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After a while, the closed gate of the castle not far away slowly opened, and a black figure walked out from behind the door.

Black legging slacks, black sneakers, a black men's sports hooded top on the upper body, the hat is still tightly buttoned on the head, a black mask embroidered with a skull pattern on the face, blocking the entire face, and a pair of toad sunglasses on the eyes, the whole person seems to be completely wrapped in black.

Although he couldn't see the face of the person who came, but the aura emanating from the other party, Han Long still recognized that the other party was David.

It's just that the other party's dress makes Han Long a little confused, what kind of drama is this?

Soon, David walked up to Han Long, Han Long was a little crying and laughing, in broad daylight, the other party was dressed like this, what was going on?

seemed to see Han Long's doubts, but David was silent, just stretched out his left hand, pulled up his sleeve, and put it in the sun.

"Snort ......" as if lard was placed on a hot iron plate, and soon a puff of light smoke came out of David's arm, and his skin began to atrophy and peel off at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been burned.

David quickly withdrew his hand from the sunlight, and in the shadows, he saw that the part that seemed to be burned kept wriggling, and after a while it was restored to its original state.

Although there is an immortal body of the Bloodline, it cannot be exposed to the sun, and this is the tragedy of the Bloodline.

The other party explained to Han Long the intention of his dress with practical actions.

It seems that becoming a blood clan with an immortal body means that he has completely drawn a line with the bright world, Han Long couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart.

……

Soon, a golden light pierced the sky on the eve of dawn and broke through the sky.

Of course, there was also David, an unlucky guy, who was accompanying him, but in order to prevent the other party from being burned by the sun, Han Long still blessed the other party with a reflection technique, and when the sunlight hits the other party, it will be automatically reflected out, so as to avoid the other party's suffering from flesh and skin.

For Han Long's move, in addition to being amazed, David was also deeply curious, how many hole cards did he not know about this mysterious Oriental?

However, how could a small viscount of the Western Blood Clan understand the mysteriousness and profundity of the art of cultivating truths? Even Satan, the god of hell in their mouths, only knew a little about the art of cultivating truth, let alone them!

#1388

Midnight, in the city of London, the building in the heart of the city looks like a giant bullet - the top of the Swiss Re Tower.

Han Long and David were standing on top of this landmark building, looking down at the world under their feet.

Under the endless night sky, the sound of the wind whirring in my ears, and the buildings of various colors and styles under my feet, the colorful changes and colorful lights make this piece of the world brightly lit, just like the city that never sleeps.

Coming to this "magic capital" of Europe again, Han Long seems to feel a little different from last time.

Although the entire city of London seemed to be a night night under the brilliant lights, Han Long still felt that the city seemed to be filled with a strange smell.

A smell of war smoke and blood!

Something must be going on here, even an unknown war going on.

Could this be the reason why the Earl of the Blood Clan came here? Han Long felt as if he had caught a clue in his eyes.

Not far away, the River Thames, which runs through the entire city of London, flows slowly as if it had been for ten years.

Here, it has witnessed the rise of many heroes, but also the decline of too many races.

Only this time, I don't know whose rise and whose fall.

It was late at night, although the lights were still bright, but there were not many passers-by on the street, a few sporadic and three or two kittens.

On the corner of London's West End, a black night cat slowly crossed a street and stood in the dark corner of the alley, silently watching the dark world.

Several drunkards supported each other, swaying from side to side, and walked from side to side of the street.

Several of the guys had drunk too much, and their minds were not very clear, and even their vision became blurry.

One of them, a stout and burly drunk, inadvertently saw the pair of emerald cat's eyes in the corner, thinking that he was seeing a real emerald, and immediately tilted his head and asked the two companions next to him: "Look, the shiny thing in front of you is not an emerald?"

The other two guys, although they were also drunk and dazed, tried to look ahead with their eyes wide open after hearing their companion's words.

"What? You kid drank too much, so it's a green light?" one of them shouted.

"Damn, what kind of eyes do you two have, it's clearly a green button. The third guy said self-righteously.

"Two fools, obviously they are emeralds, Lao Tzu will make a fortune if he picks them himself, you two go cool!" muttered to the first drunk, leaving behind his two companions, and walked towards the black cat in the corner......

Life is often like this, when you are down, you can buy drunk with friends for fun, but once you have the opportunity to make a windfall, you will only take care of yourself.

The two companions behind him laughed when they saw him swaying forward like a crab, but they didn't know that he was just a drunkard who couldn't stand on his feet in the eyes of others.

……

The black wild cat in the corner blinked its emerald eyes, and the figure of the stout guy in the pupils enlarged little by little, slowly approaching him, and his head was not clear at all except a trace of curiosity.

When the drunken man stretched out his right hand to grasp the pair of emeralds in front of him, the wildcat swooped out of the corner and quickly disappeared around the corner of the alley.

"Hey, where's my emerald...... "The drunkard found that the emerald in front of him was gone, and looked for it all over the ground with his head down, but he didn't find that on the roof of the building next to the alley, there was a tall black shadow, and a pair of blood-red eyes were staring at him.

"Hey, is it raining? Why is it dripping down on your head!" At this time, the drunk, who was looking for a wild cat with his head down, found that a liquid had fallen on his head, and conditionally reached out and touched it, and it was a sticky mess, and I didn't know what liquid it was.

When he looked up to see what was going on, "Whew!" a huge black shadow rushed towards him.

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