The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

"Hmph," Huafarin bit Akado's finger to express her resistance, and then licked the place she had bitten as a comfort.

She chewed the berries and buried her head in Akado's arms. The sweet taste made her close her eyes in satisfaction.

Naturally, Akado reached out and gently stroked her long hair, combing it neatly.

Since when did I start to regard this fellow tribesman as a "family member", or... "wife"?

half year ago.

Outside the stone house, the two of them built a simple oven, preparing to roast some pine cones in the autumn.

Huafalin sipped the low-quality rice wine that she had exchanged with farmers in the villages and towns. It was not intoxicating, but it was sour and sweet, enough to eliminate the greasiness of the roasted pine cones.

Without warning, she grabbed Akado's hand and said, "I like you."

There was no dodging, no shyness, only the emotions accumulated over eleven years bursting out from his eyes, like a volcano on the Xiosta coastline, hot and scalding.

Acardo was not surprised. After living together for eleven years, he had long been accustomed to Warfarin's presence, to someone handing him a plate of cut fruit or a bowl of hot water when he was busy, and to all the conveniences brought by this girl who studied medicine with him.

The smell of the seal had long faded, but her blood, her...

As if to add a sense of ceremony to the new beginning, Akado smiled and asked her in a low voice.

How could you fall in love with me?

I tried to control myself.

Huafarin carefully hugged Akado's neck. Not being rejected, she sat on his lap and tilted her head back to kiss the corner of his mouth.

Accardo hugged the girl and bit her lips, responding to her passion and love.

No more reasons?

Huafalin's rosy red eyes were misty and hazy, like a rose waking up in the early morning.

We are both people who walk with heavy shells on our backs.

Our skies aren't always clear.

And I have been saved countless times by your ideals.

Blood Demons will suffer countless cold stares and discrimination in the past, present, and future, but they are immersed in it and never get tired of it, becoming even worse. Then they become completely deformed.

Wars have come and gone, and I have no friends left.

Huafalin hugged Akado and tacitly allowed him to take whatever he wanted.

The palm of the hand caresses the delicate and slender thighs, exploring inwards and deep inside.

Her skin gradually turned red and her breathing became rapid.

The girl once again took the initiative to kiss the blood demon.

In the stone house, she said in a hoarse voice, "Acardo."

"Acardo..."

"I'm here," Accardo touched her cheek.

"I want it again."

"Ah."

He picked up Huafalin and walked into their bedroom.

As for the place where Huafalin used to sleep, it has completely become a storage room.

The sun is shining brightly, and spring is a season when all things flourish.

(There are only 4 days left for the unlimited bounty. Don't pity me, just kill me. I don't even owe a chapter now, and I don't have the motivation to add more chapters.)

(In addition, the XX records of teacher ff0 omitted here may be released in the full subscription group of this book. I will probably have time to write them around the Chinese New Year. Finally, I will report on my condition: I am still a few days away from being discharged from the hospital.)

084. It hurts. It hurts so much.

("083. Blood Demon Falls in Love" has been banned. This chapter is a sweet chapter that everyone loves to see. It has a lot of connections with this chapter. Skipping it may have a certain impact on the reading experience. It has been posted in the reader group. Those who haven't read it can join the group to read it. In addition, the emotional tone of this chapter echoes the previous chapter 021. If you have any questions, you can go back and read the first 021 words of chapter 400.)

The moonlight flows like mercury in the forest, and it is drizzling. The raindrops are also silvery white, like the snow in the first month of the lunar year. There are dead leaves and decay everywhere. Two brown-red squirrels are old and bald, lying in the tree hole, waiting for dawn. The bushes are also old, and their youth has been completely stripped away by time. The scarred python saw a few pine cones in the pile of dead leaves. Its mottled vertical pupils trembled, then slowly closed and never opened again.

There was a wooden sign next to the elm tree. Every winter, someone would carve a mark on it. It had been exposed to wind and rain for countless days and nights. The stream was still flowing. Huafalin washed her clothes, picked up the wooden bucket and left. She glanced at the sign. The number on it was always "46". Forty-six years was the time she and Akado had lived together.

Huafalin looked up at the empty forest. The wind was caressing the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound like the tide, which made her feel boundless sorrow and sadness. She gradually became sad and thought that if she closed her eyes and went to sleep here, there would be a man in a white coat building a fire a little further away to keep warm.

She was the only one left in the forest.

Huafalin picked up the wooden barrel, pursed her lips, and returned to the stone house without saying a word.

Nearly half a century had passed, and this residence, once built by two blood demons with bricks and stones, had become extremely old. The roof was bumpy, the walls were peeling, and the brass clothesline had faded. The bonfire was messy, and no one had taken care of it for several years. It was just hastily lit, with a vigorous and crude flame.

The clothes were hung on the clothesline, fluttering in the cold winter wind.

So, winter is here. Huafalin picked up a frozen feathered beast from the corner and threw it into the bonfire. Ever since that person left, the four seasons seemed to blur.

It's winter again. Where is Akado? What kind of clothes is he wearing? What kind of food is he eating? Does he miss me?

Warfarin walked into the room, stood in front of the table naturally, picked up a test tube and shook it gently.

