Chapter 34 third chapter

She came back very disappointingly, three days after they had quarreled. Lying on his bed, she was a little weak, with no blood supply for two weeks, her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. He wasn't in the room because he no longer expected her presence?Or, he was so anxious to find his Princess Shalena that he didn't have time to tell her one poignant story after another? Pouting, father is right, interracial marriages will not end well, unless he sucks some of his blood, making him a vampire too... But he despises their race so much, he will not be willing to "collaborate" with them.

In the past, some members of the tribe used this method to marry women from other races, but they could not adapt to the life of sucking human blood, and would rather starve to death. In the end, the marriage could not last long.If she also used this method to force him, maybe he would also make this choice. Deceit, all lies, talk about reincarnation, talk about agreeing to the next life, it is impossible at all, he is a human and she is a ghost, he eats meat and she drinks blood, her life is dozens of times his, and they are forever and ever It's all impossible. Grabbing the quilt to cover her head, she burst into tears, she really really wanted to be with him, never to be separated!

Unless...he had a sudden inspiration and pulled the quilt away abruptly, he wouldn't compromise, she would compromise!When he is dead, she will try her best to kill herself, and then they will have a next life together, and if they are humans or ghosts, then he can say NO or YES! Lying back on the bed again, she embraced his quilt, absorbing his breath, it was his smell, she liked it very much. Why don't you come back?Yueniang has already moved to Tian'er in the west, she is getting impatient waiting, he is really looking for that Princess Shalena, forgetting that he said he likes her, forgetting that he has already made an appointment for her next life?

Missing him so much, and not seeing him for three days and nights, she already wanted to ask Nightingale, how does the little vampire princess sing the song of missing her lover at night?Does he miss her?Did she miss him the way she missed him? The door was opened from the outside, An An sat up straight, saw that it was Fran who entered the door, she hurriedly got out of bed and fell into his arms. "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you for headaches, heartaches, hand pains, and foot pains. If you don't love me, just tell me! Don't hide so I can't find you anywhere."

With her in his arms, his heart that had been hanging for several days finally settled down, and he asked with a smile, "Are you not angry anymore?" "I'm so angry! I'm so angry that I'm so angry that my intestines are knotted and my whole body is weak. I'm angry that you killed me for that insignificant Princess Shalena. I'm angry that that dead old woman wants you to like her, so you just like her obediently." "I didn't!" He was so innocent. "Yes, yes, yes, you have it, you have it, you have no brains, you have it in your heart, if you don't love her, you won't frame me for harming her, if you don't love her, you won't look for her all night, and don't wait for me in the room .”

Fran can't help but laugh, it turns out that women's unreasonable troubles can drive people crazy. "I didn't look for her. I've been in the castle all night, looking everywhere for the secret passage you mentioned. Do you know how many days you haven't come? I've been waiting anxiously and flustered. I can't keep sitting Waiting here, but doing nothing, if you don't come, I have no choice but to find you." Encircling her small body, taking her into his arms, she was his again. "You...didn't lie to me?" She pursed her mouth, and her grievance evaporated in an instant.

"Think about it with your most proud brain, am I the kind of person who sits and waits for luck to come? No, I am the kind of man who will look for happiness everywhere. If you don't get angry, I can only find you by myself. If you don’t come for a day, I’ll look for one day. If you don’t come for ten days, I’ll look for ten days. If you don’t come for a lifetime, I’ll look for you for the rest of your life. If you find your hair turning silver and your face wrinkled, I’ll keep looking, keep looking, Finding an old bone can't hold up to disappointment." "I still can't find it in my life?" An An liked to hear him say these words, and asked him to say more.

"I will ask God to wait for me, and when I find you, I will take you to heaven as an angel." "What if I'm too bad and God doesn't let me go to heaven?" The elder brother would be furious if he knew that she also believed in their opponent, the word of Jehovah. "Then... I will accompany you to hell. I will tell you stories when you are suffering, and I will sing to make you happy when you are upset. We will face all the sufferings with smiling faces until the devil in hell can't stand us anymore and take us to hell." until you get out of hell."

His gentleness soothed her emotions, she was no longer angry, no longer angry, and all her anger melted into his smiling face. "You have to keep your word. If I go to hell, you have to find me carefully, and you can't go to heaven by yourself to enjoy the blessing." "No problem." Picking her up, he brought her to the bed and laid her down side by side, pulled the quilt over and covered their chins.Under the quilt, he held her hand tightly, refusing to let go, for fear that she would disappear again if he let go. "Are you tired? Don't want to talk to me, don't want to tell me a story?" An An said to him, tilting her head.

