The people of Oak Street all stepped out into the street and looked at the bright green meteors overhead. They never cared which part of the star map the sky above them was, and although magicians also studied astrology, they were not astronomers after all. Originally, there were no stars to be seen here, but now the meteors are blazing like arrows.

"This is Croto's Needle? a masterpiece of engineering, no, a masterpiece of magic. The silver cloak also looked at the sky, and the light seemed to tear through the canopy and come to them. He had heard a long time ago that pilgrims not only developed magic, but also science, but no one could have imagined that pilgrims would use satellites as a means of transportation, perfectly combining magic and science, this is magic technology, and in this moment, all those who look up to the green light are conquered by this harmonious beauty.

The green arrow-shaped shuttle made a perfect arc in front of Green, hovering in front of Grimm in a way that would make the physicist's jaw drop. It resembles a polished giant glazed pillar, which doesn't quite resemble the broken appearance seen in the forest.

The crystal's casing slid away silently, revealing the delicate mechanical parts within. Grimm had no knowledge of mechanics and knew nothing about the inner workings of such a complex machine, and it was estimated that only Mao or the best magicians would be able to see this unique electronic circuit.

Two suitcases were pushed out of the slots inside, and Green knew what was inside, and through the metal shell, he could feel the breath of his old friend.

He opened the box in front of him, and the long sword wrapped in the sheath automatically ejected, and the silver blade reflected the ghostly light, and everyone present admired the sharpness of the blade. But this sword is not known for its sharpness.

The man-made holy sword, the Persuader, the heirloom of the Bein family, has finally completed this round of reforge, and now it has fused with the legendary Nordic magic sword Grammer, and its power has risen again. How many mythical holy swords and magic swords this holy sword has been reforged into is only known to the Bein family itself. This sword has been tempered by the dedication and sacrifice of the Bein family, and the amount of concepts it can withstand is terrifying.

Green put away another box in full view. Onlookers were speculating about what would be in the box, on the same level as the persuaders.

Green flipped the box, in his hand this box was heavier than the persuader, Lin Moyang's saber once belonged to the man who made the world tremble, and Lin Moyang inherited everything from his hands, responsibilities and equipment are the same.

The two boxes contain the responsibilities that have been passed down, one is the determination of the Bein family to protect the weak, and the other is the unending persistence of the gods and dragons.

Green had been wondering why Lord Bladed Dragon was so obsessed with killing these gods. But the answer had faded into the wind with the man. All that is left is a straight path forward.

"Sorry, we didn't expect this to happen. Green apologized, the smile on his face helpless. At the entrance of the street in the distance, a wizard dressed in black was pushing through the crowd and walked over, and the wizard of the Ministry of Magic finally arrived, although he swallowed it slowly.

"Stop your movements and put your wand where I can see it. As soon as the majestic man appeared, he gave an order.

Lorraine tilted his head, he didn't have a wand on him, and none of his companions would use it.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" the man still ordered, as if his majesty would help him get the effect he wanted if he gave the order. But no one here wanted to listen to his orders, and no one cared about the old authority of a useless and outdated institution. Power is maintained by violence, and that has not changed, the Ministry of Magic is no longer violent, and they are still dreaming of the old days of their own control.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we have more important things to do, so forgive us for not being able to obey your orders. "Green maintains the most basic etiquette, but these people don't deserve respect, if they can be faster, then Green doesn't mind explaining to them kindly, but the movement is so slow, and the attitude is so arrogant, these people are really too much.

Green's tepid attitude made this Ministry of Magic clerk very angry, what is this?

"Is there anything more important than obeying the law?" the black-clad executor sneered, and his men gathered around, as long as there was any movement between the four children, he believed that the elite behind him could disarm these guys in an instant, and they could just use it to make a fuss.

"Yes, is it okay to save the world?" Lorraine smiled, these people were still stubbornly using their wands, not to mention whether they could use their wands as fast as he could shoot, just that string of chanted spells was enough for him to complete dozens of draws. So not only did he not take these confidants of the Ministry of Magic seriously, but he even took a step forward, which can be regarded as a deliberate provocation.

"It's really the opposite, you are obstructing law enforcement, don't think that there is a lawless illegal association of the Round Table Council recently, and you criminals can ignore the law and be lawless!" The black-clothed law enforcer was waiting for this moment, and he spoke generously, as if Green and the others in front of him were unscrupulous bandits who relied on the support of the Round Table Council.