"The bacteria are not in good condition. It looks like the weather is getting cold. Let's go walk around the campfire."

"Acardo?!" Huafalin turned her head suddenly, and she was the only one in the room.

She stood there in a daze for a few seconds, then shook her head, walked outside, and used the warmth of the campfire to wake up the bacteria.

Based on forty-six years of memories and a dozen worn notebooks, she continued Akado's research, sorting the herbs and reagents and putting them into books.

Huafalin was wearing a somewhat worn white coat and sitting at the table, writing rapidly. It was not until she glanced at the dusty window that she realized that her movements were so similar to those of the departed blood demon.

Because of love, I live like him...

She put down her pen and suddenly didn't want to continue, feeling exhausted.

I staggered back to the bedroom and found the bed empty.

The bonfire was left burning outside the house, and the evening breeze whistled hesitantly.

A soft whimpering sound was heard in the darkness.

Warfarin clutched the bed sheet tightly, tears soaking her cheeks.

She was already familiar with having Akado by her side, familiar with his body temperature, familiar with his smell.

But now, there are countless nights she has to face alone.

Those unconscious hugs at night were always just cold and empty.

She pinched her hand, and on her ring finger, a silver-white ring was dim.

This is the abandoned suppressor left by Akado.

Since that snowy night, he left the stone house and never returned.

Those ideals that guided the direction and the vows that promised the future have all fallen into nothingness.

All that was left was a box full of notes and diaries, and this small ring.

Warfarin put it on her ring finger, and that was all she had left.

The more love you invest, the more each bit will turn into a knife at the time of separation, tearing apart your heart's defenses, cutting it into a bloody mess and leaving it full of holes, and each bit of happiness will turn into pain.

The love of the immortal species should last forever.

But what Huafalin faced was only eternal longing and sorrow.

Tears fell in the cold winter of Kazdel.

Landed on the deck of Rhodes Island.

She watched the familiar figure slowly walk towards her.

"Acardo..." Trembling, Huafalin lowered her head and chanted his name.

"......" Akado glanced at her and then passed by.

It was as if all the strength was drained away from her body in an instant. Huafalin leaned against the wall and slumped in place, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Time destroys too many beautiful things.

After a century of separation, even the most loyal love will be completely torn apart.

If I had chased him at that time, perhaps I would not have lost him.

085. Little Devil Amiya

The two blood demons just passed by each other without attracting any attention.

They all have their own paths.

They are all people who choose to give up a part of their lives for their ideals...but it is obvious that Huafalin can't let go.

She regretted making the wrong choice, but it was too late. Akado had moved away from Kazdel on that snowy night, so far away that no matter how hard she tried to chase him, she was powerless.

It was just a dream. It was an ordinary night, but Akado fell into a dream for the first time in a long time.

I didn’t dream about dead souls wailing, nor did I have any bizarre fantasies.

He stood on a clean street, with a dark "sky" above his head, covered with translucent honeycomb grids that glowed faintly.

Is that... the sun?

Akado saw a huge light source, it was hot and shining brightly.

The little girl with silver hair passed by him and asked, "Uncle, are you looking at the sea?"

Here, is it at the bottom of the sea?

Akado looked down at his hands, which were gray and holding a carving knife.

In front of him stood an unfinished statue.

The girl walked around the statue. "This is the Archon who likes to appear on TV shows."

"Can you please finish it?" The girl leaned close to the statue, she seemed to like the sculpture very much.

"Of course," Akado was horrified to find that "his" mouth answered uncontrollably, then he held down the statue, made a beautiful knife movement with the carving knife in his hand, and then skillfully carved the figure's clothes.

"Do you want to buy it?" "Acado" asked the girl next to him while completing his work.

"If I could..." the girl sighed like an adult, "but I don't have that much money."

"Art is never measured by money," "Acardo" smiled cheerfully, "It's rare to meet a kid like you who likes sculptures so much, so just give me a symbolic amount."

"Ha," the girl raised her eyebrows and took out a dozen coins from her pocket, "You are not allowed to regret it?!"

"......" "Acardo" was about to say something when suddenly a shrill siren sounded on the street.

The translucent dome turned deep red, and the radio broadcast a language that had never been heard on land.

"Haisi invasion detected, military operations about to begin..."

The dream came to an abrupt end.

A lot of information about "Agor" appeared in Akado's mind, but it only made him know the existence of this country. As for more detailed information... it was as if it was cut off by someone, and it came to an abrupt end.

Science can make a civilization so powerful that you will always understand it by witnessing it with your own eyes.

The technology of the Agorians even created a prosperous land nation - the Golden Age of Iberia was born.

The blood demon walked in the corridor with a wandering gaze.

The quill poked his palm, "Father, do you know that young lady?"

"know."

"Is it a very close relationship?" the feather pen asked deliberately.

"......" Akado patted his adopted daughter's forehead, "Ask this?"

"Just curious," Quill muttered, nuzzling his arm.

"It used to be," Accardo said, which made her feel relieved.

It's obvious that she's happy... The Blood Demon thought that he had been teaching her a lot about the proper way to treat love during this period of time.