"An'an, I'm really tired. I've been looking for you for three days. I dare not close my eyes and fall asleep. I'm afraid you will come, but I miss it. Only when I see you, my heart is really let go." Yawning, he was tired. Seriously. "I understand, you must be exhausted, but there is something I must tell you." "You said, I'm listening." With his eyes closed, his face was still smiling. "That day... um... I mean..." "You want to apologize?" He opened his eyes, looked at her with a smile, and saw that her face was blushing.

"It was my fault that I lost my temper that day..." "And then?" His An An was bowing his head to others!He stood up and looked at her with interest. "I'm really angry. If you blame me for other people's affairs, even if you want me to take the blame, I won't be so angry, but she is different. She is the person your grandmother likes. I hate that you care about it." She, doubting me and questioning me for her sake will make me very...very...unbearable." "Are you jealous again? You said that this emotion is not efficient, and it can't help you win me back from others." He took her words and asked her heart. "I know it very well! But... I just can't control it. My temper is not too bad. My mother often says that I am more caring than the sweetest Angel. But I don't know why I can't help it whenever I encounter that princess. Be very, very angry." So the fault is others, not her. "Okay, it's okay, I understand, tell me before you get angry next time, and I will tell you clearly that she has no place in my heart." "Yeah." Leaning into his neck and wrapping around his waist, An An closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat. "Are you tired too?" He thoughtfully brushed the hair off her face. "I'm not tired, but I'm hungry." She hadn't eaten for too long, which made her spirit worse. "I'm looking for someone to cook for you." "No, you just need to let me lie down. If you want to eat, wait until we are all full of sleep." "I'm hungry, can I sleep?" He asked again. "Yes, as long as you are by my side..." She fell asleep while talking. Fran branded a kiss on her forehead lightly and amusedly, it was childish.Shaking his head, he whispered love words in her ear, and as he spoke, he fell asleep with her... ☆☆☆ Passing the corridor, Fran walked quickly to the living room, wondering what his father wanted from him. Knocking on the door and entering, he greeted his father and grandmother and sat in a corner of the sofa. "Why did father ask me?" There was no trace of embarrassment in his calm demeanor. The Duke looked at him for a while, then sighed and asked, "Was there someone in your room last night?" "Yes, father." He didn't intend to hide it. It will be a matter of time before An An sees his family. "Who is she?" the Duke's tone became severe. "Anna Lorraine." "How do you know her?" "We met at the summer banquet hosted by my father." "I remembered, it was that rude and uneducated woman? It turned out to be her. At that time, I thought she had a demonic aura, and it really..." old Mrs. Poitier screamed strangely. "Do you know her identity and background?" the Duke asked again. "I don't know, but she is a very cute and extremely smart girl." His father's tone had already expressed his disapproval, and Fran had no choice but to take the opportunity to say a few words for An An. "Is it a girl? Are you sure she is?" "Excuse me, father, what do you mean by this sentence?" "Louis, tell the young master, what did you see yesterday?" After the Duke finished speaking, he lay down on the sofa with a tired face. "Master, you have been knocking on the walls in the castle for the past few days. Your actions are very unusual, so I have started to pay attention to your every move. Yesterday, after walking back to the room with you, I heard conversations in your room. Listen carefully. However, I found out that it was the voice of a young girl." "Are you following me?" With two thick eyebrows frowned, Fran's voice became stiff. "Please forgive me, young master, this is my responsibility as the chief guard." Loyalty was written on Fangfang's face, and Fran couldn't bear to criticize him. "Tell me! What did you spy on next?" His tone was extremely disgusting. "I stood outside your door, hesitating whether to report this matter to the Duke, and I was afraid that if I left, I would miss the girl who left, so I stood outside the door and waited. At dawn, she came out of your room, and I followed her carefully all the way. She walked very fast, and I almost couldn't keep up several times. Finally, I saw her enter Fort Chenier from a distance. I thought to myself that Fort Chenil had been abandoned for a long time after the fire decades ago, why did she come in and out there?With courage, I slowly approached from the bushes at half a person's height. At that time, it was already bright and the sun came out. I thought that even if I encountered any ghosts, I didn't have to worry about it, so I walked into the castle through the broken window. Look, I actually saw inside..." His expression became tense at this point, and his voice trembled slightly. "What do you see, tell me!" Fran scolded. "I saw two coffins inside, and one of them was slowly closing. Looking