"Illegal association?" Taylor frowned, and the young woman corrected solemnly, "If the Round Table Council is all illegal associations, then what is the Ministry of Magic?"

"The Ministry of Magic is the only official authority! The Council of the Round Table is not recognized by the Ministry of Magic, it was recognized as illegal the other day! The executor said shamelessly, and the surrounding onlookers had already looked at these arrogant and domineering Ministry of Magic personnel with discontented eyes.

"You're still saying that the Round Table Council is illegal? What about you people when the fight broke out just now? Now that the terrorists are gone, what kind of big-tailed wolf are you running out of? Hmm? There are so many outlaws in Oak Street who are wantonly extorting, and you don't care, and now tell me that you are an authority?" A grumpy dwarf squeezed out of the crowd, holding a funny-looking shotgun in his hand, aimed at the Ministry of Magic's executor: "Damn brutes, you better get out of Oak Street for me!"

"You are violently resisting the law! openly confront the sacred laws of the wizards! According to our covenant, we will strip you of your right to do business, speak carefully, dwarves! Otherwise, there will be many empty cells in Tartarus, you lowly non-human race. "The executor is unfazed by such threats, he has the legal backing of wizards, and everything he does is justified.

Green looked at everything in front of him in embarrassment, and he realized how important it was that there was a Sword of Judgment in this world. "Okay, uncle, don't speak for us, we'll be fine. ”

The old dwarf was holding his dragon breath musket, and as soon as he heard that something was wrong here, he had a bad premonition, and he introduced Grimm to him, so that Grimm and the others could see with their own eyes how the Ministry of Magic colluded with this group of thugs, and the original intention was not to let the Ministry of Magic conflict with them.

"The only wrong thing the Round Table Council has done is that they are too merciful to compete with you for power, so that you fat dogs are still working on us commoners! Even the outside is already equal democracy, why do we still let you noble lackeys ride on our heads? Britain has become a mess, and the Round Table Council is exhausted to solve these problems, and what about you? The nobles behind you have done nothing, but they still have to collect taxes from us! Add new dishes to their tables!Did you know that the pilgrims are spending money like a stream of money to settle the mystery of Britain, and this is all money that flows out of the pockets of His Excellency Galahad!Why don't we pay taxes to the Council of the Round Table, but to you people who have done nothing?" another figure stepped out of the crowd, wearing a white chef's hat on his head, which he held in his hand and pointed at the executives.

"It's your duty to pay taxes! We've kept you safe! You should pay taxes!" Seeing that the scene was a little out of control, the executor was also a little strange, wasn't it just four young wizards? Why did so many strange people blow up.

"Damn, druids, you need to help, we have a strong covenant!" Seeing that the situation was not right, the Black Executors wanted to seek the help of the Druids, who are still allies with the Ministry of Magic.

"I'm sorry, I can't help with this, we are indeed allies with you, but again, we are also allies with these four young talents, and we can only remain neutral. This is a dispute between the Ministry of Magic and the Council of the Round Table, of course we have to maintain an objective and impartial neutral position, if you want to force us to take sides, you have to force the entire Druid Council to take sides, to be honest, according to the recent black material that has been revealed by the Ministry of Magic, I don't think the elders will support the Ministry of Magic, so please don't force us, we are already trying to maintain neutrality. The silver cloak said that there was nothing he could do, his words were full of threats, the Druid Council was not a lackey of the Ministry of Magic, why should the people of the Ministry of Magic command them?

"You?" the black-clad executor didn't expect this group of druids to be so unswerving, and he was about to speak, but someone next to him quietly tugged at the corner of his coat, he turned his head in confusion, and one of his subordinates immediately whispered a few words in his ear.

The man's arrogant face instantly turned the color of pig liver,

His gaze kept looking at Green's body, and it seemed that the more he looked at it, he shook it violently, and quickly said: "Forget it, since you are young people, then forgive you once, but remember, not every time you can be so lucky." ”

"Cut, just run away and say it so confidently, it's really strange in the world. Song Ji-so's poisonous tongue sneered a few words, and the man's face immediately became more ugly, but he didn't swell enough to provoke Green, so he could only snort angrily, turn around and quickly leave the scene with his men.

"What a vignette, well, let's not be so rough with our fellow Ministries next time. "Green's family was also very close to the Ministry of Magic before joining the Council of the Round Table, and he had a good impression of the Ministry.

