Chapter 26 Longevity (below)

red.

The color of the blood.

He shook his head and only felt dizzy.

I am this - where?

A painful attack on the chest and abdomen!

He groaned in confusion, blinking blankly, and there was still only one blood in his eyes.

"Human, don't move, stick to it! The ambulance is coming." At this moment, a gentle and familiar voice rang in the ear.

He calmed for a moment.

But the next moment, the pain in his chest and the dizziness of his head became more and more intense.

"Wu Renren!" The voice became more and more flustered. "You can't die here! You - yes, you haven't changed the world yet! How can you die in this place! You haven't changed the world, how are you qualified?" Let me have a monkey!"

change the world? Born a monkey?

His brain was so awake for a moment, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and he suffered a lot.

In a blood red, he resisted the pain and twisted a smile.

"Secondary is sick - get - cure - ah ~"

The familiar voice burst into tears like a joy.

But the voice that was crying with a chuckle was getting smaller and weaker.

Like a candle that is going out quickly.

He suddenly had a panic.

Do not.

Will not.

He smiled in the pain, wanted to hold the voice, and made a joke with her as usual.

However, he opened his mouth in confusion.

I found myself unable to name her.

There is still a blood red in front of me, only the whole body is getting hotter.

"puff!"

Tyles fell on a piece of grass.

He opened his eyes and was completely awake from the blood.

"Damn! What's going on!" On his side, the blond pale man cursed in anger.

"How did you consume so much blood?" His tone was full of suspicions and dissatisfaction.

Only Tells knew that when the blond man turned into blood and flew away with him, Taylors found a piece of memory. In the dream of the debris, he seemed to be "out of control" once again.

This time, the displacement seems to be part of the blood of the blond man.

Tyres seemed to have just come down from the roller coaster, squatting on the ground and coughing.

Fortunately, the experience of motion sickness - forehead, dizzy "human", had been there before in Jodel.

He thought, shaking his head and driving the disturbing blood red out of his brain.

"It's almost coming soon - is the injury still not good? The blood shadow dance is not skilled." The handsome blond man murmured, grabbing Tyre rudely.

It turned out to be dusk. Did the sun go down?

A bit cold, is this outdoor?

It was only after Tyres saw that they were falling on the grass beside a dim path, with a wide manor and a large garden attached.

There is also a flag floating on the iron gate between the garden and the trail, but overall, the manor seems to be wild and grassy, ​​as if the owners were not taking care of it.

If it is not as refined as it is, it will be comparable to the Dixie Hall.

The flag - Thales narrowed his eyes and saw a strange three-petal flower with red, blue and green colors.

Thales recognized the flower - that was the favorite flower of Wu Haoren's first girlfriend.

Is this the iris flower?

The coat of arms of the nobility?

I am afraid, this is one of Gilbert's "enemies".

It’s awful, I’m straight to the enemy’s nest.

"Come on! Short-skinned little scorpion!" The handsome blond man pushed him impatiently and headed for the manor.

The mind of Tyres began to frantically run and reason.

It seems that this golden hair white face can speak, not a monster that is hard to be tamed.

And judge from what he left when he walked away from me:

“It’s just an activity activity –”

"Fortunately, the sun is going down -"

Fortunately, it was a rational guy - Tyres thought about the countermeasures, his JC dagger was inserted in his waist, but obviously he still couldn't count on anything like "putting the dagger on his neck".

Nor can you cut yourself in abrupt manner and report to Jodel and Gilbert. It is too obvious, too deliberate.

Then you can only collect intelligence first.

"Hey!" Taylors turned back and dissatisfied with the blond man's hand. "Look at the grace and temperament of a big aristocrat, isn't it the right thing to do?" Pay attention to courtesy!"

The blond man was stopped by this.

"Politeness? Demeanor?" He smiled and opened his mouth, deliberately revealing two pairs of fangs: "Why are you polite to eat food that is destined to be in your stomach?"

The blond man deliberately rubbed the sharp fangs in the air.

Sure enough, it is very similar to the kind of creature in my memory.

However, Tyres just turned his head and observed two fangs. He scorned slyly: "The attitude towards food is so bad, you can see that you have no talent for foodies at all - mental emotions and physical conditions will affect food. Quality, you are so rude, what if it affects the taste of ingredients?"

The handsome blond man squatted for three seconds.

The expression on his face was just half done.

But he immediately reacted.

"Take your head, it’s a lot of courage, a short-lived little bitch," he smiled. "But you are not the first courageous food, you don't have to be lucky, you can't escape."

