"I'm going to want a vampire. When the silver badge was placed on the platen, the bearded man who was registering slowly raised his head and opened his mouth wide: "Fred? ”

The distraught guide paused for a moment and subconsciously covered his lips: "Campei? Why are you here? ”

"Today it's my brother's turn to 'sit on the stage', he has something to go out, and I'm here - what's wrong with your lips?" Campei's mountain-like body was aggrieved behind the registration table, and his round eyes widened to scrutinize Fred, who had always been calm and powerful. A hint of red appeared on Fred's fair face, and he calmly said vaguely, "It's nothing, I'm leaving." ”

"Hey, wait, what did you just say you were going to register?"

"No," Fred looked at what was being registered in Campey's hand, "no, I didn't say that." ”

Campey was stunned for a moment, and his huge palm suddenly slapped the table hard, "You're with that little sentry?!" ”

The entire Hunters' Guild fell silent, and countless eyes were cast on Fred. I don't know how many sentinels coveted the one and only guide, but Fred never showed any inclination towards anyone, and even in the end, everyone believed that he was unmarried, or even a guy who wasn't in love.

Fred's face darkened.

"How about we go have a drink in the evening?" Fred smiled gently.

Campey quickly closed his mouth. The last time Fred threw them all down, Campey woke up lying on the floor outside the bar, and all the passers-by surrounded them and laughed at their ugliness.

Fred glared at Campey coldly, and left the guild arrogantly, and Campey grabbed Trari beside him: "Oh my God! I smell the smell of another sentry on him! ”

Campey was a powerful sentinel, and his five senses may not be as sharp, but they were enough to smell the scent of a sentinel on a guide who usually only exuded a light and gentle guide.

— and Fred's lip was bitten. The redness and swelling are very attractive.

The "ruined" look is too obvious, it must be a very powerful sentry.

Cui Li's heart was about to stop, and the gossip cells all over his body were burning. He grabbed Campey hard and said, "Guess what I saw yesterday?" Fred! Wear that little sentry's cape! ”

Campey swallowed. Fred was by the little sentinel who looked like he was just a big kid?

Their Volkswagen **Fred ...... Picked up by a new little hunter.

-

Fred regretted this move for the hundredth and fiftieth time when he left the Hunters' Guild. The damn vampire licked underneath him after it was enough, and it did make all the wounds close quickly, but the subtle tingling sensation almost made Fred hack the other man to death eighty times. And the other party didn't lick his lips again.

Fred put his finger on his lower lip, thinking viciously to himself: that guy had better pray that he wouldn't be found by himself, that he could break off his teeth one by one, and hang his fangs around his neck as trophies.

Fred was never one to admit compromise and soon began to search for traces of the other party.

It's just that Fred felt extremely unbearable that the cunning ACLLA didn't leave a bite mark on his body that was large enough to be examined, and he couldn't register the other party through the bite mark. Even more unable to use saliva - the other party's saliva has already been swallowed by him.

Fred suddenly realized the other party's subconscious vigilance and the reason why he didn't bite him directly. Kental sucked blood through his tongue and lips, and all the evidence was left in Fred's mouth, mixed with Fred's own saliva, and it was impossible to collect evidence at all.

In fact, there was nothing more useful than the semen that the ACHLA had left in his body, but it was clear that the powerful and self-respecting Fred would not have bothered to explain to the people at the institute how he had gotten it.

Fred clenched his fists and sneered. There are many ways to track down an unidentified vampire, and it's just a newborn ACLLA, who is supposed to be a chlde (baby). However, during the initial pursuit of him, Fred keenly spotted the traces of the Prince, a vampire of the Prince's first possession will have stronger abilities than low-level vampires, and the latter's highly experienced behavior makes him understand that this newborn vampire may have been prepared for too long to become a truly qualified vampire, and he has the ability and means, just like the other Aclas that Fred hunts. But so what? Fred thought to himself that he had a hundred ways to make the other party understand that a vampire hunter was not easy to mess with.

