Bright red, blood red, vermilion, Yin Hong, amber, if you want to add a little before the word 'red', there are countless choices after all, as for the final choice of bytes, it largely depends on the subjective inclination of the parties.

The transparent cup, which was originally the most suitable partner was brandy, delicate and luxurious, which can match the drinking party of the upper class and the jade fingers of a lady.

Chen Ziqiang held the cup, and there was only less than a mouthful of liquid in the cup.

The liquid was red, and in his eyes this red should be a red, just like a girl who first met people, and her face naturally showed red after drinking a glass or two of wine.

It is intoxicating, more than wine, and people only want to hold it in the palm of their hand, and then worry about whether the temperature of the palm will evaporate and melt.

Chen Ziqiang looked at this thrilling beauty, and selfishly did not share it with anyone.

He also did not dare to share it with others.

Because this is a special honor given to him by the True Ancestor.

"Thank you, True Ancestor. ”

The talent belonging to the blood clan told him what it was the first time he smelled this liquid, and that talent urged him all the time to drink it all and not leave a drop, and it was already extremely difficult for him to endure until Brother Sunglasses left.

According to the ancient etiquette of worshipping the void, Chen Ziqiang raised his head and drank the liquid in the cup, and as the liquid entered, two blushes rose on his face.

Like a teenager drunk, like a girl shy, like a patient who has been sick in bed for a long time smells the breath of Su Sheng.

This is the blood of the True Ancestor, and it can bring great benefits to any bloodline other than the True Ancestor—even if it's just a mouthful or a drop.

"Smack!"

The vehicle carrying the blood of the true ancestor was only made of colored glass, and when Chen Ziqiang's cheeks were red, this cup finished its short but glorious life.

Fall to the ground and turn into debris.

"Ah......h

Chen Ziqiang groaned, his body suddenly floated out of thin air, and his soul drifted out of his body.

As if he were hallucinating, Chen Ziqiang found that at this moment he could see his body from the perspective of a third person, and then his perspective began to drift and shift.

His perspective passed through the wall.

He watched as the 'newborns' in the transformation chamber woke up one by one, driven by artificially fuelled hunger and vampire nature, and their eyes began to converge on their former kind.

Some people have already begun to act, others are still bound by the morals or life rules of the past, but as countless pale red gases enter the hidden pipes of the transformation chamber, they soon pierce their fangs into the human skin, and begin to suck and grab greedily.

Humans who have been injected with an adequate amount of narcant are unable to resist, or even unaware that their lives are coming to an end.

What a perfect batch of prey, what a perfect feeding, and at the same time, a perfect relay.

If the people they bite and suck do not lose all their blood in this feast, they will become blood when they wake up again.

Today, it is not just about 80 'newborns' who will be born here, but more than 800.

The 'birth rate' of the Bloodline has always been very low, because for the average Bloodline, only adults will have the ability to exert the 'First Possession', and for the Bloodline, one or two hundred years old can only be called a teenager.

Only the Bloodline spawned through special transformation methods can have the ability to transform ordinary people into Bloodlines at a 'infancy'.

However, these bloodlines spawned by special means are not accepted by most orthodox bloods, and similarly, they do not have the strength of orthodox bloods, nor do they have the vitality of orthodox bloodlines that can be revived with only brains or hearts.

They are a degraded version of the Bloodline, but the degraded version also has the advantage of a degraded version.

First, they're cheap enough.

Second, although they were also afraid of the sun, they were not afraid of silver.

Third, they are well controlled.

Fourth, holy water doesn't work for them at all.

Compared to the title of 'Blood Clan', 'Blood Slave' is more suitable for them, but unfortunately, the name of 'Blood Slave' has long been detained on another group of people who specialize in providing blood food for the Blood Clan, so they are still called 'Blood Clan' or 'Vampire' for the time being.

Chen Ziqiang's perspective lingered in the transformation chamber for about fifty or sixty seconds before continuing to drift outward.

He saw the brethren, weakened by the conversion ceremony, placed in special recovery chambers, their bodies flooded with a reddish liquid.

He saw the tired and uneasy faces of the staff in charge of the process.

He saw a few nobles swaggering in the corridor, chic and freehand.

He quickly drifted to the edge of the level, and then naturally passed through the last wall that blocked him.

"Whew!"

He saw the eyes that had been absent for many years, and then he was beaten back in an instant.

"Plop!"

Chen Ziqiang fell from mid-air and fell to the ground without rumbling, and the whole person was in a zigzag shape.

He quickly got up, and wiped his face with two lines of transparent unknown liquid at some point.

It's tears.

He was in tears.

As a Bloodliner, he thought he wouldn't have a chance to shed tears again.

But today, what he thought was impossible has actually happened.

He clutched his tears tightly and remained silent for a long time.

"Soon, soon. ”

Inexplicable words, no one can understand.

It's like no one can tell whether the glint in his eyes is gratitude or ambition.

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In a sense, Qi Fa's words shouted after the death of the Cangmu Snake Monarch were not useless.

Mo Xie knew that the wine in front of him had been poisoned.

The poison was inflicted by the girl who had poured him wine before, and the provider of the poison was the 'Living Hua Tuo' sitting in front of him.

He also knew that the food on this table was all passive without exception, and all the people who did it were within his perception.

If he wanted to, he could catch them all in minutes.

But he didn't.

Poisoning and plotting prove that these people are more or less concerned about their own lives and are willing to fight for it. If they didn't show even the slightest resistance, Mo Xie would have worried about whether they would dig a big hole somewhere he couldn't see, and then trick him into jumping down.

There are ways to deal with people who spare their lives.

"Smack. ”

Mo Xie took a picture of the mobile phone that had been with him for months on the dinner table.

"Brother Hua Tuo, there is a recording here that I think should be played before dinner, what do you think?"