Sartre thought for a while and said, "Dear sister, don't be so pessimistic, the reason why we are called the undead blood clan is because we have a relationship with the undead master, and they are not willing to see our clan perish, there is still hope."

Elena wondered, "Hope! Sartre, where did you tell me the hope, now that I have been separated from Gothic for eternity for eighteen years, you have made me feel deep pain, and you have told me not to be so pessimistic!" Elena said these words, her heart was full of hatred, and her face became even colder.

Sartre also felt a slight pain in his heart when he heard his sister's suffering, and he forcibly said something, You and Gothy have a son in eighteen years, and it is the only hope for our undead blood clan.

When Elena heard Sartre say her son in front of her, she immediately said with a cold face: "Sartre, why do you know.

When Celine heard Sartre say Pan Xiaojin, her face was also pale and her delicate body trembled, and she shouted in her heart, impossible, impossible.

Sartre shrugged his shoulders and said, " Dear good sister, don't be so angry, I thought that our undead blood clan was played with and applauded by that little slut, and at first I found out that their plan also accepted the reality of extinction, but I didn't see hope until Celine appeared after disappearing for eighteen years, once she was your personal maid inseparable, and I thought she died in that hunt at first after being missing for eighteen years, good sister, you have hidden it for eighteen years, even the queen of the clan and others don't know this secret, Brother Wang, I have to admire you.

At this time, Celine suppressed the surprise in her heart, turned her head and glared, and said, "I sealed the memory, why do you know, I am going to kill you." After saying that, Celine was angry and pounced on Sartre and shot at him.

Sartre didn't pay attention to this when he heard this, and he didn't care when he saw Celine in front of him make such a move.

"Celine, stop" You are no match for him, Elena opened her mouth to persuade.

Celine stopped and turned around and knelt on the ground and said in fear: But... Princess, I... I hurt the little prince and him, woo woo... Celine cried with her face in her hands.

Elena saw Celine crying with self-reproach in front of her at the moment, sighed and said: "Celine, I don't blame you, your sealing memories may be useful to others, but it is useless to Sartre, who is the strength of the prince, as long as he touches you, he can read your memory, unless you completely erase the memory."

Celine remembered the moment she was caught, until the moment King Sartre choked her own neck, and the other party read her memory.

But, princess, I ......

Elena stretched out her hand and waved her hand to interrupt Celine, looked at Sartre and said coldly: "If you have bad thoughts about my baby and harm him, Sartre will never let you go even if you are my brother."

Sartre shook his head when he heard his sister's tone full of murderous intent and said: "Sister, don't worry, how can you say that your son is Brother Wang's nephew, he is about the hope that you and I and other clansmen will survive, I will not harm my lovely nephew, and one more thing to tell you, a few days ago I found an undead master to use undead divination to divinate for him." Sartre paused.

To get to the point, Elena's face was cold like an ice queen, looking at Sartre in front of her, and coldly spit out three words.

"Blood Emperor....

Impossible, my baby can't be the Blood Emperor, Elena's face instantly turned in a trance when she heard the word Blood Emperor, revealing and immediately denied it.

Sartre said: "Sister, believe it or not, your son will be the strongest blood emperor in history, and the necromancer has given his life to divination for your son, which is the last thing he tells us about the greatest mission of the undead blood, and tells us that he is an important person to prevent a crisis."

Elena thought that she had read the historical classics and muttered to herself: "With the appearance of the Blood Emperor, the other nine clans will not sit still and will definitely find a way to get rid of them, the female ancestor of our undead blood clan led the clansmen to break away from the ten major clans, but she didn't want to see the clansmen go to extinction, and finally she sacrificed herself for the sake of the bloodline."

Sartre also nodded when he heard Elena's words, sister, we can't stop the appearance of the Blood Emperor, we can only do it for the sake of our undead blood clan not to perish, and we have no way of knowing what will happen in the future, and we can pursue the people to live forever on the land of this world.

Elena opened her mouth and said: "Sartre, don't be too happy, the Blood Emperor Guyid clan is a potential problem, you don't know whether he is friend or foe, after the disappearance of Guyid a thousand years ago, the Blood Emperor clan seems to have disappeared into this world, and it is not as simple and simple as you think."

Sartre nodded to Elena and said, "Sister, you're right, for now, it's better to solve the crisis of our clan first, and the rest will be considered later."

Celine I will leave her here to accompany you to catch up, once she leaves, she will definitely let Itrin notice, many of the clan are now her eyeliner is heavily guarded, but I have already ordered your once most faithful servant Amis to go to Huaxia Kingdom to find your son, just see if he is willing to come back to save you, after saying that, Sartre turned around and waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Sartre thank you"

Sartre walked a few steps, his body trembled and stopped, and sighed in his heart, hey, eighteen years, I haven't heard my sister's thank you for a long time, so I said: "If my sister is lucky, I'll come to visit you again after a while, Sartre disappeared into the darkness without leaving a message."

Elena also looked at Sartre's departure with sadness on her face at this moment, and knew from the words just now that his farewell in advance could be regarded as his comfort, otherwise she would be sad.

turned his head to the girl in front of him and said, "Celine, I've worked hard for you for the past eighteen years." After a pause, he spoke again, the little prince can grow up to be a credit to you and Williamman, but it's a pity that Gothy he can't see it.

