The dark clan who was kicked hard, this is the spirit, and he has sobered up a lot, although the place where he was kicked hurts badly, and the place where his leg is broken hurts even more. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But in this case, how can he cry out in pain, unless he really wants to die.

It was to endure the abnormal restlessness in his body, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, thinking about the problem of white hair and big waves, and carefully recalling his state and feelings just now.

"I, I just now, I didn't know what was wrong with me just now, I just craved blood very much, I couldn't help but want to drink it, I felt like I would die if I couldn't drink it, I would go crazy!"

The Dark Clan didn't know what he was going to say, but he really didn't know what to say, because he really didn't understand what he was thinking, and he didn't understand what was going on just now.

He said with a flustered expression: "Later, after I drank the blood, I was completely unconscious, otherwise." Otherwise, I wouldn't have almost killed myself!"

The Dark Clan said and looked at the big waves of white hair in fear, hoping that the other party would believe his words and give him a way out.

"And what's wrong with your body now?" the white-haired big wave asked.

When the Dark Clan heard him ask, they felt their bodies a little confused, and tried to run the evil qi in their bodies, but it was normal and there was no difference.

So he shook his head: "There is nothing unusual about my body, at least for the time being, I don't feel anything abnormal. ”

Hearing him say this, the white-haired big wave looked at Sari, and then I had to ask him for his opinion and see what he decided.

"Take it with you. Sari looked at the big waves of white hair and spoke.

The dark clan immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and thanked Dade for constantly kowtowing to Sari: "Thank you, thank you for the great demon king's grace not to kill, thank you for letting me live." ”

"Let's go. The white-haired big wave spoke.

The dark clan didn't dare to delay time, for fear that the white-haired big wave would be impatient, so he hurriedly got up from the ground, and left here with the white-haired big wave, leaving the place where the demon stayed.

The white-haired big waves, of course, did not put the dark clan back, but took him to a hidden room and locked him up.

The Dark Clan, who was suddenly locked up, looked at the locked iron door, and was afraid and uneasy to lie on the iron door, through the iron window on the door, plucked up his courage, and asked the white-haired big waves: "That, that adult, why are you locking me up?"

If you feel that you may die, anyone else will have courage, and you will also muster up the courage to ask whether you can live or die.

The white-haired big wavy eyes looked at the dark clan coldly, without a trace of sympathy on his face, and said: "You stay here honestly, as long as you are obedient, you will not die." ”

The rare big wave of gray hair said so much to him and gave him a reassurance.

This made the Dark Clan almost cry with joy, but before he could cry, the white-haired Big Wave had already left, and this Dark Clan didn't want to cry with joy, because what he didn't understand now was why he was locked up, what the hell was this white-haired Big Wave and the Great Demon King going to do.

What can you do with such an insignificant soldier as yourself?

The Dark Clan turned around and slid to the ground against the iron door, trying to think about why he was favored by the Great Demon King, and he was not stupid, so he quickly thought of it.

If he hadn't been frightened, he wouldn't have to think about why he was valued, he would definitely be able to figure it out at once.

What he experienced after meeting the Great Demon King is what the Great Demon King values and what he knows.

Thinking about the blood, the dark clan couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, and then he almost collapsed and covered his head and said, "How can this be!

As he was collapsing, the door next to his ass suddenly opened a small opening, and a bottle came in through the small opening.

And the bright red liquid in the bottle is obviously blood, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Even if he drank it until his stomach almost exploded just now, he still couldn't hold back when he saw the blood now, and wanted to drink it.

As he thought, his hand reached for the vial of blood, and the small open hole closed again.

When his hand was about to touch the bottle, he trembled, stopped his hand again, grabbed his hand with his other hand, pulled it back, and pressed his hands fiercely.

Don't let yourself touch the bottle of blood, the whole person is tangled and restrained is about to collapse.

In the end, he ran to the opposite side of the door with a frenzied shout, and nestled in the corner of the wall, holding himself tightly and making himself motionless.

Even closed his eyes, his face was distorted, his face was folded, he buried his head in pain, and kept saying to himself: "Don't look, don't look, don't think, don't think......"

While he was in such pain, the big waves of gray hair were in the room next to him, looking at the monitor, watching his every move.

Seeing this, I pressed a button on the table in front of the monitor.

As he pressed the button, the ceiling of the dark clan's room suddenly opened from the middle to both sides, and it was not enough to open, and it was pouring blood.

smashed the dark clan nested in the corner of the wall in a daze, and looked up at the blood that fell down.

His mouth grew unconsciously, and there was no longer a little brightness in his eyes, and at this moment he was already like ashes, because judging from all kinds of signs, he would definitely not be finished if he was not tossed out of anything by these blood, or if he was not tossed to death.

In that case, the Dark Clan thought with a crazy smile.

He got up from the corner of the wall and came to the middle of the house, in that case, what else did he have to endure and restrain himself, and since he wanted to drink, he drank it and died in this pleasure.

The roof was closed again, and the Darkr licked his lips, then ran to the door, picked up the smashed bottle of blood, unscrewed the lid, and looked up.

The white-haired big wave watched his performance with satisfaction, and on his monitor, there was not only that one Dark Clan, but also five, a total of six.

The six Dark Clans, including men, women, and demonic beasts, are now all covered in blood, or continue to drink frantically, and a few of them are stupid and stay there without moving.

And what the white-haired big waves have to do is to keep providing them with blood, and see what will happen to them in the end, and what kind of moths are humans doing there?