The knife at his waist penetrated a few more points under the master's control, piercing the skin, and the warm blood was exposed to the cold air, shivering helplessly.

Jing Hao took the mobile phone handed over, felt the sight waiting for her to dial, and suppressed a huge fear in his expression, but he still had to make a fearless appearance, like a flower fluttering in the wind, and a stronger wind could bend its waist, "But he doesn't have a phone." ”

She looked up in the rearview mirror and looked at the person behind her, "He never needed that, and he didn't need it." ”

She looked at the only pair of eyes that showed in the rearview mirror, completely affirmed the conjecture in her heart, insisted on the stubborn expression on her face, it was completely awe-inspiring, and she didn't even open her mouth to plead, and after explaining, she didn't try to say anything more, but the hand holding the steering wheel was blue and white fingertips.

The blade on his waist relaxed after a moment's pause, and a sneer was heard from the man, "That's right, even if you don't tell him, he can come to the door himself." ”

He snatched Jinghao's mobile phone and threw it out the window, directing her to drive out of the underground parking lot.

After turning around, Jing Hao looked at the destination that was gradually becoming clear in front of him, looked at the few people who leaned out to check the situation around him, and the few non-humans who were in an unstoppable posture in the distance, and completely confirmed the conjecture in his heart.

She slowed down and glanced at the person behind her in the rearview mirror, the stubbornness in her eyes never faded, "You are the man with the big hat who followed me before." ”

Her tone was firm, the man in the back seat was stunned for a moment, but his eyes were slowly smiling, he reached out and tore off his disguise, and by the way, he took back the knife against her waist, took the lead in opening the door and got out of the car and walked to her door, gentlemanly helped her open the door, and also helped her protect the door.

"Why should such a smart and beautiful girl be with something like that, you are simply wasting yourself." He stopped Jing Hao from getting out of the car, and reached out to press accurately on the wound she had just stopped bleeding from, and his index finger circled around it.

"Why don't you consider joining us and cleaning up all these threats to our kind." He curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, obviously confident enough in his charm.

"It's better to be in the company of justice than to be in love with evil," he said, wrapping his arms around Jing Hao's waist, and the sound of air hovering in her ears as he spoke, "You should go back to the embrace where you belong." ”

Jing Hao broke off the hand he wrapped around his waist, and looked at the few blood clans standing in the distance, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more mocking, "This is what you are talking about being in the company of justice?" ”

She sneered, like Lancet's usual haughty and disdainful look, "If that's what you call justice, then please don't insult the word." ”

"Whether it's for justice or profit, you know it all too well in your own heart," Jing turned his head and looked at him, unconcealing the disdain in his eyes, "I used to show weakness and curry favor when I couldn't beat him, but now that I have designed a trap and want to kill all people, do you really think that you can do whatever you want?" ”

The man standing next to the car had a cold face, but the words of rebuttal paused in his mouth, and he glanced at the few blood clans standing behind him who were watching from afar, and reached out to hold Jing Hao's wrist tightly, and continued to tighten his strength, dragging her towards that side.

"It doesn't matter who you cooperate with, the important thing is that I'm not the only one who wants him to die," he glanced at the few blood clans standing in the distance, and the smile on the corner of his mouth revealed a bit of hidden ruthlessness, "What's more, cooperation is because there are common interests, and there is no ...... after that."

He stopped what he was about to say and changed to another subject, "If it weren't for the chance meeting of you last time, I wouldn't have known that the famous Prince of Randster would have had such a close past with a fragile human. ”

He looked Jing Hao up and down, as if he was weighing her value, and finally even nodded with satisfaction, "It is said that since he sobered up a few years ago, in addition to suppressing the radical blood clan, he has done everything else in three minutes, and he will get tired of it in less than a day, but since I first met you, he has stayed by your side for far more than a month." ”

He led Jing Hao step by step towards the steps, probably satisfied with her obedience, and finally loosened some strength on the wrist that had been clenched, so that the already white place welcomed the returning blood.

"A few of the adults who have been given special care by Prince Rincester, but they can't wait to meet you and see what kind of charm this human can keep Prince Rincher as enthusiastic as he does when he suppresses the radicals."

As he spoke, he moved his hand to her waist again, pressed it on the wound that had solidified again, hesitated for a while, and then let go, but instead pushed her the back, pushing her directly in front of the waiting Bloods.

