It's late at night, the branches and leaves on the trees blown by the winter wind are dancing, as if celebrating the arrival of the night, 0:00, quiet, at this time so quiet that you can hear a needle falling on the ground, "stepping" a woman stepped into a puddle, looking at her appearance, but there was a bit of posture, panicked, as if she was avoiding something, "Ha." "The woman ran wildly, but the dark shadow behind her seemed to be chasing after her like a ghost, the dry and cold weather and the restlessness in her heart," huhu. The more the woman ran, the harder it became, and the black shadow behind her still followed unhurriedly.

"Huh. The black shadow exhaled a cloudy breath, and by the light of the street lamp, the woman even saw the two-inch (5.08 cm) long fangs in the black shadow's mouth, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be stained with blood - Blood! If someone from another world is present, you will find that this is just an ordinary blood clan, but even if it is just an ordinary blood clan, for ordinary people, it is an absolutely deadly existence, and the blood clan that has just embraced it is an ordinary blood clan, because it has just been embraced for the first time, and it has not been given a title, which means that it is more powerful, about ten times that of ordinary people.

The blood clan saw a sprint, and rushed to the woman's back, as if she was a little sleepy, the three-inch claws, and slashed towards the woman's back, "Ah!" The woman was in pain, and fell to the ground with a gravitational imbalance, and the blood clan licked the blood beads on her fingertips, revealing an intoxicated look, the woman was about to get up and run away, and the blood clan grabbed the woman's snow-white neck, without the slightest pity for the jade, and bit down, "Hmm." The woman looked intoxicated, and after a while, the woman was bloodless.

The Bloodclan slashed the corpse's neck open, covering the two tooth holes, and then threw the corpse away.

It was already 1:00 when he returned to his residence, and Clark was obviously in a good mood because he had sucked blood, so he opened the door humming a song, "Finished foraging?" I saw the man sitting on the sofa ask, he is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a golden hair, blonde hair like the sun, blue eyes as deep as the lake, 184cm tall, which is just right in Western countries, 65kg weight, it is inevitable that the body looks a little thin, handsome and somewhat illusory, the skin is sickly pale, the slender and slender fingers hold the remote control, although the posture is a little lazy, but between the gestures, it exudes the breath of the superior all the time, revealing an irresistible temptation。 "I thought you were asleep. Clark said with some surprise, "Don't you know that the blood clan will not sleep until 4:00 at the earliest?" The man asked, indeed, the life of the blood clan is very boring, at least before reaching the viscount, twenty-four hours a day, the blood clan spends at least thirteen hours in the coffin, who told the blood clan that before reaching the viscount, it will be directly wiped out after the sun shines, then there is not even a scum left," O Los, you say, what are you doing in New York because you are a royal member of the Bruch clan, and you are not in your comfort zone?" asked Clarke.

"Stuffy," said Loes, "to the bar, there are still three hours to go, and it's a waste to stay at home." Clark said, "Okay." Loes agreed, and the two put on their clothes and said they would go, "It's snowing." Los looked at the pieces that fell in the palm of his hand, "It wasn't snowing when I first came out." Clark said strangely, "Forget it, let's go." Los pulled on the hood of his down jacket, and at the Navis Bar, looking at the disco men and women on the dance floor, Los shook his head, the deafening heavy metal music in the bar made people feel a little irritated, and the light balls above the dance floor shook Los couldn't open his eyes.

"Hey, beauty!" Dulac quickly hooked up with a good-looking woman. Los pursed his lips. This guy, such a glamorous girl, the pair of bobs on his chest, he knew at a glance that it was long, and he couldn't suck blood from there at all, and this Clarke's vision was not very good. Los shook his head, he Los Bruch, who is also a blood clan of the royal race, really hasn't reached the point of being so hungry. Los put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked slowly to the bar. "What would you like to drink, sir?" asked the waitress politely. "Get me a glass of whiskey. Loes rhythmically tapped his index finger on the bar and pondered for a moment.

"Okay. The waitress replied. After a while, the whiskey that Loes ordered was served, and Loes picked up his glass and drank it directly. "Hey, handsome guy, you can't taste like this. A very seductive female voice appeared in Loos's ears. When Los looked back, he saw a beautiful woman walking over, and put a hand on Loos's shoulder, and a red glow flashed in her eyes, it turned out to be the same kind. Loes smiled knowingly, and a red glint flashed in his eyes. Seeing this, the woman knew that she had chosen the wrong prey, and smiled a little apologetically: "This handsome guy, aren't you going to invite me to drink something?"

