(At the request of some readers, send one more chapter, hehe, almost exhausted......)

"Haha, is this formation so easy to break?" The man laughed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

No one escapes from the forces of nature, and what seems simple is in fact the most complex, and what looks beautiful is in fact the most vicious. This is a universal law in this world, no one can break it, no one can change it.

I mistakenly thought that I was strong enough to disrupt the formation, but I miscalculated, so I was slammed back and once again surrounded by masked men. Although I couldn't see their expressions, those eyes were full of mockery, and the dark fog blessed by Angela had long since lost its effect, and we were exposed to the enemy without any protection.

I wasn't in the mood to think about how to get out, and now the blood vessels in my body seemed to be bursting, and a great pain filled my body, and probably Angela was in a similar situation.

"How? Hyunner? I heard the woman ask without knowing how to refrain from it. Probably asking about the powerful man next to her, I don't know much about their relationship, but I know by feeling that this man is their dominant.

"Don't kill them yet, their strength is beyond our expectations, they should be people with great backgrounds, think of a way to take them with us first, and wait to figure out their relationship with the Xiao family!" Men are obviously more sedate.

The woman didn't seem to think so, muttering: "It's good to kill it, it's so troublesome......"

The man didn't say anything more, turned around and said, "We're leaving, hurry up and pack up!" ”

A small hand secretly held my hand, and I knew that Angela had recovered, so I quickly shook him hard to tell her not to act rashly. It seems that they are leaving, although the current form is very unfavorable to us, but as long as the assistance of the formation is missing, there should be no problem in escaping.

Just get out first, and then slowly ask who this guy called 'Xuan Dao' is. Isn't there a saying in China that "it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge"? Now, it's more important to run away.

"Demon flower, don't talk too much, close the formation, we're going out." Xuan Dao called.

The woman reluctantly agreed, and it turned out to be called 'Demon Flower'. I gently shook Angela's hand and motioned for her to get ready to make a move, which was the best time. "Xiandan, you go and deal with those two blood clans, their combat effectiveness is very strong, maybe they will recover in a short time." Xuan Dao said.

"Okay......" A man approached.

At this moment, the demon flower called, "Xuandao, it's okay!" "I can feel that the world is connected to the outside world, and the formation is canceled. I shook Angela's hand violently, and it was time to do it.

Angela, who had been ready for a long time, waved her hand, "Immortal Bird-Phoenix!" "Because I had prepared for a long time, I didn't even have time to recite the mantra.

Once again, the black firebird flew out of hell. Although there are some differences between the thaumaturgy of the Bloods and the legendary Western magic, there are some basic rules, such as the more damaging the thaumaturgy, the longer the spell. This immortal's spell is the longest spell I've ever heard Angela say, so it's sure to have equal magical effect.

The black firebird was the first to force out of the approaching strings, and then pounced directly on the demon flower that controlled the formation, and the demon flower obviously did not dare to collide with this powerful magic hard-to-hard, so it had to dodge first.

I barely suppressed the churning blood, forcibly jumped up, and fled away with Angela in my arms. The sword tried to stop us, but the black firebird was enough for him, and he just yelled in place. Seeing us escape from his eyes and be powerless, only staring dryly, I can imagine that he was absolutely angry.

After a few miles of rapid running, I finally couldn't support it anymore and fell to the ground. Who knew that he had gone headlong into a hole in the ground, which was dark and swarthy, like a bottomless pit. The last thing I heard was Angela's exclamation. With a loud bang, my world seemed to fall apart...... For the first time after I returned home, I was in a coma......

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The most secretive of the bloods, the Nosferatu. Burdened with an ancient terrible curse. They no longer possessed the form given by God, and the process of becoming vampires forever changed the Nofele race, depriving them of their beauty in the eyes of humans and angels. Abandoned by humans and blood societies, the ugly and terrifying Nofer people were left to live in catacombs, sewers, and other hidden places of the medieval world. Recently, with the rise of cities, some Nofer tribes have ended their life in exile. Despite this, this is not a common occurrence, and most vampires still despise the Nofele people.

The Nofer tribe is cursed with the form. The latent power of the sucking twists them and turns them into out-and-out monsters. The Nofele are excellent sources and intelligence gatherers. Appearance forces them to develop hidden mystical abilities, even where there is a lack of concealment.