from my direction, I happened to see the woman in green who came out of the young master's room, lying inside." "You mean to say..." "Master, she may be the vampire we are actively looking for these days." "Impossible." She said that she has a cleansing habit, and she needs to overcome psychological barriers by sucking human blood. No, it can't be her. It's a trick, a trick to frame An An. As for who the conspirator is, he will find out sooner or later. "Master, Louis has no eyesight." He retorted. "Go! Come with me, I will prove to you that An'an is not the vampire you said." After speaking, he walked out angrily. "No, Fran, you can't take the risk yourself. If you want to catch the vampire, let the soldiers catch it." Grandma's voice sounded behind him, but he didn't listen, and walked forward. "Dur, hurry up, hurry up, send a few teams to rush over, Fran is your only heir..." All of a sudden, the soldiers dispatched urgently, and the entire Xuelongsuo castle was uproarious. ☆☆☆ When the coffin was opened, the moment An An and Fran looked at each other, she saw the pain of being deceived on his face. Want to prove her innocence?Fran felt that he was so ridiculous. It turned out that he was the one who was kept in the dark from the beginning to the end.He also said that human life has nothing to do with her, and that Kenon and Sarina have nothing to do with her. Liars, liars, it was a waste of his trust!But she kept lying beside him, defrauding his heart and love. "Do you dare to say that you are not a vampire? Speak up! If you dare to say it, I will let you lie to me again!" Pushing away others, he was full of resentment. Shaking her head, she couldn't say or deny it. The hot sun shot in from the smashed wall, making her dizzy, her body ached as if she was going to be burned, she clasped her arms, she really wanted to cry, but at this moment, he still wanted to cry. Will you feel sorry for her? Dozens of people, dozens of spears pointed at her, ready to pierce her next move.she was caught?The only thought in An An's head was: fortunately, her brother has left. The gun in his hand was aimed at her, did he want to shoot her too?right!The lies were exposed, and the identity was confirmed. Humans and ghosts are sworn to be incompatible, not to mention that she is still the kind of ghost that feeds on human blood. With a sad smile, she closed her eyes and did not want to struggle. It's fine if she dies at his hands...Anyway, she is a vampire who lacks talent. She has entangled too many people in her life, and she can barely keep a trace of nostalgia in his heart after death... She gave up using her long howling to lure her companions to rescue her. move. Kill her, kill her, kill her... Countless shouts sounded in her ears, does he hate her as much as they do?Opening her eyes, she looked at him. The sun shone in from behind him, cast halos on his body, and dyed his already golden hair even more golden, making him look like a golden prince, he was so beautiful. With a slight lift of his lips, the people around gasped, and the loaded guns were raised higher. "Why did you lie to me? The vampire princess." His tone was cruel and cold. "I..." I wanted to open my mouth to speak, but couldn't form a sentence. The Duke came, and after a few yells, Dur Poitier walked in. He approached An An, who had long been unable to move, and the smile lines on his face gradually expanded.Capture the vampire, and his heroic deeds will be widely circulated. She finally met his father. He said that he would introduce them, but he didn't expect it to be in such a scene.She wanted to smile bitterly, but her dry lips couldn't make any more expressions for her. You know that people and vampires are different, and it is even more difficult to be together for the rest of your life. If he also becomes a vampire, how can he bear so many resentful eyes? He can't stand it, she knows.Even if she could bear it, she couldn't bear him to bear it.It's enough to suffer her, why drag him into the water? Fran pushed his father away and raised her roughly. "Ask again, did you kill Sha Lianna?" Shake your head.She didn't do it, she didn't admit it. "At this point, you still don't admit it? You are the worst liar." Shake your head again.No one can force her to admit what she didn't do. He pointed the gun at her chest, she didn't speak, just looked at him firmly, shaking her head constantly, tears rolled down one by one, one by one, and along with her movements, curved lines were drawn on her face. curved line. Don't blame her, don't be angry with her, let alone hate her, she just loves him!Love...is it wrong? "Don't look at me like that again, this time I won't be fooled again, trusting a vampire, I'm too stupid." Taking a deep breath, he wanted to pull the trigger. "Fran, don't, she's a ghost. If you can't kill her like this, I will ask the priests to rush over and help us eliminate her completely." At that time, there will be a grand ceremony, and dukes and marquises from all over the world will come to participate. His reputation will spread widely among them. "Come here, put her in the dungeon. A group of twelve people will take turns guarding her." She was roughly pulled up by a group of men, the