-

Newborn chldes are usually led by their sres (elders) to meet ifate, but there are many poor creatures who are not treated like this, and they are first embraced by some low-level vampires who have lost their minds, and even the sres themselves have no experience. These vampires will eventually become aarch (rebels). And Giacco is an alternative. He was not cared for by the SRE, but he was already a vampire above the rank of prince at the "first birth".

He has a lot of "seniority".

Giacco bought a ticket and got on a subway. The city's underground is dotted with traffic in all directions, as well as a wide range of vampires. They will have fun at night**, prey on the underground, and consume the blood of the entire city.

No matter how high-level vampires are, they won't live in a "castle" of their own, that's an old story, the emperor ** team has long inspected and looted all the castles with large targets, and the current territory of the vampires is mixed with the entire human society. They have their own identity and status in society, often far from the clergy, with Giaco being another exception.

He left with the silver box given to him by the church, and he wrapped a layer of calfskin around it to make it look like an ordinary suitcase. He wore a large cloak and a wide-brimmed hat on his head, and his silver-white hair was tightly tied back and tucked into the hat.

He sat on the subway, and in a place full of the smell of food, he looked like a young gentleman who had just entered society.

The people on both sides of him looked at him with curious eyes.

"Traveling, little one?" The man on the right, who was reading the newspaper, asked with interest the young man with red lips and white teeth next to him.

Giako raised his head and looked at him, his light-colored eyes looking at each other seriously, making the man a little overwhelmed.

She has a good figure, her blood vessels are thickened by long-term exercise, and she is not over thirty years old, although she is not a woman, but she may taste unexpectedly good.

Jaco couldn't help but think of Fred. The other side has well-defined abs and pectorals, soft lips and soft caves, and open-ended blood vessels......

Jaco swallowed.

"Yes, on a trip." The vampire took aim at his own dinner.

-

Fred has mapped out several large areas of the currently known vampire lords' territories. Each church is independent of these areas in the middle. Kental had just been away for two days, he couldn't go far, he needed to find his sre (elders) and get blood to maintain his sanity, so the territory on the northwest edge was ruled out by Fred first. Originally, ifate was in this city, and the territory of the other party would definitely not be too far away, if in this city, those hunters who didn't think much of it would have told him about Kental's whereabouts, obviously Kental was out of the city now.

Vampires like humans, they like to blend in with humans, in the most prosperous places. Fred circled the nearest commercial centers and pasted a long roll of maps to the wall of his room.

As soon as Kental bites someone, he will immediately know what the other party's route is. Fred is a hunter and Kental is a vampire, and Fred knows everything to track Kental.

Kenthal is very vigilant in biting, he can control himself even when he loses his mind, and he does not use his fangs to penetrate deep into the skin of his prey, and from a macro point of view, as long as the number of ischemic people in any area increases, Kental must be in that place. Before finding his elders, he will need more and more blood until he loses his mind and completely bites a few people to death.

Fred pulled out his silver crate and sorted out some of his clothes and stuffed them into the crate, replacing the few vampire bones and fangs he had collected. Those were Fred's past trophies, and almost all of them in his collection were above the Marquis.

When Fred saw the vampire's skull without fangs at his head, he suddenly stopped. The way Kental obtained the fangs was too coincidental. A vampire with just the right amount and a **** with just the right ...... As soon as the hapless vampire is caught, no one will ever re-verify that it was not the vampire who bit the girl—how obvious it is.

But what if Kental used a little trick? He sucked the girl's blood, leaving two bloody holes in the other's neck, and he pulled out the fangs of the vampire for the dead ghost and handed them to the priest with the trophies, and there was no further evidence that he had done it. At most, the tooth holes on the girl's body were registered as traces of the teeth of a dead vampire, and he used them to erase his existence......

In the vampire's register, the tooth hole belonged to only a dead vampire.

Fred immediately put down the box he was packing and hurried to the church.

-

Giacco was walking in the hallway of the hotel, clinging to the man. He used the man's name when he registered the house, and the woman sitting at the table looked at them a**. Such a small inn is never opened for serious guests, and people who come here do not need to register their documents and do not need to leave any information about them. These hotels only provide guests with lubricant and condoms.

