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The city's night is like a bustling painting, with brilliant lights and bustling crowds. However, behind this bustle, there are always some heart-stopping moments playing out in the dark, and this night is no exception. Lín Yè and Raisin stand shoulder to shoulder on the crowded street, facing a group of rampaging vampires. Amidst the flickering neon lights, the vampires' teeth gleam with an eerie light, their howls echoing like the night wind, carrying not only a chill but also ferocity and wildness.
The street instantly turns into a battlefield, and Lín Yè and Raisin enter the fight without hesitation. Lín Yè grips his silver sword, its blade engraved with ancient runes, gleaming with a cold light in the darkness. Raisin, on the other hand, harnesses the power of Bloodline, the red light coalescing in his hands into an invisible yet deadly blade.
The vampires were like wild beasts unleashed, their eyes filled with madness and hunger, charging recklessly towards Lín Yè and Raisin. Lín Yè moved with agility, like a ghost in the night wind, each sword strike precise and deadly, the silver light cutting through the darkness, claiming one vampire after another. Meanwhile, Raisin's power of blood was invisible yet lethal, each wave of his hand bringing forth a flash of blood light, instantly tearing through the vampires' bodies.
Amidst the bloody chaos, Lín Yè's figure danced like a performer, every turn and sword strike elegant yet deadly. Raisin, on the other hand, was like a ruler of the night, every movement filled with authority and power.
After the battle, Lín Yè's breathing was slightly rapid, her eyes revealed exhaustion, but more so a calmness after the fight. Blood dripped from the tip of her sword, shimmering like stars in the night breeze. Raisin remained composed, but his eyes showed concern for Lín Yè, a depth and tenderness unique to the Blood King. Beneath the night and neon lights, their figures intertwined like a silent painting after the battle.
"You've become accustomed to this kind of battle, haven't you?" Raisin's voice sounded particularly clear in the night breeze.
Lín Yè She nodded, her eyes showing a subtle sign of fatigue. "Yes, but every battle is a test."
In a secluded and mysterious bar, under the dim light, Raisin smiled slightly as he took out an exquisite small bottle from his pocket. The bottle was engraved with intricate patterns, exuding an ancient and noble aura. Inside the bottle was a deep red liquid, its blood-like color shimmering with an enticing glow. "This is a special drink of Bloodline, a rare blood wine. It not only restores strength but also possesses a special charm," Raisin's voice was deep and magnetic, as if hiding a mysterious invitation.
Lín Yè Curiously looking at the bottle of blood wine, she furrowed her brows slightly, her eyes filled with inquiry and doubt. "Can this really be drunk?" Her voice carried a hint of hesitation and curiosity, while her eyes sparkled like stars.
Raisin With a slight smile, he looked at her with a playful glint in his eyes. "Of course, this is a precious treasure of Bloodline. Come, have a taste." His voice revealed a seductive rhythm, as if inviting Lín Yè into an unknown and enchanting world.
He gently poured the blood wine into two exquisite wine glasses, which were engraved with intricate patterns resembling ancient runes. The blood wine flowed slowly in the glasses, each drop shimmering with a captivating light, as if it held countless secrets.
Lín Yè Taking the blood wine, her fingers lightly touched the edge of the glass, the icy sensation contrasting sharply with the passion within the glass. She took a sip, finding the taste of the blood wine far sweeter than she had imagined. It melted in her mouth, carrying an indescribable charm, as if a mysterious power was flowing through her body. Unable to resist, she took a few more sips, feeling the fatigue in her body gradually dissipate, replaced by a warm flow of vitality.
Raisin looked at Lín Yè with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. In the dim light, a different kind of glow shimmered in Lín Yè's eyes, and a slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a kind of relaxation and joy from within. In that moment, they seemed to forget the outside world's turmoil and battles, finding solace in each other's company and the enchanting blood wine.
Raisin gazed deeply at Lín Yè, his eyes flashing with complexity. He reached out and gently caressed Lín Yè's cheek. " Lín Yè, would you be willing to become my companion? In this dangerous world, we can support each other."
Lín Yè felt a tremor in her heart, she could feel the warmth of Raisin's hand and his temptation. But she had a firmness in her heart, and she gently pushed Raisin's hand away. " Raisin, I respect you, but I cannot accept your proposal. There is more than just a racial barrier between us."
Raisin looked at Lín Yè: "Your determination is admirable, Lín Yè. Perhaps one day, you will change your mind."
