Branded Yin, a silver-haired vampire, was destined to be the lowest vampire from birth. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The name info was given by Fanzhuo. Not a vampire name because he doesn't deserve it.

He grew up following Kurosawa as his subordinate. And the same kind of sympathy, he has a very good relationship with Kurosawa.

He was full of longing for Fanzhuo, and as a leader, he did not give up his son because he was born silver-haired. On the contrary, he is even more serious to Kurosawa than the white-haired Assame.

He hated Assameh, the white-haired man who was born in a position of authority. If he can lead the vampires to glory like Lord Vander, then he will follow the Kurosawa in submission to Assame. But that white-haired vampire completely wasted his noble bloodline, blindly opposing Lord Fanzhuo and blindly approaching humans.

"He's less worthy of being a vampire than we silver-haired." Branding Yin said.

"Did Kurosawa make you do this?"

The gray-haired vampire, with his fangs bared, gritted his teeth, kicked the bound brand Yin down.

Here it is...... By the way, the matter was exposed, and he was arrested. Yan Yin was kicked in the chest, and the feeling of suffocation made him cough violently.

Without saying a word, Yan Yin looked at the only person sitting in the chair present, dressed in black, but with significant white hair, and his deep red eyes were very cold and ruthless.

Fan Zhuo's gaze was not on him, his eyes looked upward, a little hollow. As if he had figured something out, his pupils flashed with a strange light, and he regained his expression. Turned his gaze back on Brand Yin, and Brand Yin, who had been staring at him just now, lowered his head the moment he looked at each other.

Seeing that Fan Zhuo didn't speak, the other vampires surrounding Yin didn't dare to do anything, and waited quietly, but they were all staring at Yin Yin viciously, such a humble vampire, but they killed so many of their kind.

Fan Zhuo's eyes drooped slightly, as if he was dozing off. His gaze swept up and down at Yan Yin, who did not dare to look at him, and he always emphasized that his life was in his own hands, and he would not protect his shortcomings like those simple-minded wolf clans.

However, he did not allow civil strife.

"What do you have to say?" Plainly looking at the eyes of the brand, thanks to Haidt, he usually knows the actions of his two sons, the life of the younger son is extremely boring, and the eldest son's thoughts are extremely boring.

This sentence, as if he had already sentenced to death for Xuan Yin, was waiting for him to say his last words. The strong pressure pressed his not weak heart, swallowed his saliva, and the Adam's apple squirmed slightly up and down. Even the vampires surrounding him couldn't help but tremble.

"This thing...... It's not about the young master. Because of Fan Zhuo's powerful aura, he was motionless, his back was already covered with sweat, and his hands were tied behind his back, but he didn't dare to do anything at all.

It was as if his heart was being played with by a hideous palm, and the sharp fingertips gently crossed the spleen, without scars but terrifying.

After waiting for a while, after Yan Yin finished saying this, it seemed that there was no follow-up.

Is it? Quite faithful.

"Who's involved?" With his eyes closed, his fingers crossed, and he looked light.

"......" gritted his teeth, and Yan Yin frowned, closed his eyes and twisted his head to the side.

Without hearing an answer, Fan Zhuo slowly opened his eyes that shimmered red. The next moment, the gray-haired vampire who received the order grinned and smiled cruelly.

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Belmode stood in the doorway of his little nest, his hand on the doorknob, silent. Every time she returned to this place, she would maintain this action for ten minutes.

I was fully prepared in my heart, if he opened the door this time and he was gone, then he would not be there.

After reading this sentence a dozen times, she gently pressed the doorknob and pushed it open. There was suddenly a hint of fear on her beautiful face, only others had always been afraid of her, and even in front of that person, she had never lost her temper so much.

Zhu Yeqing really, damn it.

Carrying the plastic bag in his hand, he walked into the room.

She paused at the door, the plastic bag fell silently, a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but the tip of her nose felt inexplicably bitter.

Obviously she was mentally prepared, but when she really saw the lonely handcuffs on the bed, a sense of loss came over her, almost filling her entire chest.

Forget the bag that fell to the ground, the bread that spilled. She slowly walked into the empty room, sat down, stroked the mattress that was not soft, and the flirtatious but gentle words seemed to still be in her ears.

There was a piece of paper under the pillow, and his slender fingers gently picked it up, what did he leave for her? Obviously shouldn't be expecting.

'Vermouth, you shouldn't be emotional. ’

In an instant, the paper was crumpled into a ball, crushing the heartless words. It has always been her Belmode who is ruthless to others, where to get his turn. The nails sank into the flesh of the palms, and the pale green eyes buried a painful look, covering a thick layer of heart haze.

Fifty years ago, I shouldn't have known you, and you really make me sad......

The lonely moon hung in the gray and black sky, surrounded by stars, but none of them could get close to the crescent moon, it looked proud and lonely.

In the alley, lilac bathrobes streaked through the air, and men flew leisurely on the night road like golden butterflies on their clothes. His two hands still had crimson strangulation marks, and the expression on the man's face was not relaxed.

"Zhu Yeqing, you shouldn't be sincere."

Muttering to himself, he stopped, bowed deeply to the man in front of him, and faced the man with a charming smile.

The white-haired middle-aged man lowered his eyes and smiled, patted his inappropriate beachwear, and pressed the knuckles of his fingers loudly with fists with both hands.

"Enough fun? Come back well, get ready, it's time to act. ”