"Cut, it's already torn in the face anyway, I don't know why His Excellency Galahad hasn't done it yet, it's better to eradicate such an organization as soon as possible, so that we can better focus on fighting against the resurgence of the gods. Song Ji-so said puzzled.

"Maybe they have other plans?" Green flicked the Croto Needle, and the green shuttle closed automatically, hovering in the air.

"Let's get out of here, I don't know if there will be a second wave of raids from the Oath-Oathers, we need to move the place quickly. Green said that although he deceived Mercury, but listening to Mercury's words, he seems to have a companion named Apollo, if they are all called each other by the name of the god, this Apollo must also be a strong man at the main god level, and now that the pilgrim is in hand, he is not afraid of the main god level, but he still can't think of a way to deal with the tricky power of faith.

"Let's go back to the real world first, where their divine power will be greatly suppressed, and we can still be considered to fight back, and it will be difficult for them to find us. Taylor said she didn't believe the Oath-Keepers could pinpoint their location in a city.

"Also, let's find a place to stay first, it's late, go to bed early, and pick up Miss Natasha at the station tomorrow. "She brought us the alchemy materials, and tomorrow we can do the Guard's kill process." ”

"It's great, but I didn't expect the pilgrims to be able to gather the materials, they are so rich?" Song Jisoo was shocked by His Excellency Galahad's local tyrants, such precious materials, they also have reserves?

"Although the consumption of pilgrims is very large, His Excellency Galahad always had the habit of preparing strategic materials, and the plague around 1970 caused a serious shortage of alchemical materials for alchemy, and it was also His Excellency Galahad who opened the warehouse and leaked a large part of the supplies into the market. Green explained.

"Let's go, when there are more and more people, it won't be easy to go. ”

The London headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, located on Nijriam Street, the largest wizarding street in the United Kingdom, is like the White House of the wizarding world in its glory, and it is always lit up with dignitaries and powerful wizards.

But at the moment the building has lost its soul, and apart from a few offices on the fifth floor, which are still sporadically lit, the building is dead. The reputation of the Ministry of Magic has fallen to freezing point, and the wizards who live nearby are willing to see this iconic building that represents the Ministry of Magic.

"We've done a lot to prevent ourselves from making mistakes like this, but you'...... You ......" In the top office, Hildrin was roaring at the Transsonic Jewel, who had just been put in the position of minister by the nobles, but he realized that it was a mess, and he himself did not know how to save the once glorious department. The nobles had drained their elites from him, leaving him with a bunch of bastards who were waiting to die, and he wanted to revive the glory of the Ministry of Magic?

But now he didn't have the leisure to care about his anger, and he looked at the magic sandbox in front of him. The sand floats in the air, depicting the outline of a building, and the image of the sand represents the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic.

The silhouette was shaking violently, the sand was shaking and falling downward, and Hildrin understood what that meant, someone was breaking the defensive spell at every corner of the building, invading it with extreme violence.

On a normal day, this behavior is no different from sending people to death, and the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic is always stationed with the elite of the Shadow Cloak, and there are several legendary dark wizard hunters who have been acclaimed in the wizarding world, and the enchantment here is even more impregnable. But that's all the glory of the past, since the scandal broke out, the elite of the Shadow Cloak has been invested in the Round Table Council, and has been taken over by the Round Table Council, and the rest of the Shadow Cloak is a few noble children who have gone in to gild, and there are not enough people to maintain and repair these broken spells, and even the voice of resistance can no longer be heard.

There were screams and broken bones from downstairs, the intruder's methods were extremely cruel and ostentatious, he didn't care if the movement he caused would attract the attention of others, he was just going all the way up, every scream was accompanied by the violent trembling of the building.

Now Hildrin was on the fifth floor of the building, but the intruder was already on the third floor, and the image of the sand had dissipated for the most part, and the entire building's defenses were crumbling.

"But you still haven't learned your lesson, you are obsessed with lying on the cake of power, trying to absorb the honey on it, on the sinking ship, even the rats know to do their part, but the flies don't know, the flies think they can fly, avoid the fate of sinking, but they don't know, they have reached the vast sea, where can he fly with a fly?" A flirtatious voice sounded, and Walter pushed open the door and sat down in front of Hildrin like a ghost dressed in night.

"You're still talking about the cool things! Now that the invaders from nowhere have arrived at our door, I think it must be the hands of the Round Table! You need to help me, or I'll die!" Hildrin crouched on the table, this second-generation bloodline was his last straw, but Walter only blew his nails, this old monster who had lived for thousands of years looked even younger than Hildrin who had recently become ill, and his face was handsome and almost bewitching.

