Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 224 Dark Night Waltz: The Sin of the Cross

Was it my blood that spurred him?Why?
"Are you afraid?" He calmed down a little, rubbing my hair with his palm, the bright red gradually dissipated, and there was a trace of sadness in his deep-set eyelids.

"Why? You shouldn't hate him." Instead of answering his question, I wanted to know the relationship and grievances between him and Ji Mingxuan. As for whether I'm afraid or not, I'm afraid!It's not because he's afraid of his appearance, but because he's treating her like this.

"Either he dies or I die. I don't allow anyone to take away my things, understand?" Meng Chike caressed the hair on my forehead carefully, his deep eyes revealed a faint sadness, like Today he saw Ji Mingxuan sitting alone in a corner.

Why is this happening? It's obviously not hatred. Why do these two people have to say these words of death, Ji Mingxuan is the same, what happened between them.

I blinked my eyes and looked back, only to see a vague scar on his two-buttoned chest, which was where his heart was. Looking at me, but I don't know what I'm thinking, I'm a little lost in thought.

Take a closer look at the scar on the heart, what shape is this?The two branch lines at a [-]-degree angle, if you look carefully, there are still some unique fine lines. I didn't care to blush, I buried my head deeply to observe the deep scar on his white chest.

this is? ?I remember that in the story, only the snow elf pierced Saint's heart with a cross given by God, so this should be the scar of the cross, why is it at a ninety-degree angle?

Isn't waiting for a ninety-degree angle half the cross?What about the other half of the wound?
With doubts, I slowly moved my body under his body, trying to escape such a depressed Meng Chike.

I successfully slipped under his body, he held my hand when I was about to go out, and stood there, I didn't even have the courage to look back at him, if my bold guess is correct, the scars on the other half It must be on Ji Mingxuan's body, but I don't know why.

"Am I a monster?" Meng Chike's words were entangled behind my ears, his hands were wrapped in front of me, his head was buried in my neck, and his soft lips were gently rubbing under my earlobe while speaking.

monster?He asked me if he was a monster, the deep and lonely words were so sad, how could he think this way, has he always been a monster in his heart?So he will... low self-esteem.

(End of this chapter)