Teeth Weeping Blood

The moonlight greedily covered the man's upper body. He gently waved his slender white palm upwards, and the white feather brooch on the girl's chest floated in the air following the man's movements. The itching caused by the feathers crossing the tip of her nose prompted the girl to sneeze loudly. Such an embarrassing situation elicited a burst of deep laughter... Visser. Nocturne: "You're funny." The white feather was held up by the moon and landed on the man's chest, becoming the only white ship drifting in the scarlet sea. "Stay, I will teach you well." Every moment of the struggle of the second hand in the clock is written about the desire that is constantly pouring out of the girl's heart. Laila. Fey: "My lord, I will not let you look down upon me. One day, I can stand by your side, not just as an apprentice." "Of course," Visser stood up and had to lower his head to show respect when facing this brave little human. "The door of the laboratory is always open for you." A book about ancient witches in the library was turned to the corner and curled. "Death..." A cursed vampire is like a remaining monster in the world, even death has abandoned him. Maybe the blood of the ancient witch can kill me? How can I get her to kill me? "Mr. Visser, this is the first time I write to you in such a beautiful font... The latest achievement of my laboratory, a mechanical rose that can bloom on its own, I hope you like it." A golden rose trembled and bloomed, shining with a different light in the ruins burned by the flames. Visser was holding the burned-to-bone... His most protégé... His pursuer - Laila. What do vampire tears taste like? I don't know, but after that, Visser just wanted to find the reincarnation of Laila and let her end her life quickly. "Little angel, I need you to save me, a devil with unforgivable sins." We met again on a dirty street. The little girl's thin face made her eyes even bigger. That was by no means a calm lake, but a salt-alkali land that could kill people. "Sir, ten coppers will allow me to work at your house." The girl showed a flattering look and tried her best to sell herself. The hands wearing white silk gloves directly hugged the girl into his arms, letting the mud dots paint on the clean clothes, "From now on, just tell me what you want." Early the next morning, newspapers all over the city published the story "The King actually fell in love with a female beggar." The girl tried on one piece of heavy-made and beautiful clothes in front of the mirror, but she still couldn't wash away the desire in her eyes. "What do you like about me? Is it my body? Or my blood?" Visser's eyes drifted towards the golden rose, "All I want is death." The girl's voice floated gently into Visser's ears, "Before that... Can you help me kill a few people?" Poisonous and illusory Her character is so pampered that she can make the king do anything, even if it means dedicating the lives of the people in the country to her. Everyone gathered materials and the flames were high, and the girl was finally nailed to the cross. Only a trace of tears finally leaked out of her dry eyes. Who was she dedicated to? When the modern Professor Visser was telling the legend of vampires, Laila, who was invited by her friends to listen to the lecture, gradually showed her impatience. She still has a very important business today, okay? Why should I listen to a nice-looking old man talking about vampires? A first-class university is just that... Only then did Visser notice the pouting girl in the corner of the classroom and chuckled, "Found it." The girl's original brown hair is mixed with a few strands of green hair, which is a symbol of personality and vitality. If you ask others, they will know that she is a helpful boss who is good at making delicious bread with flowers. "Old man, you come to my shop every day to eat a slice of flower bread and take a rose away with you, pretending to be very melancholy!" The girl joked. "Old man?" Viserpi tilted his head with a smile. The girl didn't say much, just pointed to her chin and left. Visser looked in the mirror. Did he never take good care of himself after losing her last time? I haven't even shaved my beard. "Did you know? There is a very handsome professor coming to our school! He has blond hair and blue eyes, with straight features, especially the long hair that is tied up. I can't help it..." Laila looked at her nymphomaniac best friend with disgust on her face, "What kind of man is so good-looking?" Laila also noticed that something was wrong. There was one less sloppy old man and one more handsome man in her store, and the business in her store also improved. "Are you interested in being the owner of this store?" Laila raised her eyebrows with a smile on her face. Visser returned a polite smile, "Why? Are you attracted to my face?" "No," Laila took out the bill from the store, "it's your face that's very valuable." Visser gently put a black card on the table, "Are you interested in opening all your branches on this street?" "Man, your money... Isn't right! You do attract me." But what about witch blood? What about death? Isn't that why I've been looking for you for so long? When the fingertips were inserted into the green hair, the concept of life was rebuilt in the monster's heart. "I love you, so I had to die." This novel has the female protagonist's three reincarnations. The male protagonist had emotional experiences before meeting the female protagonist. The female protagonist also had emotional experiences before meeting the male protagonist. She exited in time if she cared. The article describes that necessary plots will involve bloody violence. The heroine's second life is a pure egoist shaped by the times. The heroine's three lives have different personalities, but they are all "Laila" in essence. If you mind, please exit in time. Intention: The bait of death has no way to kill those who are living.