The truth of the "Reorganization War" has long been buried. Today, heaven and hell maintain a delicate balance among the top ten first-class companies in the world. Old enemies and blood debts are sealed deep in the archives and no one mentions them.
Xuan Shu Kuang is the oldest vampire ancestor in hell. He has been wandering on the edge of the world and hell for thousands of years. He is lazy, undisciplined, and unable to get excited about most things. I moved to this city just because of the request of an old friend.
On the first day he entered the city, a smell of blood that had disappeared for many years suddenly penetrated the exhaust gas of the entire city and penetrated directly into the depths of his perception.
On the battlefield, he bit a young angel. He remembered the taste of that blood for a long time.
Until at a party, separated by the light of the crystal lantern, separated by the crowds of people drinking and drinking, separated by thirteen years of smoke and silence.
Xuan Shukuang raised his wine glass and raised it gently towards the silent man wearing Tongheng's dark blue suit.
——Oh, so you are here.
One is the deputy manager of heaven who pretends to be ordinary on earth. One is an ancient vampire who specializes in breaking disguises.
Thirteen years of searching, a thousand days of resonance. The city's convenience stores, coffee shops, late-night work stations and early-morning apartments will witness a long pull that begins with a blood contract and ends with a heartbeat.
Xuan Shu Kuang: The scar on the back of your neck... Have you been feeling uncomfortable recently? (Joking
Yun Qingshang: ... Drink more hot water.
Motto: Love is older than rules and longer than death