"So my flesh and blood is really delicious?" Taylors said "the original", then unexpectedly lifted his legs and walked in the direction of the manor.

The man was just about to pick up the cub and go to the manor and saw the cub walk in front.

Facing the food that seems to have no intention of escaping (he even disdains to call it "prey"), the confused blond man wants to reach out and scratch his head. He thinks that it is not so good when he is half-lifted. He has to let go of his hand and see it with humans. Rate, fast pace to catch up with Tyres.

"It's not flesh and blood, it's just blood. You should have been hurt recently? The smell of blood is everywhere. Hey, good fragrance, I really want to take a bite."

The two continued to move forward.

"Then how are you going to eat me? Is it raw or blood-sucking directly? From which part does it start? How do seasonings?"

“The talents of Tuval’s family like to eat oysters – they enjoy the roar of prey. We usually use blood directly, which is divided into neck food and wrist food. Seasoning words, etc. Why should I tell you these? ! Short-lived little scorpion!"

The blond man stopped and looked suspiciously at the words and deeds that were not like a seven-year-old child.

"I am destined to be food. Right? Is it a virtue to politely sacrifice food? Is it a good food, maybe the blood tastes better?"

"You - as a food is really weird - don't think that would let me let you go?"

"The rare food, of course, is rare in the world. Come here, don't stop, let's go. May I ask your name?"

"Little nephew, what do you ask for this? Want to take revenge?" The blond man stopped again, and his suspicion and vigilance against the strange boy in front of him was getting higher and higher.

"Your skill, it is not easy to find you to avenge yourself. Also, since you have to be eaten by you, should you let me know the name? Do you feel rude to feed and feed? - Isn't there an illegitimate child without a surname? At least there should be a name?"

The blond man is more like a last sentence to sting his self-esteem.

Just listen to his pride and proudly reply: "My name is Istren Van Leica Liszt Corleone, the kingdom of night, the head of the seven, the first-class blood knight of the Corleone family. ”

"Come here, keep going - so why do you call me a short breed?"

"A human being with a lifespan of less than one hundred and twenty years is not a short-lived species? Even a young scorpion like you, at most, can survive for more than ninety years." Istren scornfully.

"So you are, forehead, ‘longevity breed'? Life is much longer than us?”

"Of course, the life of the blood family is endless, so the short-lived species can be imagined!"

Tyres silently put all kinds of information into his mind.

Istrian Corleone

Long-lived species, short-lived species.

Night country, Corleone home.

Superior blood family.

And – the crucial point is that he seems to be not interested in why I am in the Judith Hall.

This may be the only life--oh, almost forgot, he was going to "eat" me.

Tyres and Istren walked into the manor, and the former had a glimpse of the eye: at the doorway, two fierce men wearing red headscarves came over to them.

Blood bottle help? How are they here?

"Why do you want to stop here? Is it not good to fly in directly?"

"If it is not because of the dance of blood shadows - coughing -"

The handsome little student Istren suddenly realized that the short-lived cub around him could understand his own words, so he cleared the scorpion quite gracefully, and then continued indifferently:

"Hey - if it wasn't because we weren't our place, I was prepared to fly in. But we are only guests, and naturally we need to maintain respect and courtesy to our owners."

It is a long-lived species that pays attention to grace, and Teres silently.

The two gangs of the blood bottle gang came up and looked at the big and the small two people: "Who?"

But Istrlen frowned, glazed his face and interrupted them disdainfully:

"Get out of the way, inferior short-lived species!"

Tyres twitched and decided to take back the words.

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a few minutes ago.

After the "One Night War" fiasco, as a blood bottle helper, one day and night, one of the powers of the king, the "red python" of the eight powers of the warriors, the whole day after the war, It was spent in the burnt head.

At least after the other three power warriors, as well as the long-lost blood magician, rushed back to Wangdu, he must support the overall situation.

The first is the aftermath of the "night war."

In addition to a grand explosion show, the gas magician disappeared without leaving a trace. His personal guard, the madman with a sword lying with Rolf, the upper body was cut open. To this end, it can only be inferred that Ahidah was killed, so Nikola must confirm whether the three major killers of the Brotherhood, especially the Black Sword, are in the kingdom, so that they can travel with confidence (in fact, from the Red Square Street Tink, who fled back, always felt that he was so hearted, and even if Black Sword was in Wangdu, he would not most likely see him.)

Tinker and Numeno are the few blood bottles that have escaped to help the Twelve Xeon ("He-Mom--------------------------------------------------------------- In addition to fear is panic, Nikola directly gave up the attempt to find out the truth, as for the enemies of the evil spirits, and the blood magician can come back and decide.

