The second watch arrived, the dark horse begged for a few recommendation votes, I'm too tired these days, ask for sympathy!

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North of London, Little George Chapel.

It is a very old church, after the Great Fire of London in 1666, in which 86 churches were burned down throughout London, 56 of which were later rebuilt along with St Paul's Church.

The Chapel of George Petit also experienced that fire, and it was not completely burned down, but it was not rebuilt either, because it was originally a very small church, and it has survived hundreds of years of weathering and weathering, and it still retains that face.

Between the ruins, a small three-story building stands on the ground, which looks like it could collapse at any moment, but it is surrounded by thick hazelnut trees, and the leaves are green, making this small church look unique.

There is no one here to worship for a long time, and the government has never considered converting it into a park or anything, and some small periodicals and magazines have reported that the reason for this is because a rich man bought it back, and the government department is unwilling to disclose who the rich man is.

At this time, it was the darkness before dawn, and the whole small building was immersed in a dead silence, only a glimmer of light on the balcony on the third floor, faint at any time, but like a strong pillar of light, straight up to the sky.

Behind the light stood an old man, his body as thin as wood, his black robe draped over his body as if hanging on a bamboo pole, dancing wantonly in the wind.

The old man sometimes looked up at Big Ben on the Thames in the distance, now called Elizabeth Tower, and sometimes looked down at the bright light, although his body was as immobile as a mountain, but the frequency of looking up and bowing his head still showed his nervousness.

Standing behind him were four extremely beautiful people, judging by their faces. They all seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but the deep eyes and the sagacity on their faces showed that they were definitely not hairy young men.

"My esteemed father, what are you melancholy?" Seeing that the old man kept raising his head and bowing his head, a beautiful man asked softly, his appearance was dignified, but his voice was extremely soft.

"Guess what I saw inside the Well of the Full Moon?" The old man asked in a voice that almost trembled.

"What? Isn't that my dear mother? The four extremely beautiful men looked at each other for a moment, and one of them asked with a frown. The Well of the Full Moon is actually a piece of jade pendant, a very capable vampire who fused mind reading into the Moon Stone a long time ago to refine it, vampires can read other people's memories, but they can't read themselves, but the Well of the Full Moon allows them to do it.

As long as it is taken outside, whether it is sunny or rainy, it is absorbing the moonlight to read anyone's memory, including vampires.

This old man's name is Lud Carbinson, the patriarch of the Lud family, and the grandfather of Lud Shabolai, who was killed by Liu Yi earlier. He was very affectionate to his wife, but her wife only wanted to be an ordinary person and did not want to be a vampire, so she died very early. But he misses her day and night, although he only remembers her appearance clearly in his heart, he always uses the well of the full moon to show her appearance to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

This upset many in the family, including his three sons, and his eldest grandson, Ludsiphalu, the four behind him.

The Well of the Full Moon is one of the most precious vampire treasures in the world so far, and the old man didn't want to use it to grow his family, so he actually used it to relieve lovesickness.

Although old Loude's "lack of progress" caused dissatisfaction among many people in the clan. But no one dared to show it to their faces, because old Loud was the most powerful vampire in the clan.

"It was her, but she said something today that I had forgotten for a long time, she said. Ordinary people are as good as ordinary people, and the strong must pay the price for being strong! Old Lud sighed, and felt a faint pain in his heart, although a vampire like him could not cultivate soul power like the royal family in later generations, and then be proficient in various abilities, including powerful foresight, but he could also premonition some things, but it was not specific enough. …,

Hearing this, the four people behind him all had curvatures on the corners of their mouths, and their hearts were full of disdain. The old man is that set of theories all day long, to hide his strength. Don't swagger, or you'll pay the price. After all, the family and even the entire vampire world are not mature enough, to be precise, it is just a little budding.

The young man is strong in blood and is bent on being strong, so he naturally will not buy the old man's account.

Soon, however, the four of them came to a deep understanding of the elder's wisdom, and a little black-robed man walked up to the third floor, whispered a little in the ear of old Loude's eldest son, Ludwagru, and then quickly retreated.

"Something happened to Shabo, right? There was a sadness in the bell tonight, and I knew something was going to happen! When Old Loud saw that Waglou's face had changed drastically, he knew that it was Waglou's arrogant and domineering child who had an accident.

"Dear Father, I ask the family to wash London in blood and avenge poor Sabo!" Vagru strode forward and bowed.

"Sifa Road, go find out what's going on? Remember, you are only allowed to find out who your opponent is, and you are not allowed to act without permission, otherwise the family law will deal with it! Old Lourdes ignored Wagru, and after giving a word to his eldest grandson, Siphalus, he walked slowly back to the house.

If his four children were willing to look at him more, they would surely find that although his words were flat, there were already tears on his cheeks, and his old Loude's descendants only had Siphalu and Shabolai, and now one of them died, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, can he not be sad?

It's just that Wagru said that he will take revenge on London in blood, although old Lud is old, but he is not confused, although the vampires have strong personal ability, but the number is too small, can they stop the mechanical troops? Can you stop the missile?

And tonight's movement in London is not big, Sha Bolai, whose ability has always been praised by the family, was killed, and ordinary people can't kill him at all, so it can be seen that the opponent is not ordinary, let's find out this first! Bloodbath in London, that's what only a brainless person would say.

Siphalu glanced sympathetically at Wagru, and then he disappeared into the woods and disappeared into the night.

Let's say that Liu Yi received a text message from Xiaoyu and knew that she and Xiao Tang Yao went to the pirate bar to play because they couldn't sleep, so he went straight to the pirate bar.

As soon as I entered the house, I heard the sound of laughter.

Xiao Yu and Xiao Tang Yao were surrounded by a group of black and white people in the corner of the bar, and the bar owner, Big Golden Tooth, was nervously talking about something, as if he was making peace, and as if he was pleading for two beautiful Oriental girls.

Looking at the dozen or so black and white people, all of them were scratching their heads, the wine bottles in their hands were shaking, the wine was flying, and they were constantly splashing on the tables and chairs around them, and even on the bodies of Xiaoyu and Xiao Tang Yao in the middle, the two little girls had a scared look.

Bang bang bang!

Seeing this, Liu Yi picked up all the wine bottles on the table nearby, and smashed them all on the skulls of those people, and suddenly there were screams and screams, glass slag flying everywhere, and wine splashing. (To be continued.) )