"Look, that woman Rimbaud is restless again!

"But her figure is really good, if you can, you can still earn it by spending a night with her!"

"You, just you, think so beautifully! Don't look at whether you have the same appearance as someone else! How can that prodigal thing take a fancy to you?"

……

The whispers around reached Night Wind's ears, and there was also a lewd laugh, which made Night Wind's eyes darken a little. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After transforming into a vampire, his physique suddenly increased a lot, including hearing and eyesight, and the whispering voices of the people around him were as clear as shouting to him.

And the woman in front of him, who was called "Rimbaud", seemed to have heard the words of other people, and also enjoyed the gaze of others, proudly straightened her towering chest, raised her eyebrows and threw a wink at the night breeze, licked her lips, and said provocatively.

"Little brother, do you want to go with your sister?"

The woman said as she walked towards the night wind, looking at the night wind's ascetic and cold face, and her eyes jumped with a hot light that was eager to try.

It makes the night breeze feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Giving you a chance, now, get out. ”

Night Wind was wearing a dark red close-fitting robe, outlining golden lace, which looked very noble, and set off his figure extraordinarily slender.

At this time, he glanced at the woman coldly, and seemed to let out a disdainful sneer.

The woman's face stiffened, as if she didn't expect someone to be able not to be tempted by her charm, and she couldn't help but be a little annoyed and angry, and her face approached the night breeze with two points of thin anger, and she had a somewhat aggressive posture.

"Why are you so incomprehensible! Am I not beautiful enough? Or ...... You can't be a man?"

Rimbaud was swept towards Night Wind's lower body with a meaningful gaze, causing Night Wind's face to sink down instantly.

Although he is not good at women and men, it does not mean that he is not good! No man can accept being questioned about his ability.

Night Breeze sneered, and before Rimbaud could react, he was already standing beside her, his slender fingers grabbed her neck, making Rimbaud's face turn pale inch by inch, and he reached out to break Night Wind's hand, but he was not strong at all, and finally gradually lowered his hand.

The last words she heard Nightwind say were—"Since you have to die, no one is to blame." ”

And the cold but evil face of the night breeze was still in her eyes, but it was like a demon.

Night Wind hadn't released her breath before, and she didn't know it all along...... Nightwind is actually a purebred vampire?!

Rimbaud was a little incredulous and unwilling to accept until his death.

You must know that in the world of vampires, the bloodline level is very distinct, if you know that Night Wind is a pure-blooded vampire in the morning, and borrow a hundred dares from Rimbaud, she will not dare to take the initiative to provoke!

Of course, it would be different if the night breeze took the initiative to come to the door.

After all, purebred vampires have absolute authority over hybrid vampires with impure blood, because they have the ability to understand their lives - through bloodlines.

At the same time, pure-blooded vampires are also particularly arrogant because of this, and usually do not 'go with the hypes' of mongrel vampires, so even if they appear in the outer city, they must deliberately open up a path, otherwise, they will also release their own breath to show their presence.

Obviously, Nightwind is not aware of this.

So at the beginning, everyone didn't expect that there would be such a low-key purebred vampire, and Rimbaud would have the courage to provoke the night breeze.

However, looking at the dark creatures that had quickly disappeared in front of him like frightened rabbits since he released that wisp of purebred aura, Night Wind also seemed to vaguely understand that bloodlines might be more important among dark creatures.

Throwing Ranpo's corpse aside in his hand, he took out a handkerchief with a disgusted face and wiped each finger carefully, and after a while, Night Breeze nodded with a little satisfaction.

Just a mongrel vampire, he doesn't want to suck her blood, okay!

Nightwind has also made some discoveries at this time, and since he was transformed into a vampire, his personality seems to be getting a little closer to this clan.

- Cold-blooded, cruel, and ruthless.

For vampires, their long and boring lifespans make them destined from birth not to need to work hard to cultivate in pursuit of a longer lifespan like other races, and this situation similar to "invincible in the world" makes their mentality a little distorted and sick.

So they don't value life -- it's the norm to care about human life or something.

It is precisely because of this that the various ethnic groups have united to restrain them and signed the so-called "Treaty of Friendship and Mutual Assistance" with them, forming a so-called balance on the surface. As for what darkness lies beneath him, he doesn't know.

Aren't the other races jealous of the vampires, don't they want to destroy them?

Of course I do, but it's hard.

They may be able to exterminate the normal, low-level vampires, but they are helpless against most of the high-level purebred vampire groups that occupy the core.

In the same realm, the powers of other races may accidentally be seriously injured and die when fighting with people - of course, this should not appear, or they may fall into some trap or something like when exploring the secret realm and giving themselves a chance to break through, and they will die unexpectedly and never come back.

But for the great powers of the vampire clan.

They are not afraid, unless the blood is drained, or they will be able to rise again in minutes.

Moreover, some of the vampires have the imperial blood, which is the so-called ancestral bloodline. Vampires with this kind of bloodline are actually the real immortals, even if they are sucked dry, they also have special abilities, they can reawaken, as long as there is enough blood, they will be a good man again after eighteen years!

They are not like other vampires, whose bodies dry up after being drained of blood, and then turn to ashes and scatter in the wind, and the real ashes are gone. Of course, there are not many vampires of this kind, but among those top vampires, many of them have or have hidden imperial blood in their bodies.

And, even if it's not a vampire with the emperor's blood, if it's not for the absolute suppression of strength, who will let you suck his blood dry?! So the high-end combat power of the vampire clan is quite intact.