Lost a lot of oil and water, the long-running Hongfang Street, the morale of the blood bottle help fell, many ordinary gangs began to shake. The patrons – whether they are nobles, businessmen or secret colleagues – are saying that “the deep friendship with the blood bottle is unwavering” while drastically reducing business transactions and even withdrawing funds. The business is ruined ("I grass him - calm, to be calm - blood debts have their own repayment!" - Nekra).

In the other urban areas of Wangdu, the **** gang of low morale, the "lower class" of the fraternal society, which is like a broken bamboo, is retreating. It is conceivable that when the news spreads across the country, the struggles of all branches will show the same appearance. .

Secondly, one of the main supporters behind the blood bottle gang, the Kevin Dil family with the three-color iris as the family crest, even after knowing their fiasco, is a kind of carelessness, neither reinforcement nor Appease, even the comfort of the copper is not seen. The most resentful thing about Nikola is that they usually do so much dirty work for the other side in the country. At the crucial moment, the end of the Seychelles, the Knights of the Dukes of Manor, will not let him in! In this way, Nikola was given a task at noon to let him "clear the theft of the Didis Hall" - theft? Grass, which organ in his body looks like a police officer and a private detective? Can't he cut it off?

Speaking of the police officer, Nekra is even more furious: Mom, the big green skin of the Xicheng District Police Hall, called Lobike or Lockerby, usually looking at the smile, the key moment of a night war does not know to send people Reinforce it, say good 'political cooperation?' Even if this is the case, Nikola is reluctant to bear, and he wants several bodies to be with him. He also pushes three resistances. The best thing to laugh is that he is wearing a sense of justice and has received so much oil and water. Now to maintain justice? Go ahead and go! Talking about justice in front of Nekra? Which organ in his body looks like a good person? Can't he cut it off? Mom-, before changing, Nikola dared to go to his house tonight, stripped his wife and hanged on the door of the West Gate to use the doorbell!

Also, Nikola is now going to solve this problem - the three vampires of the Kevin Dil family were actually thrown by the irises in their Dongcheng District (in fact, the Manor Farm is also Kevin Deere). Home industry) "Good hospitality"? Do you think it is to entertain the lost puppy! They have a blood volume of ten people a day! Also ask for more than the super master! Ok, just find the black sword, a sap knocking faint, **** and sent them to the past! I have already sent many of the blood bottles that I usually don’t want to be pleasing to the eye. It’s not enough. I have to whisper and go to the big green skin to ask for the body! Which organ in his body looks like an animal breeder? Can't he cut it off? The most annoying thing is that the number of vampires is not much, their temper is quite big, they are arrogant, look at Nikola's eyes, as if he is a puppy!

With such a bad mood, Nekra took the entourage and walked into the Manchurian Manor at night, and helped the crowd with the same poor blood bottle. He waved his hand and said hello.

He walked into the stone ladder of the main building of the manor, faintly crying and screaming from the underground, making the red snakes more and more troubled.

I couldn’t wait to think about the “blood food” in the dungeon (especially many of his past colleagues and subordinates), and Nikola’s face went up to the second floor, pushing the wooden door of the main hall and his face. Unhappy to see the few people in front of you - specifically, two people and their food.

A 30-year-old woman dressed in aristocratic riding, gently pushing a man with a confused eye, a good-looking, fair-skinned, red ponytail, sexual and tempting temptation.

Seductive, licking the blood of the mouth, a charming smile against Nekra, then stretched out the index finger, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth to the chin.

The man who was pushed open seemed to be only a civilian who was plundered. At this time, his eyes were lost, his skin was pale and he convulsed on the ground, his breathing became weaker and he could not see his life.

In the hall, there are at least seven or eight dead bodies that have died of excessive blood loss. The blood of the dry blood is everywhere.

The blood drips on the ground and on the table, and it’s amazing.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hall, a white-haired old man, also dressed in luxury, carrying his hands, seemed to be waiting for the moon to rise.

"Oh," Wendy’s voice came from the woman’s mouth, her eyes lit up. “Give us delicious food? Is there twenty people? Is there a super-order? Is there a virgin? Is there a young? Hey?"

These **** vampires!

Going out to hunt for a living?

"Ms. Lorana! Mr. Chris! I am going to tell you," Nekra strongly endured the unhappiness and disgust of his heart. He was dissatisfied with the two blood races: "Twenty bodies sent this afternoon are already The limit is that our blood stocks are not that much!"

When it comes to the "blood bank", I think of the mourning in the underground cell, and even Nekra can not help but feel a little disgusted.

