I don't know if readers have seen this book. Although I have published it on many websites, it has not been published in the middle. Today, I can assure you that I will send it to the end. Ha, I hope my relatives cheer for me. Although I just started my career, I don't have much experience and my writing is not mature, I will cheer. Let's cheer for me. I will cheer for me all the time. Come on, come on, the only remaining vampire in Yongxia Blood Clan. A vampire who hates and hates human beings. His mother was taken away by vampire hunters at the full moon, and he has been living on earth since then. Studying at Yasukuni Noble College, he is the first school grass, and is called "double-faced prince" by anthomaniac. His name is Yongxia. . . . . . . Jiuyin's parents died when she was unconscious, and then she lived with her grandmother in the remote mountains. In the summer of 2014, she said something that made him feel annoying: A annoying summer is so annoying. When she fell in love with him, it was the annoying summer when she said this sentence. She is kind and confident. Her name is Jiuyin. . . . . . Jiang Tian is the most meritorious and strongest hunter in the history of vampire hunter family. Lover Linger became one of the victims in jihad. At the age of seventeen, he vowed to destroy all vampires in the world, and at the age of eighteen, he had killed almost all vampires. In the summer of 2014, he accidentally discovered a fish that slipped through the net. Under the traction of smell, he entered Yaying Noble College. His name is Jiang Tian. . . . . . [Text Li]
Cherry blossoms rustle down and dance enthusiastically in the air. Then leave moving and beautiful traces in the air. The wind blows slowly, and the cherry blossoms gathered on the ground are scattered. The cherry blossoms can no longer gather, but can only be scattered everywhere, rotting away a little bit.
The boy stood under the cherry tree, picking up pieces of slightly yellow cherry blossoms and holding them in his hand. Put the cherry blossoms into the dug pit, and then sprinkle the soil bit by bit into the cherry blossoms in the pit to bury the cherry blossoms. . . . . . During the whole process, the boy was very serious, and his mind showed what his mother had said over and over again.
Dark red eyes stared at the buried cherry blossoms, tears soaked his eyes, and sadness poured into his heart. His tears did not fall, but decreased little by little in his eyes.
The year before last today, the boy and his mother were here to bury the cherry blossoms, but now he is the only one left. He is sad, and this is what he can do at the moment.
The boy and his mother lived in the world for a short time, but his memory is so long. The boy lived alone with his mother and hid. That seemingly long but short day is his wonderful memory, and it is also the last memory of the boy and his mother.
His mother died to protect the boy. The boy will never forget the ruthless and