From dusk to midnight, the southeast remained quiet, and the Indians who walked the streets and alleys gradually disappeared. ? Eight? One ● ● Chinese website www.8.1zw.com? May be hidden, or it may just be cautious.

For three months, to a certain vampire who claimed to be Toredo, and to clean up the mess of the Indians, it was already very clear that this vampire likes to act in the dark.

Perhaps the Indians could question his identity with this behavior pattern that does not conform to Toledo, but no one would deny that Night is the home of vampires. There is nothing wrong with being cautious.

The back alley of a certain bar seemed to be the back door of the cellar. Ian pushed open the door and showed himself under the night.

In the cellar, a man with a scar on his chin, [Skull Skull] Scrooge pursed his lips, "Are you going out."

Ian didn't answer. He took the street and didn't seem to want to be too rude. "Thank you for providing ... a place to rest."

Skoll frowned, "It's nothing. You killed the" General ". I just expressed gratitude and provided some convenience for the enemy's enemies."

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"But, what the **** are you ..." Skoll's eyebrows frowned, turning his eyes away, closing his mouth. Skoll regretted asking, he didn't want to know. In the "murder" that was unintentionally witnessed at dusk, the ninth body that Copson, the patrol officer tried to report, did not want to be like that.

But Ian still answered, with a trace of self-deprecating, "Vampire. Red eyes, sharp teeth, claws, that's it." Self-deprecating is that Ian didn't say he was Torrido anymore.

Skoll's mouth twitched. This explanation was meaningless. He had already seen it with his teeth and claws. He still didn't understand what a so-called 'vampire' was. However, we know that when someone (Zac) introduces himself in the same way in the future. Skoll had a template.

The back door of the cellar was closed, and Ian walked out of the street, seeming to know his purpose and headed for an alley.

Ian frowned and seemed to be in a bad mood. Because he didn't know why he was going in that direction. Maybe it's just that it is easier to spend a long night with a company.

But still, "Why are you here again. Don't say you are locked out of the house again." Ian looked at the boy Brian in the alley and spoke impatiently.

"No!" Brian did not care about Ian's disgusting tone, "I ran out of myself. ▼ eight ★ one ▼ Chinese ▼ Wen Wang. Ww.81zw.com?"

Ian ignored Brian, leaning against the wall, completely hidden in the shadows, staring at the street. The vampire is waiting for prey.

It's different from Dusk without trying to teach in the father, and trying to act in the sun, but almost burned to the weakness caused by himself, and had to supplement food. This time it was dinner.

In the dark shadow, two red spots appeared, and food appeared.

Everyone thinks people living in the southeast. At a time when there are corpses constantly appearing and the police do nothing at all, life should be more cautious, but the truth is not. This is in the southeast of the dark side of Barton society. On the streets at midnight, there will always be such people walking alone to provide food for vampires.

Ian, who was about to turn into a gray shadow, rushed to the prey, feeling that his clothes were caught, "Don't want him."

Ian frowned, his fingers with sharp fingers twisted around the small hand that grabbed his back, and took it away. Prepare to ignore.

"He is the brother of the team member of my tutoring group, and his dad is gone on the battlefield. He hasn't bullied me, change him." Brian still said what he had to say.

Ian pursed her lips and twitched the corner of her mouth. The redness in his eyes disappeared.

This is not a good habit. Bryan appears as an absolutely weak person. The only thing he can move freely in front of Ian is his mouth. In the past few days, Ian has been willing and unwilling to listen to Brian saying too much-school, war, psychological counseling, bullying, mother ...

Ian doesn't care about most of what Brian said, but there is a point. Ian can never ignore and escape—the war that is still going on, the soldiers who are dead or alive on the battlefield!

It should be time for us to recognize something important. When Brian 'Don't let Ian attack the person who is walking away, the intention is to' not bully me. ' But for Ian, it was the previous sentence, ‘no longer on the battlefield’. This is a coincidence, but it is constantly growing and accumulating, going further and further.

"That man." Brian pointed to someone in the distance leaning against the street lamp. "Every time he saw me, he called me a wicked son. He said my father was afraid of people in the southeast, Weak fled and fled into the war. I thought I would n’t have to be afraid of getting a broken gun from the army, but I still died on the battlefield.

Ian had rushed out, crimson accompanied by gray shadows, stretched under the night. Look, coincidences accumulate, and certain illusions grow in the minds of immature boys.

In an alley that is two streets away, in the dark shadows, a few tentacles protruded out, again the childish voice, the film-maker Wandel, "found."

"Lead the way." Silbera commanded without any expression. The Inan man "shooter" behind him followed, and the weapon in his waist was also taken out. He checked the insurance and the magazine. He was good at long-range attacks and prepared in advance. It's always right.

"But ..." The tentacles buried in the shadows seemed to show no signs of moving. "There is a civilian with him."

"Then hurry up." Spella frowned and urged impatiently. "Let him replenish the food again. It's not good for us." What a realistic consideration, unfortunately, the civilians Wandel said are not food for vampires, It's Bryan.

"Um ..." The tentacles in the shadow are tangled together, "He is already eating, the civilian, it seems that he is not coming from his food storage, um, is a boy ..."

You may be wondering why Wandel is so supportive. The reasons are as follows.

"What boy?" Spira asked with a frown, looking at the shadow figure in the shadow.

"It's just ordinary boys. It seems that they are very friendly to each other, just like Ravenci ..."

After a brief silence, Spella retreated into the alley, tightening the shawl on her shoulders, "staring at them."

Wandel in the shadow received the instruction, the tentacled tentacles retracted into the shadow, and the dark shade of ink walked against the shadow of the building and disappeared. (To be continued.)