Not to mention when fighting, even if they also explore the secret realm, seek treasures, encounter traps, and are trapped in the secret realm, as long as the blood is not dry, they can also fall into a deep sleep and enter a state of self-protection, if there is the traction of the heirs of the next generation, they can even break through the secret realm and return.

So this is the biggest difference between other races and the vampire race, and why other races are so jealous of it, and even do not hesitate to join forces to suppress it.

Even the night wind has to agree, the vampire clan is really much crazier than him!

People are confident!

Night Wind's mind turned around and left.

However, after he left, Rimbaud had already been drooping and had his neck broken, and seemed to be dead, but after a while, Poland's eyes moved again, as if he was about to wake up again.

At this time, the street that was already empty suddenly had a golden figure emerge from the ground, and suddenly bit the neck of the severely injured Rimbaud, sucking the blood in her body violently!

"Ahh

Rimbaud couldn't help but let out a painful roar, but the voice was extremely weak and weak, and probably because of the night wind stuck in the neck before, some of them hurt their vocal cords, and the voice was a little strange.

But with just a short sound, Rimbaud was really sucked dry of blood, and his whole person turned into ashes, completely disappearing into the world......

And at this time, it was the golden little guy who could see the little golden guy who appeared quickly before, and quickly grabbed the 'fruit of victory' of the night wind, which sucked Rimbaud's blood dry.

- It's a little golden bat!

The little golden bat was the size of an adult man's palm, so small that it was impossible to see how it had sucked all of Ranpo's blood and absorbed it there.

And, at this time, the golden pocket bat looked intoxicated with a face, and it was drunk and turned around twice, burping, and seemed to be very satisfied.

"Hmm...... What a cute little guy......"

The sudden sound of a voice interrupted the self-esteem of the golden pocket bat, causing its figure to pause for a moment, and the next moment it was about to disappear like a golden lightning bolt, but it was grabbed by a pair of slender hands that suddenly stretched out, pinching the small bat wings on both sides.

"What are you running for, I'm not going to eat you!"

The night breeze that went and returned was full of amusement, his eyes were full of fun, and his two fingers pinched one of the wings of the golden pocket bat, making his center of gravity unstable, tilting his body and flapping his wings, and grinning at the night wind.

The night breeze shook the golden pocket bat in his hand, "Little guy, you're good......! It's the first time I've seen it, though it's only the first time I've been in the Bloodline. Okay - so be it - little one......"

The golden pocket bat is very spiritual, and when the night wind appeared, it felt a great sense of crisis, and felt that its bat life was bleak, and it was a little listless and drooping its head, and wanted to flap its wings to maintain the balance of its body, which looked quite funny.

At this time, listening to the words of the night breeze, especially the two "firsts", made him feel a great crisis.

- It seems to have heard something terrible......

So why the hell is it greedy!

The little golden pocket bat is about to die of regret.

If it hadn't been so, it wouldn't have met this abominable vampire, let alone heard anything terrible, and now it wouldn't have been caught by this abominable vampire!

"Hmm...... I said that I seemed to have noticed something hiding here, and it seems that it was you...... It's just a little bat...... Stealth ability is good!Looks like your bloodline level is quite high!That's it, little one-"

"I'll give you two choices - one, follow me, and two, follow me. ”

Night Wind had a friendly smile on his face, but it made the golden pocket bat shake its little bat wings in fear, and then raised the little bat wing on the other side of him with some trembling, as if he wanted to speak.

"That...... Aren't both options the same? Isn't there a third option?"

The night wind smiled more kindly, but it made the golden pocket little bat feel more dangerous, and the little eyes looked at the night wind vigilantly, and some regretted why he had to talk so much before!

In the eyes of the little golden pocket bat, the smile of the night wind is almost like the smile of a demon.

Of course, he didn't know that when Night Wind was a few days ago, his identity was indeed a demon.

"Do you want a third choice? Well, yes, then you can die. ”

Night Wind's words were extremely gentle, and when he spoke, the energy in his hands had already been condensed, so that the golden pocket bat felt a great crisis in an instant, and if it could, it wanted to blow up its hair.

I don't know where the potential suddenly burst out, the golden pocket bat suddenly broke free from the shackles of the night wind and hid to the other side.

"Eh, you actually dodged it, it's just a low-level little guy......"

Night Wind was a little surprised, and muttered softly, but it made the little golden pocket bat almost blacken its face.

"Even if it's a low-level one, the baby's bloodline is not something you can denigrate!"

The little golden pocket bat protested a little unfairly, but in the next moment, when it received the fierce gaze of the night wind, it withered, and looked at him cautiously, with a somewhat frightened look.

"Don't do that...... What is the baby afraid of...... Actually, I want to say, my lord, you are so handsome and chic, smart and handsome, domineering, balabala...... I decided to saddle up the horse for the adults, and definitely be the first dog leg of the adults!"

The little golden pocket bat almost raised four fingers and swore by it.

Night Breeze is indeed a little funny.

I didn't think it before, but I didn't expect this little guy to be so greedy for life and afraid of death.

Originally, the night breeze didn't want to understand people, so he responded to the situation, and opened his mouth like a stream, and did not continue to scare people.

"Oh, well, then you can change into a human form and see, what's your name?"

"Jin Ruonuo. ”

At the moment when the voice of the golden pocket bat fell, a burst of golden light flashed, and a small figure appeared in front of the night wind.