"No, no, no, my good friend, don't you understand? Walter sneered and said something that sent chills down Hildrin's spine.

"Wait...... You still need us! We can help you contain the Council of the Round Table! We are useful, you can't do this to us!" Hildrin got up, he was really scared. This group of Bloods has never been worth trusting, they already understood it when they first made a deal with the Bloods, but they didn't expect the Bloods to fall into the ground at such a time, at least not at this time, now that the Round Table Council has not been resolved, they are going to do something to the Ministry of Magic?

"What do you need? What do you need to do? Do you need to be embarrassed, or do you need you to betray us? What kind of assistance can you provide to the Ministry of Magic, which can't even stop our invasion?

"What? What does this have to do with Galahad?" Hildrin couldn't think of a connection, hadn't Galahad never paid much attention to the Ministry of Magic?

"Aha, no wonder Galahad ended up lending my hand to deal with you, you idiots, how could I cooperate with you?" Walter covered his face and laughed, these people didn't know why they died, and they didn't know how they got to where they are now.

"Well, for the sake of the previous cooperation, my boys, we're cleaning up your senior personnel little by little, and we'll have some time to talk before they're done. Walter glanced at the watch on his wrist and smiled: "Let's start with the Galahad layout." This old adversary had already begun to plot against your Ministry of Magic when the Council of the Round Table first hit our Bloody Council hard, because he was so clever that he must already know that the partnership between the Bloody Council and the Ministry of Magic, although you used a more beautiful way to dump the pot on those substitutes, but he will not be deceived by you so easily. ”

"However, at that time, it was impossible for the Round Table Council to directly turn against the Ministry of Magic, no one would agree to this kind of thing, he couldn't do this kind of thing alone, and the rest of the Round Table Council would not agree to go to war with the Ministry of Magic, so he thought of a way. Although the Bloody Council was badly damaged at that time, the Council of the Round Table still couldn't compete with us and the Ministry of Magic at the same time, so his strategy was to take the initiative to befriend you. There are smart people in the Ministry of Magic, but it's the wine bags behind you who make up your mind, you are the tools of the nobles, who may be good at intrigue and power tricks, but Galahad is the strongest conspirator I've ever met. His schemes are all in your faces, but you have been tricked. Walter cocked his legs, Hildrin was breaking out in a cold sweat, and he could hear the sound of battle as he approached the fifth floor.

"Galahad took the initiative to show goodwill, and the nobles behind you were ecstatic, and they didn't even think to doubt Galahad's motives, because they felt that they were already at the top of the wizarding world, and no matter how strong Galahad was, it was impossible to surpass their achievements, at most they could copy their path to success, and showing favor to the nobles was one of them. They thought that Galahad also wanted to climb up and become one of them, so they courted them, and in fact Galahad did it, and it worked well. The nobles relented and accepted Galahad's overtures, believing that the Round Table Council was a group of people who wanted to reach the same heights as them, and that they could control the Round Table Council well as long as they were restrained by their nobility. So the Ministry of Magic thought that the situation was under its control, and once again made contact with our Blood Council, and I actually took your word for it, thinking that the Council of the Round Table was in control. The Bloody Council went underground and, with your help, began to slowly gather strength. But how could I have overlooked one thing! That old fox from Galahad!"

Walter sneered, but his nails were slowly stretching, and he tapped on the tabletop, which made several shocking holes.

"We thought we were building up strength, but we missed the best chance to annihilate the Round Table. They are in the light, we are in the dark, and both sides are accumulating strength, but the advantage in the light has allowed the power of the Round Table to expand too quickly. During this time, the Council of the Round Table still did not conflict with the Ministry of Magic, and the nobles of the Ministry of Magic still felt that Galahad wanted their recognition. They believe that they determine the rules of the wizarding world, and that they must follow the rules of their game if they want to climb to high positions. But Galahad was just waiting for them to be arrogant, and everything the nobles did would turn into resentment and accumulate in the hearts of ordinary wizards, and every good deed done by the Council of the Round Table would shake the idea that the Ministry of Magic was rooted in the hearts of wizards. Galahad didn't want to climb up according to the rules of the nobles of the Ministry of Magic at all, he wanted to uproot the nobles along with these rules. Walter's claws dug deep into the table, "And your carelessness has made us misestimate the growth rate of the Council of the Round Table, and even more miscalculated the level of ignorance of you bastards! This is a conspiracy! As long as he shows favor to you, you will definitely accept it, because you are used to playing with others with rules and power behind your back, so you will definitely admit Galahad's overtures, and you cannot refuse." But you want to conspire and trick him? Hahahaha, he doesn't even want to deal with you himself. ”

