From a long distance, he could smell the tempting smell of blood in the alley, the sweet and sticky smell permeating the air, mellow as if it had been stored in a cellar for a long time, the sun and rain mixed with nature, the scarlet color and the seductive fragrance were intertwined into a delicious feast for the tongue.

He couldn't help but lick the sharp fangs that came out of his mouth, suppressing the ** that kept shouting in his heart.

This taste is much better than the taste of other human blood.

That group of people can be regarded as able to spend money against him, such a meal that is tantamount to a big meal in front of him, and he can still hold back to tempt him.

Tsk, what a bunch of scum who know how to struggle.

He hurried in the direction from which the sweet smell came, and even though he knew it was a trap, it didn't prevent him from settling accounts with the group after he had finished the meal.

The closer he got, the more he could smell the charm of the smell of blood, and the wisps of fragrance went directly into the cracks of the bones, scratching the ground lightly, stimulating his appetite that he had never had for more than a hundred years to the limit.

Even he could feel the beating of the pulse that accompanied the smell, from the beating that had almost stopped at first, to the most vigorous and energetic joy at once.

It's as pure as the arrival of a new life.

Ah, a fresh feast, the allure has reached a new level.

He had just followed the smell to the alley, and the bright red color that could be seen around it as far as his eyes could see showed that the temporary reservoir of sweet blood was now very vigorous.

It's a pity that now they are only a few hundred meters away, and with their vigorous vitality, they can only help him maintain the temperature of the big meal and wait for him to eat.

Thinking about it like this, his mood improved a little, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and his sharp fangs were shining with cold light under the hazy moonlight, raising the already profound and three-dimensional facial features to a higher level.

The Bloodline was originally the darling of the heavens.

The closer he got, the more enticing the smell became, but he suddenly stopped his progress, endured the blood that was almost boiling in his body, and stood on the pointed roof in a daze, looking at the man lying in a small pool of blood below.

No, he's not looking at the person, he's looking at the background behind the person.

A small square of stone bricks, stacked on top of each other to create a beautiful house, with a pointed square door, vertical arch reliefs, from the foot of the wall to the roof, what was originally only a vague mass of color in his eyes, under the embellishment of the person in front of him, became a unique and novel scenery.

He looked away at the other side, but saw only a cloud of color that was indistinguishable from the other.

It was where he stood, the dull dark yellow □□ was still dotted with smoky marks, so ugly and lowly that no noble blood should stand on it.

He snorted away and stood in the only clean spot next to the eaves, but his gaze fell back down, almost greedily at the shapes that were so monotonous and yet impossibly beautiful.

Exactly one thousand three hundred and sixty-four years, it was the first time he had seen a concrete shape since he had fallen asleep from his last holy wound.

Those are no longer monotonous clusters of blurred colors, but are confined to beautiful shapes, filling a small space, satisfying and well-behaved, no longer distorted and blurred before.

It's been a long time since I passed.

He looked at the long-lost shape in front of him, and then looked at the person lying in a small pool of blood, and inexplicably hesitated.

The blood in this container was delicious, but apparently he could see the shape because of her, and after sucking up the blood, these beautiful little things would disappear again.

But this blood is really so charming that he has to hold all his breath to stay awake.

That group of people was really ruthless, and they were able to find his singer, and they lured him over thousands of miles away.

Is this sure that he can't stand the temptation of the singer's blood?

Without these pretty little things, he would have really rushed up to his stomach.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

It's a bit hard to choose.

And just as he was thinking about his decision, he suddenly struggled to sit up on the ground in the small container, the confusion in his eyes flashed, he looked down at his bleeding wound, and simply tore the thin skirt on his body, tied the cut wound, and stopped the bleeding.

The thick smell in the air suddenly loosened a lot after losing its source, not as tempting as before, making him unbearable, and it was difficult for him to choose between two choices.

Even the shape around it, which was controlled by the small container, expanded a lot.

He let go of his breath, greedily feeling the lingering smell in the air, and looked a little more at the small container below.

Tsk, he found that he was thrown in a rudimentary box to bleed, and he woke up so calm, and he really deserved to be his singer, and he didn't shout and lose his face.

A noble bloodline is the one that even chooses the best vessel.

Affirming the value of the container he fancied, when he found that the small container calmly and neatly treated the wound and got up and left, he only hesitated for half a second and simply followed.

