The history professor's affirmation made the students' noisy voices subside, and only Jiayi stiffened her neck and blushed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's ridiculous! Professor, this bastard is denying the gods! Jiayi shouted unwillingly, his eyes, nose, and mouth were almost crowded together.

"I think Mr. Jiayi should understand that wizards have nothing to do with gods." The history professor glared at Jiayi, and the Alaskan theory had already made the history professor think that it was correct, so he naturally subjectively rejected the opposing opinions.

Alaska came to the professor's office after class, and Putz was still very sad to lie on the desk and write a review, but Alaska was pulled by the enthusiastic history professor to discuss.

"We can write ..... like this" The professor's knowledge has gone through so much that Alaska has only provided a small notch and a key, and in ten minutes he has sprinkled many lines of dark green handwriting with a quill.

"Let's go to class first, Alaska, I found that your little brain is really different." The history professor pulled Alaska out of his office, as if Alaska were his beloved student and his proud disciple.

As a result, after Alaska finished his last class of the afternoon, he was reading his manuscript in the office of a history professor who, as if trying to train Alaska, opened up a lot of books to him. There is no lack of literature on this prohibition for students and insufficient authority.

Of course, Potts was not far away with a sullen face, writing a review. He's pathetic!

Alaska looked around curiously, the professor was immersed in the history of the twenty-eight (the history books of the wizarding world) and couldn't pay attention to him, the young boy just wanted to fool the past, he didn't have much of the heart to look at history.

Who knew that he picked up a roll of sheepskin from the ground at random, and spread it out to record the affairs of the blood clan. Alaska instantly became short of breath, what does it look like to be able to make Plato go down to his bloodline?

The young boy flipped the yellowed sheepskin scroll with his white jade palm, untied the cowhide rope, and the lines of awkward words revealed their ancient true colors.

The Bloods are nobles in the night, possessing immortal youth and beauty, and according to ancient records, the ancestors of the Bloods were originally humans, and were beloved believers by the first good being in Heavenly Mountain. But one day it changed, and the ancestor of the blood clan thought that he had gained enough strength to challenge the existence of good deeds, and good deeds did not kill him, maybe because he wanted him to repent, who knows?

Since then, the descendants of this man have had immortal youth and beauty, and in return - Mother Earth will resent them for not allowing them to taste the fragrance of the earth, the Father of the Sea will refuse them so that they cannot touch the pure water, and the sun will harm them and turn them to ashes in the sun.

This is the Bloodline! The nobles of the night, whose long history has made them possess great magic, and whose immortal punishment has made them full of hatred for the world. It stands to reason that such a race would not know how to compromise, but Alaska has seen a title many times in the parchment scrolls - the great and benevolent King of the Bloods!

Is it the Bloodline that Plato regrets? Yes, he was the only one who could stop the crazy Bloods from creating a compromise that everyone would accept, but what had happened to make it happen.

Alaska frowned delicately and read the following words.

"The Bloods possess a special and unique Bloodline magic, and they are able to draw power from the blood of their enemies and sublimate into something terrifying. The special blood will greatly increase their strength, but the bloodline that loses the blood will gradually weaken, because good deeds will make them know how to eliminate jealousy. ”

This passage was so inexplicable that Alaska was confused, and he looked down impatiently.