"Walter, listen, we've all been provoked by Galahad, he wants us to fight among themselves, and now that they can't get a hand out of the Round Table Council against the Ministry of Magic, we still have a chance! We're already trying to figure out how to corrupt the reputation of the Round Table Council, those civilian wizards are so ignorant, with a little time, they will trust the Ministry of Magic again. "Hildrin understands that his situation is very dangerous, he is now alone with this second-generation race, he is not a pervert like Fenglong, what can he do to single-handedly fight the second-generation blood race?

"Of course, this is Galahad's provocation, I know, what he wants is for me to cleanse the Ministry of Magic. Walter was unexpectedly calm, he knew that this was what Galahad was for.

"Then we can't let him succeed, we can't let him weaken our power, we've always been a united front! aren't we all close friends who have always shared this world?" Hildrin grabbed a glimmer of life and quickly defended.

"I know, I know. But didn't I say it? My old adversary likes the scheming, the kind of scheme he puts in front of you, you know every step of his plan, and yet you still carry out his plan. Walter looked at the poor man in front of him with pity, "It's like I said that if you don't eat, you'll die, you know it's my plan to let you eat, but you have to eat this meal, because if you don't eat you will really starve to death." It's that simple. Galahad knows that I will not let your Ministry of Magic live, your nobles are too cowardly, they are masters of playing with power, but when it comes to life and death, they are ants who are afraid of death. If the Council of the Round Table and the Ministry of Magic go head-to-head, then in the end the nobles will instruct the Ministry of Magic to sell out the information of our poor Bloods in exchange for their survival. That's why I had to wipe out your Ministry of Magic with my own hands, so that after removing the siblings of the nobles, the transmission of contradictions between the Round Table Council and the nobles would disappear, and the Round Table Council would not find them. In fact, the nobles want you to die, but after all, you are their mouthpiece and tool, and if they want to cut off their arms, this group of humans can't do it. So the best outcome is for our Bloody Council to do it. Galahad knew this, so he didn't bother with you at all, because we would definitely get rid of you. ”

Hildrin was silent, and Gallahad accurately calculated the character of each side of the game, and deduced all the results with precision. It all seemed so natural, so natural that they didn't even realize it was Galahad's plan.

"What a genius, even I, the Bloodline, have to wonder what kind of face he has under his mask. What kind of monster can play such a chess game?" Walter shook his head helplessly: "We all think of ourselves as chess players, but this guy is not in the chess game at all, the chess players are just dropping pieces according to his plan, and the chess players actually think that they are playing with him?"

"He doesn't seem to have a plan, but when you find out about his plan, you have to follow his plan, it's funny, it's funny! It's the first time I've encountered such a monster in thousands of years. If I had the chance, I would have turned him into my heir with my blood!No! Such a man deserves to be transformed by the ancestors himself! I would like him to be my sibling! I would like him to be my sibling! I am not as good as a scheming!" Walter laughed, this arrogant blood, who had devised countless poisonous schemes over the course of thousands of years, designed the fall of the Roman Empire, the death of Attila the Hunn, and the whole history of Europe was once his chessboard, in which he easily swung kings and heroes around, staging epic scenes. But when the person he thought he thought was an opponent, someone who could play with him, appeared, he actually reached out and grabbed him and put him on the chessboard.

"You're kidding, how could he be so godly, it's just an excuse for you to want to kill us!" Hildrin was desperate, the Bloods were already dancing like a madman, and it was clear that Walter was really devastated, but his anger at being teased could not be vented on Galahad, but only on him.

"Galahad, I don't believe he's human...... Wise people always have their own logic and way of thinking, some people are good at analysis, find loopholes to crack, some people like desperate gambling, with wild plans to fight for survival in a desperate situation, and some people like to deceive, with wrong information to guide opponents, in my life, I have seen all kinds of wise men, their strategies are not wonderful, but they all have their own style. This man doesn't, and his layout is not influenced by style, not by character, not even by his body as a human being. It took him nearly 80 years to clear the Ministry of Magic, and no short-lived human would take such a long time to carry out a layout, because short-lived life is your weakness! No one ignores their weakness layout, but he did. He even put himself on the chessboard...... "The more Walter thought about it, the more terrifying he felt this old enemy, his body trembled slightly, he had been secretly happy about the appearance of such an opponent before, and even set a plan to use his life to survive Galahad's death, although it was a shame, but he still used his advantage to fight Galahad. Now it seems that he was very wrong, Galahad didn't care about the length of his life, and he didn't care how much time his layout would take, which is often something Walter didn't think about.