pain spread between her limbs, she looked up, she wanted to find his figure among the crowd, but couldn't find him, he left... He hates her, doesn't he?Although she didn't kill Sarina.He hated her, it must be, he shouldn't spend his whole life looking for her, don't ask God to let him go to hell with her.He hates her... what to do?She loves him so much, how can he hate her? She loves him so much that her heart is sore and broken, and she still wants to go into reincarnation and continue to love him, why does he hate her?Just because she's a vampire?But, even if she doesn't want to be a vampire, she can't!How could he blame her for what she couldn't do? An'an was pulled out of the door, the scorching sun shone on her body, wisps of light smoke came out, and her heart and lungs were in pain... Her body hurts, her heart hurts, and she wished she could die immediately... What can she do to get rid of so much pain that she can't bear? Does it stop hurting if you stop loving him?Then... just let her hurt!She couldn't bear to love him... ☆☆☆ Damn it, he still can't hate her, even though he doesn't believe that she didn't kill anyone, didn't hurt Sarina, even though she is a vampire who kills without batting an eye, he still can't let go of her clear eyes, Still let him try his best to see her. He couldn't let go of her hand, and his heart was hanging because of her being imprisoned. He didn't suffer less than what she had suffered these days. When we meet again, it seems like a lifetime ago, the smell of moldy and rotting corpses in the dungeon fills the nostrils, a few torches are hung on the stone wall, and the jumping firelight casts a sallow yellow on her thin face. Heavy shackles bound her delicate body, making her breathless. On the floor, mice were scurrying around her feet. No matter how she tried to hide, she couldn't escape their encroachment. An An's beautiful blond hair was wet and sticky to her face, and her dusty clothes were cut in several places.She is clean and obsessed with cleanliness, how can she bear such treatment? Looking up, she saw him, she didn't speak, just smiled, letting him keep the last side of her in his heart. He didn't speak, just smiled at her, smiled, and kept her face firmly in mind with a smile. "Let's not be angry anymore, okay? Today is the last time we meet..." she whispered. "How do you know?" He was surprised. "They discuss in my ears every day, and I feel so excited when I think that I can nail my heart with wooden stakes and burn me to death with firewood." In her shallow tone, she tried not to let him hear her fear. Glaring at the guards, how could they discuss this in front of her so cruelly. "May I ask your bishop to drive the stake a little farther?" "Are you afraid of pain?" Yes!She will hurt, An'an is so petite, how can she bear the burning pain.Fran began to think about how to get her out, not thinking about how many people would be killed if she was released, how many innocent people would lose their loved ones, and he couldn't take care of them anymore. However, with all these layers of blockades...he didn't even have the slightest chance of winning. "I am not afraid of pain, but I am afraid that my heart will be smashed. I will forget you and forget that we were together." "Fool." With a sound of fool, all the grievances disappeared. "If I become a fool, you won't like me anymore, will you?" She smiled slightly. Shaking his head, swallowing and choking, how could he forget her and every gorgeous night they spent together. "Are you thin, are you very hungry? I will suck my blood for you." He stretched out his hand and handed it to her. She shook her head, shaking off his kindness. "I said, I will never suck your blood." He was silent, and gently brushed the hair from the forehead for her, his gentle actions were full of doting. "You've lost weight too," she said. "I'll go on a hunger strike in exchange for seeing you," he said honestly. "If I also go on a hunger strike, will they let me out and listen to your story for another night?" asked, even she herself felt ridiculous. He didn't answer, just smiled. "Surely not, isn't it?" She understood that when the coffin lid was lifted that day, they were separated. "An'an, I can't save you." The hoarse voice expressed his helplessness. "I know..." Looking up again, she smiled again. "Trust me, I didn't kill Shalena, I didn't kill Kenon, and those four farmers have nothing to do with me, I didn't lie to you." "Is it important whether I believe it or not?" It doesn't matter if I believe it or not, they have no future. "Of course it's important. If you believe it, you won't hate me anymore. In your next life... if there is reincarnation, you will try to find me." "You still haven't given up on your next life?" "What we have promised, no one can give up lightly." Of course not give up, she will love him, love him in this life, love in the next life, her love will last for a long time... "What if reincarnation is just a myth?" Fran asked. "Then I will be very unwilling." She was willing to suffer death, and she couldn't let her last hope become an extravagance! "Tell me, that's not a myth, okay?" Unable to go against her wish, he told her in an affirmative tone. "Yes, there