like his current identity, and was more bored with everything here.
The moment he fell asleep two hundred years ago, he thought he could leave this world, but he didn't expect that when he woke up, it would still be that desolate castle.
It wasn't until he met Lanlost that he knew the reason for his departure
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