Hildrin wanted to say something, but he couldn't say any more, and just as Walter was talking, the Bloodline didn't forget to stab his stretched nails into Hildring's heart, and Hildring's pupils trembled a few times and went out. Walter pulled out his nails and licked the blood from them, his blood pupils glowing blood-red, and Hildrin was controlled by the blood in his body, so even though his heart was opened, the blood still didn't spill out.

Human blood is always so sweet, blood full of greed, blood full of ignorance, these are the taste of human beings. But what will your blood taste like, my old adversary, Galahad, will it be as sweet as a god? Walter let go of his bosom, and Hildring's body fell to the ground, losing control of his blood pupils, and his blood immediately gushed out, staining the floor bright red.

The door was opened again, and the strong smell of blood wafted in. Kubas was covered in blood, this werewolf had appeared as a prototype, his eyes showed excitement, and killing was the best entertainment for him.

"How's it going?" asked Kubas, blowing on the clotted blood clots on his fingernails.

"It's all settled, and Pred is searching for any fish that have slipped through the net. Kubas's mouth was covered with blood, and the werewolf gasped for breath in contentment.

"Don't leave a mouth alive. Walter looked at the flesh hell in front of him, his longing was still burning, but the thought of Galahad made him hold back his bloodthirsty desire to satisfy himself with the man's blood!

"Father, all the work has been settled, but I found something interesting in the basement here, and I hope you will be able to check it out. "Pred's majestic body appeared at the top of the stairs, and he was also covered in blood, and the black demon wings were covered in blood.

Like a chicken, Pred carried a small figure to Walter, a beautiful angel-like girl wearing a thin white floral dress, but now her clothes and body were covered in blood.

"Very beautiful girl, reminds me of Lily, what's wrong? Lost Lily, do you want another sister?" asked Walter, the girl was pretty, but that wasn't what they should be concerned about.

"No, father, when I was exploring this girl's memory, I found that her memory was very empty, she should have been brainwashed many times, so her memory and sanity were very unclear, but among her memory fragments, there was a human named Lin Moyang. Prade smiled playfully, which was why he hadn't sucked the girl dry, who was no longer a pure virgin, but still a seductive girl.

"Interesting!" Walter couldn't help but applaud, probably Galahad didn't expect such a drama! After all, Galahad couldn't count such a detail.

"Bring her back! I will transform her myself! No, if she has anything to do with Lin Moyang, we will prevent her from having a situation like Silver Wind! I will ask the First Ancestor for the blood of the First Generation! She will become my youngest sister, the second generation of the most loyal to the First Ancestor!" Walter sneered, "That Bladed Dragon is dead, I don't believe that the current Bladed Dragon can lift the curse of the Second Generation!"

In a hotel in China, Liliel is sleeping peacefully. Human sleep is different from the sleep of the Bloods, who can relieve their hunger and thirst, but when they wake up again, the hunger and thirst will accumulate and explode together, but the human sleep will make people feel energetic when they wake up the next day. Liliel was holding a huge life-length pillow in her arms, the cup had already been lifted to her side, and she rubbed the pillow with her face in a daze, while saying a dream word: "Sueyang...... I like it...... Take a kiss...... It's so cute...... One more kiss...... "I don't know what kind of scene is in the dream."

But suddenly, Liliel slammed out of bed, her happy, confused face covered with horror and sweat, and she got up from her bed, stepping barefoot on the floor, and rushed straight to the window of her room, which she looked in a certain direction in the night sky with a serious expression.

Just now, a strong sense broke through the suppression of the layers of seals in her body, causing her to wake up. This was the blood induction of the blood clan, which was originally blocked by the seal, but this time the induction was so strong that even if she was in China, she felt a tingling pain. This can only mean one thing, the Ancestor was briefly awakened, no, it should not be awakened, because that Ancestor was the original vampire, and his power itself was equivalent to the first demon in the world, which was the power of the real gods. The Ancestor had only gone from deep sleep to shallow sleep for a moment, but it was enough to make Liliel uneasy. This means that her father doesn't know what bad things he has done.