Jing Hao simply treated the wound on her wrist, but the person who created the wound obviously wanted her to bleed dry, and the cut wound was deep and numerous, mottled and patched on her arm, and she only reduced the amount of bleeding after treatment, and after a while, the blood that seeped out stained the bandaged cloth red.

She covered her wounds and couldn't help frowning, now the n century of this world is the time when the Western blood clan is the most rampant, although the number of blood hunters is not a few, but the probability of being killed when going out at night is quite high, not to mention that she is now tantamount to a scented mobile blood bank, and she is beckoning to the blood clan.

Again, the location is this kind of small alley.

Jing Hao let go of his hand and stood against the wall for a while, relieving the dizziness caused by ischemia, and the cloth bag hanging on his uninjured arm was gently shaking with the night wind, but because of the light moonlight, even the shadow was hazy.

She closed her eyes and resisted the dizziness that kept coming, and before she opened her eyes, she felt the killing intent rushing to her face, and the cold and ferocious force pounced fiercely, directly against her against the wall, holding her wrists with both hands, and directly put her head up.

The sound of a small inhalation accompanied by the sound of enjoyment was particularly clear in the silent alley.

The person who came was obviously also a blood clan.

A handsome face lifted from her wrist, and □□ naked gaze roamed over Jinghao's body, as if she was choosing the merits of the food before eating, and she nodded with satisfaction.

"Hey, I can't live long like this, how about accompanying me once?" The blood clan in front of him still had the smell of mixed perfume, obviously he had just retreated from a feast, and his whole body was full of the smell of being full of food, and his patience was quite good.

He stepped back a little and loosened his grip on her, and the attack state of his whole body also converged in an instant, and his relaxed state was already sure that the food in front of him could not escape his shackles.

His gaze stayed on Jing Hao's face, revealing a hint of amazement, "Who actually attacked such a beauty, this beautiful face coupled with a pale complexion can be like our kind." He stretched out his hand and slowly slid over Jing Hao's face, and in the blink of an eye, he changed his mind, "How about I transform you?" What a shame it would be to make this beautiful face disappear. ”

Jing Hao suddenly raised her head and smiled at him, her already bright facial features showed a more prosperous style between her smiles, coupled with the weak aura revealed by her body at this time, the two bloods who pierced the extraordinary eyesight couldn't help but tremble.

The beauty is so beautiful that it shines in the dark.

It was this rare distraction, and Jing Hao's subordinates forcefully inserted the thing they were holding into the chest of the blood clan in front of him, and smiled at the unbelievable person, "It's a pity that your face disappeared." ”

"You?"

The Bloodclan looked at the sterling silver dagger in his chest, looked down at the purple blood dripping on the ground, and dared to believe that he had been stabbed by a weak woman who was so pale that she seemed to be dying in the next second.

He was about to pounce, but Jing Hao had already quickly raised the other dagger he was holding in his hand and placed it horizontally in front of him, stood up straight and looked at him coldly, "Even this kind of trick can hurt you, it seems that the others we are ambushing really don't need it at all." ”

She raised her hand and gestured in one direction, her face was not as weak and harmless as before, and her gaze was no different from his, "It's a gain." ”

The moon, which had been lifted from the dark clouds, had restored its former brilliance, and the earth was soaked in the hazy moonlight.

There was a sound of shoes twisting the floor from the place where Jing had just made a gesture, and it seemed that the people who were waiting were a little impatient.

Jing Hao raised his hand and was about to move, but the figure in front of him had lost in an instant.

She took a deep breath and cursed with regret and resentment, and walked towards the place where the noise had just come from, the abandoned factory was so empty that it seemed like the sound was just an illusion.

Jing Hao leaned against the rusty wall, her body that had lost too much blood no longer had the strength to support herself, and she sat down directly on the ground, gasping and putting the silver dagger she had been holding in her hand, and took out a bunch of bits and pieces from the cloth bag she had been holding just now.

In addition to the dagger that was inserted in the blood clan and held in her hand, there were also silver knives and forks, various wooden firewoods, and even some religious symbols.

Seeing that the current blood clan is really rampant, even a girl who lives alone can take out so many things to guard against.

Jing Hao put away his things little by little, and sat trying to wait for his strength to recover first, but he saw a footprint on the ground not far away, only the position of the toe turned around on the ground a few times, and the other foot and the hind ball of the toe were gone.

It was true that no one was helping her just now, because it was not anyone who was helping her.