Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Is there any chance of winning? It doesn't matter if she dies, but Dorothy can't. She's still so young...

Raphael clenched his fist and suddenly turned his body and smiled gently at Elle: "Ayer, tie me up and give it to Claude!"

"What are you talking about!" Al roared almost at the same time as Fred.

Fred pulled him over mercilessly, frowned and said loudly to him, "What are you crazy about?" What crazy are you talking about! Give me the right time, Raphael. Grink!"

"I'm not crazy, let alone talking crazy, Fred." Raphael looked pitifully at Dorothy, who was trembling in Fred's arms. She looked like a poor kitten abandoned by someone, especially when his hand stained with hot fresh blood reached out to her, she trembled even more.

He sighed gently and continued with no change in his smile, "Claude just wants me. Dorothy and so on are just used as a bargaining chip to threaten me. As long as I walk over, you can be safe. Dorothy is innocent. She's just a child - and Al, you are also innocent. I'm really sorry that I got you involved.

"Raphael, if you dare to say one more word, I will eat you as my dinner now!" Fred's face turned gloomy, and he held Dorothy's arm tighter. "I won't give up Dorothy, and of course I won't give up on you!"

Raphael felt a little moved and blinked his eyes. Before the blooming smile unfolded, it froze on his lips. He was stunned for three or four seconds before he roared crazily, "Fred! Be careful!"

But it was too late. I don't know when Claude appeared behind Fred and poked deeply into Fred's body from behind with his hand wrapped in the cross necklace.

The necklace of the cross wrapped around his hand... Dorothy opened her eyes in disbelief. Isn't that the last time Marian gave her? Did she hurt Fred...

When Claude's hand was pulled out of Fred's body, it was scratched in the dark night sky with a bright blood red. Fred's legs immediately softened, knelt on the snow, and his mouth began to bleed out, drop by drop, like tears of heartbreak, dripping on the face of Dorothy's white porcelain. On the cheek. She raised her trembling hand and gently stroked his pale and bloodless face, trying to erase the dazzling blood-red color.

"It's nothing." Fred comforted her. It was really just a word of comfort. He was so painful that he couldn't stand up. He could only support his heavy body with one arm so that he wouldn't collapse on the snow.

If he falls down, it will scare his little angel, right?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your conversation, but I really don't have the patience to wait for you." Claude shook Fred's blood on his hand and curled the corners of his mouth with disgust. "It's really dirty."

After saying that, he raised his hand and stabbed Fred's back to the heart.

"Ah!" Raphael, who was entangled in the werewolf and couldn't escape, screamed, Dorothy, who hid in Fred's arms, screamed, and Elle, who struggled to deal with the werewolf, screamed. Only Fred, bit his lower lip tightly, and a slight moan did not overflow from his mouth.

It's already so embarrassed, and he still wants to keep the last bit of dignity - and if he really shouts out, it will scare his little angel, right?

"Fred! Fred!" Dorothy grasped his clothes tightly, as if she could only say the word, constantly repeating, constantly repeating, just longing for his answer.

He also wants to tell her that he has nothing to do, but as long as he opens his mouth, the blood will flow out of his mouth. A large amount of blood falls on Dorothy's face, on her body, and there is sticky blood flowing everywhere in his body!

- Look, Fred, you cowardly and incompetent guy, have you scared the little angel Dorothy?

Fred smiled weakly.

Fred himself knows that Dorothy also knows that the wounds of the vampires injured by the cross will not recover immediately, but will continue to expand and devour themselves, that is to say, they will die.

It will die...

As long as Dorothy thinks of the word "death", her heart will feel cold.

"Claude! You bastard!" Raphael roared, and his black eyes turned red, and dazzling blood-red tears flowed out. He frantically tore the werewolves that prevented him from saving Fred into pieces and ran to Claude desperately.

Anger buried Raphael's reason. He fought fiercely with Cloud. Both of them suffered from each other's harm. And Ayr, she also wanted to help Raphael, but she was so weak that she couldn't even beat a few simple werewolves, let alone such a powerful demon?

She wanted to help Fred up even more. He should not be what he is now. He should be domineering. He should laugh at everyone loudly. He is so vulnerable that he is not Fred she knows at all!

Thinking like this, there were also tears flashing in Aier's eyes.

"Ayer..." Fred's arm had lost all the strength to support his body. He suddenly jumped on the snow. Dorothy screamed and then began to cry loudly.

She doesn't want Fred to die like this. She hasn't talked to him well all autumn. She now has a lot of words to say to him, so he can't die!

When Raphael heard Dorothy's crying voice, he was so angry that he was about to bite his teeth. Next to his body, a layer of twisted black fog gradually rose, and blood red immediately occupied his black eyes.

"Are you going crazy, brother?" Claude wiped the corners of his mouth that had been swollen by Raphael, and bright red blood had flowed out. "Don't forget, I'm also a demon, and I can do the same!"

The same process, the same appearance, two tall black monsters fighting together. Any one of the two, his huge soles of his feet can trample on several werewolves who did not have time to escape.

The crazy demon is really a dangerous existence.

Fred smiled silently and tried to get up with his own strength, but his arms were still stubborn and unwilling to let go of Dorothy.

Even if he dies or whatever, he won't let go!

He was a little unsteady. A black tail gently supported him. He raised his head. Although the devil in front of him was exactly the same ugly, through those blood-red eyes, Fred could tell which one was Raphael at a glance. Because only Raphael, only he can have such gentle eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm nothing." Fred gave him a bright smile, and the action was not very large. He pointed to the road ahead. "Clean up a road for me, Raphael, I have to send Dorothy back now."

Raphael nodded firmly, despite Claude's fierce attack, resolutely gave him a back that was most vulnerable to attack, and uprooted the trees that blocked Fred from moving forward.

It's just looking for death! Don't you think it's too much for yourself to do this for an unworthy girl? Claude sneered from the bottom of his heart, grabbed Raphael's shoulder from behind, and threw him hard on the snow. The bright red blood immediately stained the snow, and many werewolves and demons were also involved. Fortunately, they did not have the mind to fight. It was enough to find a safe place to ensure their own safety.

Fred breathed with difficulty, and his body began to shout at the heaviness of this unbearable life.

You can't die now...

Fred shook his head and got rid of his unconscious mind. The oncoming wind and snow blocked his journey.

Today must be his bad day, otherwise why is he so unlucky?

Fred's legs are getting heavier and heavier. He really wants to lie on the thick snow, holding the petite Dorothy. He doesn't wake up, doesn't care about anything, and sleep like this all the time.

"Fred..." Dorothy grabbed the clothes on his chest that were soaked with blood and dyed red. The clothes had been frozen by the wind and snow for a long time.

"Dorothy, let me tell you, the night you were rescued was also such a snowy Christmas Eve." Fred looked at the road ahead, but his eyes had long been scattered. In fact, he couldn't see anything clearly, but his voice was the same as usual, and even had a little joke, "Hey, Dorothy, don't you think it's boring to go on like this? Sing the song "Happy Birthday" to me! I almost forgot that today is your birthday, little angel.

Dorothy held back her tears and choked: "Happybirthdaytoyou, Happybirthdaytoyou..."

She has been singing like this all the time. Later, she couldn't tell how many times she had sung it, but she still didn't stop. It was supposed to be a happy song, but now it has become sad and miserable. Especially when Dorothy celebrates her birthday, Rafale will sing to herself with Fred. The happy scene is now... Dorothy finally can't help crying loudly.

- In fact, more sad things often happen at the end.