"Oh?" The tempting Lorana smirked. As she bent her mouth, her eyes gradually turned into dangerous eyes: "Can the blood of those bodies be eaten? What we need, but the blood of the living? ""

"Otherwise, people who look at your blood bottles are coming and going, people can't help it anymore--" Lorana showed her fangs under her lips, posing in a flattering position, her index finger gently licking her teeth Under the illumination of the unlit lamp, with the background of bloody, there is a strange and beautiful beauty.

"Please understand the three guests, Yongxing City is king after all, we have limited ability -" Nekra with anger, bowed and whispered.

"Oh, but the young and lovely Duke of Iris does not say this: How much is the number of people and blood! If he knows that his loyal dog actually entertains the guests, will he not give you bones? Hehe ——"

Loyal dog?

bone?

I am grass!

Listening to this yin and yang humiliation and condescending irony, and then think of the attitude of the Duke of Iris in the battle of the Red Square Street, and the anger of the day, Nikola only felt that there was a fire burning in his heart.

"His M's skunk - son - there is no living person!"

Nikola ignored the blood of the table, slammed it on the table, slammed the table, and screamed out of control:

"Don't think I don't know! Your vampires only need the blood of the dead to live! You don't need the blood of the living! It's not been 500 years ago!"

"I am working hard, sending so many living people and corpses, and even a super-order in it! Also he is not enough M!"

"Love and eat, don't eat! Lao Tzu is not scared! It's a big deal! We pulled out a man!"

"We are the blood bottle of the Star Kingdom ‘blood debts must pay'! It’s not Kevin Deere who’s dying for a friend!”

A moment of silence.

In the hall, only the red snake snakes are angry and can't help breathing.

Even the entourage behind Nekra was scared to take a step back.

The next moment, Lorana's expression changed, her teeth were screaming, her face was stunned, and the seductive voice that was originally spoiled also became fierce and wild:

"The short breed of the squat! I am polite in the face of your master!"

"The blood of the body? You can drink if you drink water and eat carrion every day. Why do you want to eat meat and drink!"

"‘Don't work hard?' The half-dead super-step in the prison is simply the private feud of your communique, the house that we want to help you solve!”

"Talk to the Corleone family about ‘blood debts must pay'? I will let you ‘blood debts now’!”

In the eyes of Nekra, the anger was even stronger. He bit his teeth and slammed the scarlet coat. The sly Lorana screamed and leaped to the chandelier above his head, like a cat.

At the juncture of the two sides, the old man who had been looking out the window finally turned around.

"Lorana, pay attention to manners."

"Mr. Nekra, don't have to be like this, we turned our faces, and the sly person is Duke of Jen."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly passed to everyone in the hall.

Chris Corleone - the old man with white hair suddenly appeared in front of Nikola.

Before the big boss of the **** bottle replied, the white-haired Chris did not intend to reach out and patted the red python's shoulder.

This hand slammed the red python's anger.

Lorana landed on the ground and replied with the image of a seductive young woman, with a chuckle, but her eyes were still stern.

"Sorry, they are still young, I don't know how to control." Chris's eyes were full of darkness and silence on his wrinkled face.

young? Nikola cursed in the bottom of his heart. I don’t know if a few hundred years old monsters are too young to say young?

But he still suppressed the anger in his heart.

The situation is not forgiving.

The old monster in front of me, although looking at the sick, but the one that has just been exposed... With his own ability, he did not fully grasp him.

"That way, these days, hard work, the next food, we solve it ourselves."

Like his inanimate tone, Chris’s dead eyes don’t move.

Solve it yourself? According to the personality of these vampires, go out to hunt for food, and sooner or later will cause trouble! But isn't that just following your own intentions?

"Let's go!" Nekra waved without hesitation: "Remove all the brothers!"

"Oh? Don't you stay alone? People still want to apologize~" Lorana glared at the **** table and replied with a spoiled tone.

“No need!” Nekra turned his head and said: “Let Ms. Lorana ‘unbearable’!”

The blood bottle helper's beater followed Nikola's body and stepped down the stone ladder. No one felt sorry for leaving this disgusting manor.

For a time, there was only Lorana's weird laughter and blood dripping in the hall.

Nekra has gone far.

Lorana slammed from the table, her face was frosty and chilling.

"What did he find?"

Chris shook his head like a human, and looked like a white chess piece. "This guy doesn't. But Kevin Deere definitely feels awkward. After all, the big blood needs are enough to feed one." The **** knight of the Guard."

