"Ghost crying wolf" was the last trick used by Demoff in his long life.

Chongxu watched the battle from a distance, and he didn't know that Dmov's consciousness layer had changed dramatically, seeing that he slapped his claws on Bai Ling's chest, Bai Ling didn't dodge or dodge, thinking that Bai Ling was in a hurry, and hurriedly flew to the rescue, holding Bai Ling in his arms and pushing out a palm with his backhand.

This palm was sent in a hurry, and only thirty percent of the force was used, but Dmov had no ability to parry, and flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"Huh?" Chongxu was puzzled, and said in his heart: When did the marquis become so weak?

Bai Ling saw that he was confused, and said with a smile: "He fell for my charm, of course he won't resist." ”

Chongxu Qiqi said: "When did your spiritual power become so strong, even the marquis can charm?" He is also proficient in charm, knowing that charm needs to be based on strong spiritual power, usually only spiritual power can charm opponents, but as far as he knows, the strength of Bai Ling's spiritual power is slightly inferior to him, he boasts that he can't control the marquis's aura, but he doesn't know how Bai Ling did it?

Bai Ling replied: "My spiritual power does have some breakthroughs, but it is not stronger than the Marquis. The reason why he was able to charm him was because of a different way. ”

Chongxu knew that Bai Ling's sense of the right path of heaven and earth could not be explained in a word, so he didn't ask much at the moment, "Let's go back and talk about it, it's important to save people." ”

He saw that Dmov was chased to the ground, but his face was obscene, and he immediately guessed that this guy was going to spend time with Bai Ling in a daydream, and he was jealous in his heart, and picked up the broken army and smashed it three times in a row, resulting in the other party's life.

Bai Ling saw that Chongxu's unhappiness was beyond words, and guessed what he was thinking, and a warm current of sweetness welled up in his heart, and he sighed secretly: "Ah Xu is jealous of me for a virtual fantasy?" She licked her face and said to Chongxu: "Angry?"

Chongxu tilted his face to the side, "No!"

"And say no! The word 'unhappy' is written on your face. Bai Ling gently touched Chongxu's cheek and said, "Don't be angry, it's all his imagination, it's an illusion." Don't take it seriously, okay?"

Chongxu knew that his anger was a little childish. This childishness comes from a strong love, because of love, so too caring, because of care, so naïve.

He nodded against his will, but after holding back for a while, he said, "You are not allowed to use the charm technique in the future." ”

Bai Ling smiled, "Jing said stupid things. Charm is the foundation of the fox clan's survival. "For thousands of years, the fox clan has relied on charm hunting and self-preservation, and it can be said that there would be no fox clan without charm.

Chongxu said solemnly: "That was the past, and from now on I will be the foundation of your life." ”

......

The Brotherhood's Shanghai base covers an area of about 28,000 square meters and is divided into eight areas on two floors.

In addition to the office area where Chongxu and Bailing are located, there are also dormitory areas, catering and entertainment areas, worship areas, fitness training rooms, archives and libraries, laboratories and cell interrogation areas, with complete supporting facilities.

For the sake of secrecy, the Brotherhood only left one entrance and exit when building the stronghold, and the only exit is blocked by the heavy ruins of Bailing, and the surviving low-level vampires have become turtles in the urn.

Dozens of vampires tried to build a position in the fitness training area with weapons and used crossfire to protect themselves, but the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and the broken army fell to the ground** generally set off a rolling gust of wind, and half of their positions were destroyed in an instant.

Bai Ling's Shadow Dagger shuttled like eyes, and several vampires fell to the ground everywhere they went. The low-level vampire didn't even have time to see what killed his teammates next to him, only to see a flash of cold light, and the next moment his heart burst and died.

Dozens of vampires were reduced to bones in the middle of a treat.

Chongxu and Bailing searched each area from the office area, all the way through the dormitory area, the dining and entertainment area, the worship area, and the fitness training room, and more than 100 Western vampires died at their hands.

By invading the vampire's memories, Chongxu learned that Demoff had brought a woman in her twenties into the laboratory the day before yesterday, and guessed that the woman should be Ouyang Na.

The two came to the experimental area on the basement floor and saw that the space of more than 3,000 square meters was divided into several rooms, which was made into the appearance of a hospital.

The incandescent lights flickered overhead, the white floor was a mess, scattered with broken glassware and solutions of various colors of powder, yellow, and black, and in the corner lay seven dried corpses in white coats, apparently researchers in the laboratory. They had apparently struggled and struggled before they died, leaving many crimson handprints on the walls.

The corpse was riddled with holes, as if it had been pierced by countless awls, and the death was tragic.

"What's going on!" Chongxu was taken aback when he saw someone come here before them to kill, "Could it be that the people from the church have also sneaked in?" "As far as he knows, the only group in the world that openly opposes vampires is him and his demons, but after observing the wounds of the deceased, he found that the murderer was vicious, not the style of the missionary, but someone else. immediately worried about Ouyang Na's safety, for fear that this pretty reporter would be affected, and shouted: "Ouyang Na, where are you?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a strong wind in his ears, and he hurriedly transported out the protective body qi to cover himself and Bai Ling, "Dangdangdang......" With the crisp sound of a string of hailstones hitting the glass, he saw countless dead grasses rushing out of the ground, knocking his gang qi into a concave and convex moment.

The dead grass dispersed, and a slender figure appeared at the end of the hallway. The visitor was an unclothed woman, with a beautiful face, a bumpy figure, and wings on her back like an angel coming out of a mural.

It's just that the "angel" in front of him is obviously painted in the wrong color, the wings behind him are made of withered grass, and the skin is brown, as if he has been exposed to too much sun. Her hair is like a yellowed straw in autumn, without any luster, and there are no pupils in her eyes, but it gives people a hideous feeling.

Chongxu asked, "Who are you?"

The woman said indignantly, "The one who killed you!" She casually lifted her hand, and dense withered grass emerged from the ground and the wall, and pounced on the heavy ruins and the white tomb.

Chongxu snorted, "Use the withered grass to deal with the Children of Flames, find death!" The abyssal power operated, and the true qi was quickly transformed into abyssal power in the meridians according to the mantra of the Burning Heaven Heart Method. The air in the dungeon suddenly became agitated, condensed into a fierce flame and scattered out.

The Nine Abyss Hellfire can melt gold and break silver, not to mention the withered grass? Suddenly, the attacking grass was burned into flying ashes, and Bai Ling took advantage of the dust cover to pinch out the ground and rush forward, appeared behind the woman, stabbed out a grab, and saw that the claws were about to pierce the woman's Zhiyang acupoint.

Behind the woman, a cloud of withered grass poured out of her back, blocking her killing moves.

"Huh!" Bai Ling couldn't help but be amazed when he saw that the woman had not discovered the sneak attack, and said in his heart: "Does the withered grass have spirituality?"