Celine didn't blame herself at this time, shook her head and said, "Princess, it's not hard, it's what a girl should do."

Elena nodded and smiled beautifully, the first happy smile in eighteen years, the smile of a mother who misses her child.

The two sat on the ground on the top of the tower like long-lost relatives from a distance, chatting about everything for 18 years......

Huaxia, Haishi Haida Castle Villa.

Before dawn, Pan Xiaojin woke up, got up and came to the balcony to practice the sixth figure pose in the Tianyou Treasure Record, until an hour later, he carried the two girls who were sleeping in the jade coffin to the bed, and after being familiar with the role of the blood-colored jade coffin, he was able to shrink it and put it away in his pocket to leave the shell shelf, walked to the two women and stroked their sleeping faces with a hint of a smile, and finally lightly touched the forehead of the two women, he was a little reluctant in his heart, today he went to Adiran to say goodbye to them temporarily, and it would take a while for them to digest these things。

Amis said, "Young master, it's not too early, let's go."

Pan Xiaojin nodded and said, "Well, Amis, let's take the water route, I know that you came to Huaxia with spiritual hypnosis." The latter nodded and did not deny it.

The two of them came to the seashore before dawn, and used their spiritual power to sense that there was no one around, and at the same time, they also connected with the giant horseshoe crab chain in the deep sea, and it immediately swam quickly from the deep sea to my direction when it got the first spiritual fluctuation.

Amis said, "Young master, how do we walk on this deserted seashore.

Pan Xiaojin smiled and said, "Don't worry, you'll know soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Amis's spiritual power also sensed something at the bottom of the sea not far away, and quickly approached this side.

Wow, the water splashed and floated out of the huge shell, Pan Xiaojin saw the scene in front of him, stretched out his hand and patted it and shouted: "Xiaojia, I haven't seen you get stronger in a few days."

Amis was also startled when he saw the huge sea creature in front of him.

Pan Xiaojin received the other party's brain wave and smiled and said, "Okay, this time the road is far away to trouble you, and the giant horseshoe crab immediately made a sound to show that it was very happy."

Pan Xiaojin commanded Amis beside him: "Let's go, the two of them stepped on the back of the giant horseshoe crab and quickly moved to the western country in the direction of Adiran."

Just like the speed of the water skateboard is extremely fast, or the speed of the giant skateboard is one kilometer per second, I can also feel that Xiao Jia has absorbed my blood and become a highly intelligent species.

In the ancient castle of Adiran, a region isolated from humans in the western American country.

The main hall was surrounded by a group of princes of the undead blood clan, including King Sartre, as well as the two brothers he called Ladd and Prince Casa's strength of the degenerate.

"Dear Brother Sanwang, don't come unharmed" At this time, the hall sounded with a beautiful voice, and as the sound stopped, a shadow appeared in front of everyone.

Hehe, Sister Etteling is indeed fine, Sartre replied to her, but how much he wanted to pinch her to death and torture her with all kinds of torture.

Giggles, what seems to be an eighteen-year-old girl in front of her smiled slyly, blonde hair and red eyes, snow-white skin, exuding not nobility but evil and death, wearing a dark off-the-shoulder long dress, you must not be confused by everything in front of you, everything is an illusion.

Eterline restrained her smile and looked at the other princes who sat down again, and said, "Queen, hasn't she woken up yet?"

Princess, the queen did not wake up, and was still asleep in the sarcophagus. A princely adult man said respectfully.

Eatlin, didn't you summon me here today just to ask if the queen had woken up, what the hell are you going to do? Sartre asked knowingly, as if he didn't know.

After hearing this, Etteline grinned and looked at Sartre and said, "I still can't hide it from the third brother, I heard that you went to see my good sister Elena yesterday, right?"

Haha, Elena is my own sister, I just want her to meet her, what's wrong? Sartre laughed out loud. I really want to kill this little blue pool in front of me.

Ladd, who had not spoken on the side, said at this moment: "Sartre, Elena is mine, and you are not allowed to go to see her."

Sartre frowned and said displeasedly: "Brother Rad, Sister Elena is still trapped in the tower, why doesn't she love you at all and hasn't given up for many years?"

Casa also spoke at this time: "What kind of dead heart does it come from, as long as Elena is still mine, you don't want to earn."

Hehe, Sartre sneered and said: "Are the two royal brothers still worthy of my good sister now?" no matter what, she is still your sister, and she also pays attention to your identity, and I want to go further and don't blame me Sartre is not welcome."

Sartre said this sentence meaningfully, got up and turned around to leave the castle hall, he knew that the spirit of the two brothers in front of him had not been manipulated at this moment, or he had an independent consciousness, and on the way out, he thought that the situation was more serious than he had a premonition, and it was estimated that the little Bichi would take action in the next few days, maybe he would have to join forces with other princes to forcibly open the sarcophagus At that time, the two royal brothers were under the domination of the little slut, and after sucking the blood power in the queen's body, it would be their sister's turn, Sartre clenched his hands and roared in his heart, he must not let them succeed.