Lorana bowed her head: "But it's still not enough - just wasted one for acting and I will go hunting again."

"Fortunately, we have driven the blood bottle out as planned. This will give us some time before we are exposed."

Chris’s head suddenly deflected a hundred degrees backwards, facing the window, his nose moving:

"It is Istryn back."

"I also brought a - ah, this tastes really fragrant, is the source of superior blood."

His figure reappeared in front of the window.

The moon is out.

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Nekra took the blood bottle to help the people out of the manor with anger.

These **** vampires - huh? The little white vampire is back. Didn't he go to the Dixie Hall with the mercenaries in the afternoon to find the secret treasure?

They used to walk with their legs and walk the main entrance?

Nikola also thought that the **** way of rushing the road, as seen before, became a pool of blood and then "squatting" to "squat".

That little white face still carries a small one? Damn, did he go hunting, look at this dress, like a child of a noble family, but full of injuries - not right, the child is not like being held hostage, the pace of both of them, watching the inverted image It’s a group.

By the way, I have to ask about the theft of the case.

When Nekra was still thinking about it, Istren and Tells walked side by side into the manor.

Taylors saw the blood bottle that the team came out to help people.

Think of the iris flower banner on the top of his head, his heart is not good.

But he also knows that it is necessary to remain calm at this moment in order to find vitality in the narrow road.

Istren didn't squint, as if he didn't put the blood bottle around him in his eyes.

Nekra waved his hand, and the blood bottled man stopped in the same place, waiting for Esteron to come.

But the handsome blond blood snoring just snorted from the nose, turned his head to one side, and walked freely from the side of the red python, without any intention to talk.

But the blond blood family immediately found that the human scorpion around him who was not taller than his waist was stalking. He slammed his head and deflected his head in synchrony with him, then his nose went to Nikola!

What is the situation? Shit people?

Istren decided to go back and make a good job of decorating this little scorpion.

Only Taylors knows that at this moment, he is pressing his heartbeat, and he is calm!

Nikola’s anger was once again captained.

"Hey! Little white face!" The red python was uncomfortably stopped in front of Istryn.

"What did the Duke's adult command you do, have you done it?" Nekra looked at the handsome blood race in front of him.

Duke adults?

Tyres secretly screamed.

Istren raised his eyes and looked at the human being who stopped him.

"The stolen treasure of Judith Hall! Remember? You also took four team mercenaries!" Feel Istryn's gaze, Nekra was full of anger, and walked in front of his nose unceremoniously, loudly:

"There should be something to gain, little white face?"

Little white face?

The abominable short-lived species - Istrlen was filled with anger. His original plan was to swindle the twenty mercenaries and then hunted them one by one and brought them back to the manor as a good source of blood.

Who would have thought that they were all folded in the hands of the mask geek in the 闵迪思厅?

But what about the theft of the Dixie Hall? After all, it was the invitation of the Duke of the three-color iris.

Still have to say a word.

Istrlen turned his head to Tyres.

No one knows that Tyler’s mood at the moment is as cold as snow!

What to do? What to do? What to do!

calm! The boy said to himself: I have to save myself.

His brain is spinning wildly, and each piece of intelligence and elements flashes back and reorganizes quickly!

Istren bowed his head and looked at the young man, wondering how to open to Nekra, in order to return to this **** short-lived species without losing face.

Nekra looked at Istren's proud head, and followed the latter's eyes to the little boy around him.

"Hey, kid..." Istren didn't think it was.

Everyone is looking towards Teres!

At that moment, Taylor took a deep breath.

According to the second disease, I am a man who wants to change the world.

How can I die here?

then.

Then, all the people present saw the seven-year-old boy with a cold face and shouted before Esteron said the next sentence:

"Yes, adults!"

Istren stunned, how is this little devil so respectful?

But before he could react, the situation in front of him changed.

I saw that Teres did not hesitate to step forward, like a loyal guard, in the middle of Istryn and Nekra.

Then, under the bright moonlight...

All the people heard the little boy with a flat face, and helped the right-hand man at the moment, the head of the Eight Powers, the "Red Python" Nekra, with a childish voice, with all the arrogance Tooth, disgusted and shouted:

"Go away! The short-lived species!"

"Noble Master Istrian Corleone, his affairs don't need your despicable wild dog to talk!"

The big chapter of the eight thousand words, the broken place is not good, simply keep on, all sent up!

PS: I built a trumpet from the starting point, called "Bigmaster Hengqiang" (by the cm, the name is good in the second ORZ), and later use this number to communicate with everyone at the starting point! Welcome comments! Thunder and rain, bricks and flowers!

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