If it weren't for the fact that he was unfamiliar with the place and worried about being discovered by the vampire hunters in this city, Giacco wouldn't have to do anything more. Now he could only console himself that it was about to be dawn, and that he could rest in this inn all day and come out again in the evening.

What's more, he came back with a delicious prey.

Giacco was so expectant of this meal that as soon as he entered the room, he pressed the other person against the back of the door.

The man was taken aback, then laughed, and kneaded the boy's firm and straight ass with his big hands. He didn't expect this little guy to look serious and ascetic, and he was so enthusiastic as soon as he closed the door. Giaco ignored the other man's dishonest hand, he sniffed the smell of the other party's blood through his skin, and licked the man's Adam's apple with dissatisfaction—not the refreshing smell of Fred's body.

His little leopard gently jumped out of his robe and landed on the ground, jumping up with a hunter's laziness and lying there licking his paws.

- But it doesn't matter, Giaco comforted himself, it was a good meal anyway, he couldn't ask for five stars for everything.

Giaco, the vampire who was on the go, did enough foreplay, and pulled a needle out of his robe when the man who had almost stripped himself couldn't wait to take off Giac's clothes. The man paused: "What is this?" ”

Giako's lips were close to the man's ear and he said softly, "A little thing that makes you happy......"

When the needle was plunged into the man's neck, the other party did not refuse, and the man's hand action of kneading Giako's ** part immediately became rough, Giaco was unmoved, and when the injection was finished, he began to draw blood gently. His movements didn't arouse the man's slightest alarm—his abilities began to work. The man rubbed Giako rudely and tried to peel off his clothes, but Giacco just licked his lips and said, "Go to the bathroom." ”

Erase the evidence.

-

"Father." In the bright moonlight, Fred knocked softly on the priest's door. The priest, who was about to get up not long ago, rubbed his eyes and hurriedly put on the round glasses that were set aside aside: "Oh...... Oh, my God...... What's the matter—Fred? ”

The priest came out in his dressing gown and saw Fred dressed outside.

"I'd like to see the fangs that the new hunters have gotten."

"Oh, okay...... What's wrong? You know these are their precious keepsake...... It's all good memories of them...... "The priest said as he walked towards the storeroom, "and the fangs you got back in the day are here." ”

The priest opened the door to the pantry and counted the shelves in the last row with many spaces. "What do you want to see?"

"I'd like to see the fangs that Kental got his hands on." Fred said.

The priest looked at him with some curiosity for a moment: "You know what, I heard something recently......"

The priest searched for Kenthal's name and said, "...... I've always been in favor of you looking for a partner, but I guess Kental is a little too young......"

Fred's forehead erupted

"Of course he's a great sentinel, and he's a great hunter...... Ah, found it. ”

Fred took the fanged bottle.

"I'll be back in two hours." Fred put the bottle in his pocket.

The priest was dumbfounded: "Fred—I mean...... Although it makes a lot of sense...... But you can try to spend something ......."

Fred has already left.

Fred made it to the room where the girl had lived as fast as he could. Because of the attack by the vampires, the girl's window was fenced with iron, and the servants slept downstairs. But this is not a problem for Fred. He crept into the girl's room and took out the two fangs, contrasting them with the cavities that the girl had already exposed after the gauze had been removed.

- Sure enough, the cavity and the tooth don't match. Kental bit the girl.

"Who are you?" The sound of the girl who opened her eyes made Fred freeze for a moment. He took out his badge with a blank face, indicating that he was a hunter.

"You're a vampire hunter?" The girl's somewhat panicked eyes were then filled with broken light, "Is the one who saved me that day the same way?" Do you know him? I want to thank him...... I ......" The girl's face turned red rapidly in the moonlight.

Fred grinned and gritted a bite of silver teeth.

-

Giako sat down in the bathtub to his heart's content, his pale skin almost blending into the bathtub, his lips reddening after a full meal, and his cheeks flushed a little from the steaming heat. His little leopard lay drowsy on top of his head, its tail wagging at the back of his head. On the cold floor tiles on the side lay a man wearing only four corners**, the man seemed to be dreaming something, his face was flushed, and he was still laughing with his eyes closed.