Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 50 Blood Snow Rose: Blood Snow Demon Red

"Also, you sat the pig under your butt, I want you to buy me another one, it's insecure to sleep with nothing to hold, good night."

After waiting for a long time, he didn't answer. In the light-colored room, I kept looking at his figure half lying on the sofa. My eyelids became heavier and heavier, and I looked at him until it was dark.

"Xia Yexing, are you willing to wake up?" As if in a long deep sleep, in some distant place, someone softly called me.

"Wake up, would you like to?" The distant voice haunted my dreams, disturbing my deep sleep little by little.

cold!Hugging her bare shoulders, her slender legs curled up into a ball.

The cold temperature invaded my drowsiness, I slowly opened my eyelids, a trace of coolness buried in my pupils from the depths of my eyelashes.

What kind of place is this, like a little fairy waking up in the snow country, I stood up from the white snow.

Looking around, there is a vast expanse of white snow, and the pure white snow scene changes in the pupils.

"Save him save him. Save him he he."

Snow fell all over the sky, and a pure voice echoed in the whole white world, as if there was still a hint of pleading, such a sad voice.

"Who are you?" I shrank my body, and the black lace sling as thin as a cicada's wing could only wrap around the middle of my body.

It's so cold, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and every falling snowflake seems to bury me, deeply buried in the snow.

The pure and sad voice of "Save him" seemed to be there, gradually disappeared in some distant corner, and then disappeared.

It's quiet, the world is pure white, I'm barefoot, like a lost child, trying to find sunshine step by step.

"Hey!! What the hell is this place? I want to go back, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, and I want to wake up."

It's still the endless white, the lips are trembling, and the cold snow spots stop on the face and shoulders. I'm dreaming! !
Rationally told myself, close your eyes, maybe everything is a dream.

For a long, long time, standing in the snow, my body almost lost its temperature.Covering his heart with his left hand, a gust of blood rushed into his nasal cavity, making people want to vomit.

I opened my eyes suddenly, they were still white, but the difference was.

The whiteness of the sky seemed to be rendered bright blood red, the snow-white holy land under the feet gradually turned red, and the eyes were full of that bewitching red.

(End of this chapter)