Jing Hao staggered a few steps to stand firm, and before she could look up, she heard a voice of gnashing teeth, "It's you." ”

The voice sounded a little familiar, Jing Hao raised his head, and under the hideous expression, he saw another acquaintance.

It's not an acquaintance, but the other party is the first blood clan she met when she lost a lot of blood, and almost died under his fangs, so naturally she has more impressions of him.

Jing Hao looked at his face that was forcibly strangling her, his eyes wandered around his chest, and he pulled out a slight smile, "I didn't expect to see you here, I wonder if you can bring the dagger you gave you before?" ”

She looked around and then stopped at him, "Maybe that's nothing to you, but a sterling silver dagger isn't cheap to me." ”

She was smiling all the time when she spoke, and her already beautiful and dazzling facial features became more and more frightened under the embellishment of the smile, and the two small pear vortices that the corners of her mouth were moved by Lancet were also presented under the smile, like two shallow springs, full of aura, jumping and lively.

Hearing her words and daggers, the look on the face of the blood clan was even more ugly, and the figure was about to step forward and choke her throat as soon as he moved.

It's just that no matter how fast he moved, he was ended up in the cradle at the beginning, and before he even had time to take another look, the huge force exerted on his hand directly lifted him out, hit the wall behind him, and bounced off the ground and couldn't move anymore.

The sudden appearance of Lancet stood in front of Jing Hao, wrapped her in his protective circle, and put on a completely protective posture, his arrogant and disdainful gaze swept over the several blood clans in front of him and the blood hunters who leaned out of hiding in all directions, and then turned back to the blood clan in front of him, with only a sarcastic smile on his cold and handsome face.

"After spending such a large amount of time for me, is there enough money in Elder Nick's pocket?"

He glanced at the elder's face, although his face would not change after becoming a blood clan, and could even be optimized a few points, but in the final analysis, it still had a lot to do with his original appearance, and the named elder in front of him was obviously a little below the average level.

Lancet sighed and shook his head regretfully, "Elder Nick has been busy tossing and turning recently, and he hasn't learned about the market, and he has made money recently by his face, a ...... like you."

He shook his head again, silent as if he was lamenting sentimentality.

And because of his words, Elder Nick, who had a lot of eyes on his face, tried his best to maintain the expression on his face, staring at the person in front of him who knew the truth and was still talking about the wind and cold, so angry that the green tendons on his forehead were jumping suddenly.

In the last holy war, the blood clan was still defeated because of heavy losses, and the huge loss of materials and manpower made the blood clan consume a lot, and Ranster, who had always been the main support for money, fell into a deep sleep after the holy war, putting the blood clan with strict losses into an even more embarrassing situation.

The scarcity of material conditions for nearly a thousand years has directly promoted the radicals who advocate the occupation of the human world, and even in Elder Nick's view, in another hundred years, this proposition will become a reality and become a direct driving force for the prosperity of the blood clan.

And all of this qiē became phantoms after Lenster woke up.

The Bloods, who had never liked restraint and hated war, immediately returned to the conservative camp after Lancet woke up, and the radicals immediately became the suppressed side in the entire Bloodline's world.

And the reason why Lancet, who has the same bad temper and patience, and who is still arrogant, can have great prestige among the blood clan, in addition to his strength enough to crush everyone and his identity as the only three-generation blood clan, the rest is his unique and jealous natural ability.

Turning stones into gold.

With his support, the original blood clan returned to their previous lives, while the radicals, who had long been on the opposite side, were put in the most helpless situation.

The Bloodline has endless life, not endless wealth.

The original indulgent profligacy is just a foil to the wolf bèi who is now struggling.

What's more, now that the identity of the blood clan is embarrassing and disgraceful, even if someone envies their eternal life, they will not trade with them with the possibility of being spurned by everyone.

Even if they want to, even if they dare, how can they be sure that they will not suck up their blood when they are transformed, and greedily take everything from them.

The last road was blocked, and the radicals couldn't wait to use endless conspiracies to kill Lancet.

Without him, they would have been possible.

Elder Nick turned around for a moment, and finally his gaze stayed on Jing Hao, who was blocked by Lancet, and sensitively grasped the smell of blood that had long dried up in the air, and pulled out a few meaningful smiles, "As long as you are worth enough money, Prince, it will be enough." ”

His hand, hidden under the same wide robe, made a slight movement, and in the blink of an eye, several Bloods standing behind him pounced in unison, all aiming at Jing Hao, who was being protected by him.