Had a dream, a long dream.

In dreams, there are times in the past, black and white or color, and there are also strange magic.

When you wake up from a dream, you can't tell whether it's a dream or a wake-up, and you can't tell who you are.

"Am I Xiao Ming, or am I Blood Emperor Moro?" a man in the dark room curled up on the edge of the bed, wrapped his head in a pillow, and muttered uncontrollably.

"Click. ”

The door to the dark room was opened, and a group of people walked in.

"It stinks. Emily commented bluntly about the smell in the darkroom, the air mixed with the smell of sweat, shoes, blood, and some unspeakable rancid smell was simply suffocating. It should be said that it is fortunate that the Bloods can not breathe, otherwise most of them would have been killed by the smell the moment the door was opened.

"Well, that's him, it's been 24 days since he was discovered, and we've seen him gradually transform from the inside out, and if nothing else, he'll be a pure blood in two or three days. Hundred Balls commanded two heavily armed nurses to lift the boy from the ground and remove the pillow that the boy had grabbed in his hand, revealing the boy's strange black and gold head.

"You see, there is no trace of the 'First Embrace' on his body, and the transformation factor of the Bloodline cannot be stored at all after leaving the living fangs of the Bloodline, if this is not the case of some mad scientist who is idle, then there is only one answer. Skillfully tearing the boy's clothes to shreds—the boy slept soundly after the nurses gave him a stitch in the neck—and he showed every part of the boy's body to Lawrence and the others.

"Are you saying that he was born with a Blood—no, he must have been possessed by the spirit of some great Blood Ancestor?" Lawrence quickly grasped what the Hundred Balls meant.

"That's right, and according to recent observations and collected information, this young man should be possessed by a blood ancestor named 'Moro'. "Hundred-ball Ball.

"Okay, I see. Lawrence said, turning to look at Sith and Emily, "Do you understand what to do?"

"I kind of understand what the phrase 'the Bloods need you' means......" the Sith smiled nonchalantly, "I see. ”

"I thought it was a thing, this kind of work was not difficult at all, but why didn't you say it earlier? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

“…… Hurry up, where is all this nonsense?" several bruises erupted in Lawrence's head.

"Yo, Lord Lawrence can still break out bruises? We only have half a packet of blood a day lately, so it seems that Lord Lawrence has time to add food to himself?" Emily continued, and Lawrence quickly took out a large packet of blood and stuffed it into Emily's mouth.

Emily, who had received the benefits, quickly sat down on the edge of the bed.

The boy was placed on the bed, and Emily grabbed one of the boy's hands, and the two palms were interlocked with their fingers.

Blue light spilled through the fingers they held together, and Sith stepped forward to take Emily's other hand, red light bursting from the palms of the two men.

"Daywalkers? I didn't expect to see a living Daywalker one day. With only the whites of his eyes left in his eyes, he spoke suddenly, but neither his voice nor his tone was the usual one.

"Tsk, what a weak Daywalker, oh, you cannon fodder are even weaker than Daywalker......" Sith didn't understand, his head turned horizontally an astonishing one hundred and eighty degrees, and he scanned the room while commenting, until his eyes fell on Jack before he said two good words, "Diana's descendant? ”

"Do you know Diana, what generation are you?" Lawrence motioned for silence as he stepped forward alone to speak to the Sith, or rather, the other soul in the Sith at this time.

"Disgusting complexion, has the Bloodline degenerated to such a point now?Diana's descendants! Come here!" the Sith didn't even look at Lawrence, a disgusted expression on his face.

Lawrence stepped back playfully, and Jack took his place.

"Not bad, not bad...... This kind of frost talent is Diana's stunt during her lifetime...... Boy, what age is it, how did the Bloods get to where they are today?" asked the Sith.

"Senior, the age of the gods has passed, and it doesn't matter what year it is. The land where the Bloods have come to this day is all thanks to the Oriental Monks, do you remember that great battle?" said Jack.

"The Great War, what the Great War, have we fought with the monks of the East? I don't remember it. All I remember is a time when our Bloodline reigned supreme over the land...... The 12 elders take turns in government...... That glorious ......" the Sith's tone was full of remembrance, but then turned to anger, "Is that stupid guy from Ghana screwed up? How could the monks of the East be able to outmaneuver the warriors of the Bloods? It must be Ghana that stupid turtle egg! Buried the entire empire alive! He was so stupid that he didn't know to wake up all the sleeping elders to help!"

The Sith's emotions gradually became excited, so excited that his whole body trembled, and the creaking sound of tooth-aching bones resounded from him, and he saw that his head was about to turn another hundred and eighty degrees ......!

"Connect! Disconnect!" Emily decisively withdrew her ability, and Sith fell to the ground with a bang, and everyone in the room looked at me and I looked at you for a while.

"Garner is the last true ancestor recorded in the clan, one of the twelve elders of ancient times, and legend has it that when the terrible war came, the twelve elders all went to the disaster one by one, except for Ghana. Lawrence said.

"So this 'Moro' is indeed one of the Twelve Ancient Elders?" asked Jack.

"I'm not sure yet, and while he seems to know a lot of the secrets of the clan, I think it will take some time to look carefully and cautiously before I can draw conclusions. Lawrence said, "After personally experiencing the earth-shattering strength and eloquence of Lin Ming True Ancestor, I don't think that the cultivators of 10,000 years ago could really have a one-sided battle against our clan, unless ......"

Lawrence didn't say any more, and there weren't many people in the room who could guess what he hadn't said, only Jack answered: "Then let's observe for a few more days...... But are you sure you want to observe here? This is the Heavens, the Empire, and the Interior. ”

"Don't worry, the Heavenly Dynasty has already been buried with countless chess pieces by our clan, and there were cultivators in the past, and these small means are meaningless. Now that the strong among the cultivators are gone, and the weak are too busy to take care of themselves, it's time for these chess pieces to play their due role. "We're safe here, and we'll be even safer in the future." ”