is reincarnation. People have many next lives to make up for the regrets of the previous life. An'an, I will try my best to find you in the next life." "I believe, I have always believed in you, I believe in every word and every story you say... We are Alang and Alan who are compensated by God in another way, not the vampire princess who is sad every night and loves you without complaint You's Shepherd, aren't you?" Her voice was weak, as thin as a gnat. "Yes, we are A-Lang and A-Lan." Holding her hand under the shackles, her hand was as cold and soft as before, just like his heart... cold and soft, he swore that no matter if he had another life or not, he would find her. "Tomorrow, don't come! I don't want you to see me in pain." "No! I will go, and I will bear this pain with you." He was stubborn. She smiled, knowing that she was still in his heart. He smiled too, knowing that their story was not the end but the beginning. ☆☆☆ The firewood piles are stacked high on the square, and the torches lit all around make the night brighter than the day.Thousands of people gathered around the woodpile, clapping their hands and clapping their hands. The confrontation between good and evil unfolded tonight. An An was tied to a cross in the middle of the firewood, and her beautiful face attracted people to whisper.Look up at the starry sky, there are no stars and no moon tonight. The priest led the Duke and Fran into the arena, followed by a group of high-status gentlemen and celebrities, who sat in front of the square, facing An An face to face. Seeing him, An An's lips curled up into a smile, and her anxious heart found its place, and she was no longer afraid. At this time, no amount of criticism could disturb her heart. She only had him in her eyes, and only him could be tolerated in her heart. Fran also looked at her from a distance. She became thinner, and her round eyeballs were crystal clear by the fire. The priest walked onto the stage with a Bible in one hand and a sharpened wooden stake in the other. The noise in the venue stopped immediately. Everyone stared at the priest. His holy face moved people deeply. His eyebrows were lowered, and he bowed his head to recite the Bible. An An and Fran didn't listen to a word, but just stared at each other intently. This glance was the last one...After this time, they can only rely on memory to lead them find each other. Finally, the bishop crossed himself on his chest, and he turned to face An An. "Can you pierce the stake in your hand a little bit?" She said softly, not afraid, because she had hope in her heart. "Can you tell me why?" The kind bishop patted her on the head, as if pampering her big brother who was too spoiled. "I want to remember someone—the man I love so much, I don't want to forget." An An smiled and told him the truth. "By this time, you still can't see through the relationship?" "I don't regret falling in love with him, even at this time I still don't regret it." "I understand." He nodded and sprinkled holy water on her body. Surprisingly, no corrosive pain appeared on her body. "Good girl, your heart is not yet polluted." "Then... Can I be a human again?" An An asked, which was very important to her. "It depends on the will of God," the bishop replied serenely. "Is your God a good man?" "Of course." He raised the stake, but couldn't let go of it several times. "Then I'm relieved." She shifted her gaze to Fran, and flicked the wrist tied to the cross.His eyes were full of tears, she saw it, then she was relieved... "I'm ready." Closing her eyes, a thrust of gravity made her feel pain in her spine. It hurts...it hurts...the pain is surging in her heart, but she can't cry out, don't let him worry...it hurts...it hurts...I can't hang on laughing, I want to give up, I want to call for help, but, remembering His tears were wet, how could she be willing to give up her efforts... The flames ignited, the heat rose steadily and invaded her from all sides, the fire burned her skirt, it was hot...painful...she really wanted to curl up, but the thick rope bound her, she couldn't move, the fire was getting more and more intense …Her beautiful blonde hair instantly turned into charcoal…It was burning to the bone…She was in so much pain…She smelled the snow-white skin burnt to black…It hurt…It hurt so much… She is not a human being, she is a human being, the pain ends here, she is an immortal vampire, the pain will continue continuously, until the bones and blood are reduced to ashes, until the ashes are wiped out, then there will be no consciousness... She is like a colorful butterfly struggling in the flames, I hope this sacrifice is worth it... Please remember me, Fran...don't let me fade away in your memory... The fire burns brilliantly in the night sky, burns away the filth, joy is excited in the hearts of the crowd, humans and ghosts confront each other, and justice returns to the bright side... The firewood burned out, and the fire took An'an away, and also took away the uneasiness in the dormant residents' hearts for months.The torch burned everything clean, but it was the memories in Fran's mind that couldn't be burned away. In every lonely night, he asked Nightingale, did An An still think of him?