"As long as this beautiful lady has no ill intentions towards me, I will be happy to pay for your drink. "Loes is humorous. The woman smiled awkwardly. "Waiter, two glasses of Polish distilled vodka. Then Loos turned to the waiter. Polish distilled vodka has an alcohol content of up to 97 degrees, however, this thing has always been very unpopular among the blood clans, who have always liked to order a little red wine, such as vodka, which is very popular among werewolves.

Rao is the strong body of the blood clan, and after drinking this kind of liquor, if he can volatilize the alcohol without using his blood, it is estimated that he will be drunk for a while. "Can I drink it?" asked Los with a smile. "Of course there is no problem. The woman snapped her fingers and laughed. This must be the legendary pariahs, right?" said to Los. As the most severely suppressed bloodline among the three dark races (blood, demons, and werewolves), the blood race is divided into thirteen classes according to the purity of the bloodline: royalty, royalty, duke, noble, noble, purebred, A, B, C, D, E, F, and untouchables. Thirteen classes are distributed in a pyramid pattern. All of the above purebred parents are blood families, and they are also blood families when they are born. Both the royal race and the royal race are bloodlines among the thirteen clans of the blood family, and they are the descendants of Cain, the ancestor of the blood family, and their blood is noble. Gong clan, the purity of the bloodline of these blood clans is not as good as the royal race and the royal race, they are generally branches of the thirteen clans of the blood clan, because the bloodline and the bloodline of the main family of the thirteen clans of the blood clan are too estranged, so they are changed to surnames, independent portals, and each is attached to the family of their own thirteen clans. The aristocratic race, this kind of blood clan, is usually a branch of the thirteen clan branches, the scholar race, the grassroots of the upper class of the blood clan, and the same as the above, they form the leaves, branches, and trunks of the big tree with the noble race, the public race, the royal race, and the royal race. Purebred, this doesn't need to be explained, there is no illustrious family background, and the times are all civilians in the blood world.

The blood races of the six classes A, B, C, D, E, and F are collectively called mongrel bloods, which are derived from the first embrace of human beings and are divided into six classes according to the bloodline of the first champions. And the untouchables, the blood clans, always have a hint of embarrassment in their tones when they mention this half-brother. Caitiffs are people whose identity does not belong to any clan or bloodline, and most of them are of lower blood, especially in terms of social status and attributes, such as being expelled from one's own clan, being created without the permission of the sire, or having one's own sire suddenly and violently killed, abandoned by the sire, or born as a result of the mischief of the cruel bloods... For all sorts of reasons, they were undoubtedly doomed to their unfortunate fate from the beginning.

In the Bloodline society, they are often placed in the lowest position, and the merciful lords may turn a blind eye to them, but they are more likely to be seen as scapegoats for the Jihad (Jyhad), or hunted to prevent them from becoming dissidents (Aranch), in the Bloodline society, there is no backing at all, but now the number of untouchables in the society is swelling more and more, many of the Bloods laugh at the existing six commandments, and the younger generation may be the main reason for arbitrarily creating new offspring, but some stubborn elders (Elders) think that it is just like thatAs described in "The Book of Nod", this is a sign of Gehenna, but it has caused serious problems. There are many untouchables who don't even know who sire is, they don't even know what happened to them, they don't even understand the existence of the blood society, and some even think that they are the only blood clan in the world, living in ignorance.

This bar is also an industry belonging to the blood clan, it is the industry of Viscount Fisk, he monopolizes the entertainment industry on this street, and there are dozens of baron-level blood clans and nearly a thousand ordinary blood clans under his command, which can be regarded as a small strength in the streets of New York. Many peripheral blood clans are hunting here, however, it often provokes some scattered blood hunting, like this bar, it is estimated that there are countless bars, bars, since ancient times, it has been a place where three religions and nine streams are mixed, and it is also the most convenient to inquire about the news, therefore, a considerable part of the intelligence department of the Dark Council is obtained from fifty bars similar to liaison stations. In addition to the profits from the bar's business, the Bloods who run the bar also rely on selling information to the Intelligence Department of the Dark Council to gain shelter or earn extra money. Viscount Fisk's business on this street is not small, more than 30 bars on this street are run by him, and each bar has about 30 blood clans as thugs to prevent some small human ** who don't have long eyes from smashing the field.