This year's New Year is in early February. On New Year's Eve, the blood clan's lights are constantly on, and it runs thousands of miles away.

This year has passed and it is another year.

He has not been found yet.

Danbai walked on the long street, dressed like snow, wearing a black cloak, black fur fur and red cloak, making her look pale and wearing a mask, unable to tell her eyebrows.

She was willing to keep a low profile, so naturally the people of the blood clan could not recognize that the dignified Blood clan would appear on the street on New Year's Eve.

The boots creaked and creaked when they stepped on the snow, and the bright lights were gone.

The blood race has a long history and is mysterious. In fact, you won’t feel that there is anything special when you are in it. There are also humans living here with their favorite blood races.

A food shop is attracting customers, and the aroma and heat of dumplings float far away. Ranbai picked a place to sit down, and his eyes turned to see the prosperity.

"Your dumplings are ready." The waiter quickly brought the dumplings up with a smile on his face.

Ranbai nodded, casually withdrew his gaze, and his slender and pale fingers took the silver spoon and tasted it.

The taste is actually good.

After a few seconds, the white-colored movement stopped, and the wide red sleeves hung down. They covered half of their wrists, and their fingers pinched the spoon, which was faintly white and their joints were scattered.

There was laughter and joy around, and it was so lively.

The ink color is prosperous in the distance, and the lights are bright.

There was no expression on her face, and the light jumped into her pupils, as if she was swallowed by a dark color, and she tasted it calmly again.

Eating dumplings on New Year’s Eve is a very traditional habit, and the blood clan originally did not have this habit.

Suddenly, at one moment, the spoon was thrown heavily on the table. She stood up and found the waiter just now in a few steps, with a gentle tone: "Who made this bowl of dumplings?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment and said, "I just gave it to you by a customer."

"Where is he?"

For some reason, Ranbai's attitude was obviously very good, but the waiter felt a chill pouring into his body, and he stuttered unconsciously and said, "Then, that person has left..."

"Leave?"

Ranbai smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were lazy and gloomy. Soon, the last smile was gone, and he broke into the kitchen regardless of the store's obstacle!

His eyes swept across all the blood clans present, every corner, and the store owner hurriedly said, "What are you doing? Outsiders cannot enter here!"

Ranbai ignored his intentions at all. After sweeping around unscrupulously, he suddenly turned around and walked out. The black cloak shone with wind, and the cumbersome gold thread embroidered on it also gave rise to coldness. It was blown up by the wind, and the sound was cold, like the ice in February, smashing heavily without any emotion.

"Closing the whole city—"

"check!"

Ying Li was shocked and vaguely guessed why Ranbai was like this. His pupils tightened and he responded in a deep voice.

The angry shop owner suddenly froze, his teeth trembled in shock, and he choked and knelt on the ground: "Dian, Your Highness?!"

The desolate expression is difficult to distinguish in the night, and it is difficult to understand.

“No need to check.”

A voice came from behind him in a low voice, with a clear tone, gentle and polite tone, like a bell from a temple, or a scripture recited in front of the Buddha.

In the howling cold wind, there is an unusual sense of awakening, and every word is neither light nor heavy.

Ranbai was stagnant for a moment, turning around in the snow, with a black cloak and a red robe bulging with the wind, silver hair and red eyes.

"I'm here," he said.
Chapter completed!