Lín Yè did not have an answer, her heart was full of contradictions. She could not deny Raisin's charm, but at the same time, she was also clear about her own heart.
Raisin's temptation was like a phosphorescent light in the depths of darkness, not burning but dazzling, making it hard to ignore. Every smile, every glance of his was like a carefully woven net, waiting for Lín Yè to fall into it. But Lín Yè was like the brightest star in the night sky, surrounded by hazy mist, yet still shining brightly, not losing its radiance.
" Raisin, your charm is undeniable, but I am Nightcrawler, and my mission is to hunt vampires. Between you and me, it's like two parallel lines, never meant to intersect," said Lín Yè firmly, with an unmistakable determination in his eyes.
Raisin nodded slightly, a hint of disappointment evident in his expression, but he quickly regained his regal elegance. " Lín Yè, your determination is admirable. But don't forget, this world is full of variables. No one can say for certain what the future holds."
Lín Yè did not answer. She quietly drank her blood wine, letting its sweetness dissolve on her tongue, taking away a trace of weariness. The future that Raisin spoke of was full of uncertainty, and she, perhaps, truly could not predict where her heart would lead her.
As the bar lights gradually dimmed, Lín Yè stood up, ready to bid farewell to this tempting place. " Raisin, I will remember everything tonight. But now, I must return to my world."
Raisin stood up and gracefully took the back of Lín Yè's hand, giving it a gentle kiss. "I respect your decision, my lady."
Lín Yè gently pulled her hand back and walked away. Her steps were firm, but she couldn't hide the turmoil in her heart. It was as if an invisible force was pulling her, making her involuntarily turn back to look at the mysterious and charming Blood King once again.
The night was as dark as ink, and Lín Yè's figure gradually blended into the darkness, like a nocturnal leopard disappearing beneath the neon lights of the city. Meanwhile, Raisin stood quietly in place, watching Lín Yè depart, his eyes shimmering with a complex light, like the distant twinkling of stars, deep and mysterious.
As the night deepened, Lín Yè moved through the streets like a messenger of the night, concealed within the unseen. But this world is always full of uncertainties, and just as she stepped out of the tranquility of the bar, a sense of foreboding suddenly struck.
A gust of wind blew through, and in the night breeze, there was a faint, unfamiliar scent mixed in - the familiar aura of a demon. Lín Yè Her pupils contracted, her body suddenly accelerated, and she swiftly headed towards the source of that aura.
Turning into a dim alley, Lín Yè, the scene before her sank her heart. A demon was silently approaching an innocent passerby, its claws gleaming with a cold light, ready to stage a bloody hunt in the darkness of the night.
Lín Yè Her eyebrows furrowed, and her body drew a graceful arc in the air, like a falling meteor, swiftly intervening. With a long sword in hand, her movements were flawless, each sword strike precise and accurate, neutralizing the demon's attacks one by one.
But the demon was exceptionally cunning, its attacks elusive like a ghost, making it difficult for Lín Yè to grasp. For a moment, the battle reached a stalemate.
"The damn demon!" Lín Yè She felt irritable, a flash of anger in her eyes. Her sword movements became more fierce, the long sword drawing beautiful trails in the night, but each attack was cleverly avoided by the demon.
The demon's laughter echoed in the night sky, causing Lín Yè to feel a wave of annoyance. But at that moment, the image of Raisin and his deep gaze suddenly flashed through her mind.
"Calm, Lín Yè," she said to herself in her mind. What she needed was not impulsiveness, but calmness and wisdom.
She took a deep breath to calm her mind. With the long sword in her hand, her movements became more steady and powerful. She no longer blindly attacked, but began to observe the monster's behavior and search for its weaknesses.
Finally, she found a flaw in the demon's attack. With a swift movement, her long sword pierced through the demon's heart like a sharp arrow, accurately and without error.
The demon let out a miserable scream, its body twisted in the air a few times before turning into ashes and disappearing into the night wind.
Lín Yè She stood with her sword, her breathing gradually calming down. The recent battle once again reminded her that as a Nightcrawler, her mission was to protect humans and hunt down the demons lurking in the darkness.
Raisin's figure appeared in her mind again, his temptation, his concern, and his words "The future is full of uncertainty." All of this stirred complex emotions in her heart, but at least in this moment, she knew her mission and what she should do.
The night is still deep, Lín Yè turns and continues to patrol the streets of this city. She is Nightcrawler, a guardian and a warrior. As for Raisin, the mysterious Blood King, his figure will temporarily remain in her memory until fate brings them together again.
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