These ugly bloods have always only hidden in the sewers of the city and begged for mercy, no one sympathizes with them, everything about them seems to have a mysterious curse, and the ugly appearance keeps them away from human society, this race only exists in its own small space, has a stronger sense of territory, and has never been merciful to 'invaders'.

And I seem to have been very unlucky to run into them.

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When I woke up, I opened my eyes and didn't see the lights or the sun as usual, there was darkness in my eyes, real darkness, not a glimmer of light. A foul smell came to my nose, and a strange ticking sound sounded in my ears, as if some pipe was leaking. Subconsciously, I blessed myself with "Beast Eyes", but, unexpectedly, there was still darkness in front of me, that is, there was not a trace of light in the real sense of the word. Beast eyes are also unlikely to work in this situation.

"Where is this?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

No one answered, and my own hollow voice echoed back and forth in the darkness as if it were a huge cave.

I tried to stretch my hands and feet, and found that my injuries had recovered most of them under the unique constitution of the Bloodline, and my right hand seemed to have touched something, I couldn't be sure, but it was soft, as if it were a human body. After touching it carefully, I found that this person had no body temperature at all and was cold. Suddenly remembered, and quickly groped carefully for a while, only to know that the person lying next to him was Angela. She didn't seem to recover yet, and I took her hand and slowly drained the energy.

While healing Angela's wounds, he thinks about where he is.

Recalling my pre-coma situation, I had a rough idea of which waste well I should be in. But, as if something was not quite right, I looked up to find the mouth of the well, only to realize that I had made a low-level mistake - there could be no waste well here, and there was not a trace of light, which meant that this was a completely enclosed space! Where the hell am I?

Before I knew it, I was already on alert, honed in a long and dangerous life. There was no light, so I had to rely on my body's sensitive senses to explore the environment. Concentrated, I found myself able to sketch out the place in my mind - a gloomy underground sewer with unflowing sewage, and the round walls covered with dirt, with occasional droplets or two of dirty droplets, making a ticking sound.

A trace of discord broke into this world, and I could feel it, it was the breath of an adult blood clan, but I had never come into contact with this kind of blood clan, and I intuitively felt that he might be the kind of Nofele tribe that even Alvin asked. When Alvin introduced me to this type of blood, he said that if they tried to hide their whereabouts, even A, there was no way to find out about their existence, and they would give you a fatal blow in silence. "So, never be an enemy of the Nofele people." These are Alvin's exact words.

I clearly felt that this Nofele was approaching lightly, but he did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts, probably a habit formed over a long period of life.

As he approached us, I noticed Angela's hand move slightly, indicating that she was already conscious, and I quickly squeezed her hand vigorously to signal her not to move. But, as if God was going against me, Angela was in that state of confusion that had just woken up, and when I pinched her hard, she screamed unconsciously.

In this environment, her screams were tantamount to thunder on the ground, and I could clearly feel myself shivering violently, not knowing what was going to happen next. The Bloodclan who had just come in was obviously startled by Angela's scream, but he didn't seem to react violently as I expected, just stopped and didn't make any further moves.

I didn't think the Bloods were a threat, but I didn't like gambling, and Alvin had repeatedly stressed the danger of the Nofele people, so I had no choice but to strike straight ahead on impressions. Preemptive.

Angela's screaming stopped abruptly, as if she realized what she was doing, and seemed to be a little late. I could tell by the strength with which she was holding my hand that she had tensed her nerves. It seems that he is not lightly scared.

The palm I struck out looked like a stone sinking into the sea, without a single message. I completely lost track of the enemy.

Everything around me returned to its original tranquility, I couldn't feel the breath of the intruding blood clan at all, and now I realized my ignorance, I thought that my strength was enough to compete with the gods, but first folded in the ancient Chinese spells, and then trapped in the formation of the corpse chaser, and in the end, I couldn't even feel the whereabouts of the blood clan!

"What is this place?" Angela, apparently unaware of the surrounding situation, asked in a whisper.

"This is the sewers of City A." A hoarse, unfamiliar voice said. Angela was taken aback and quickly shrunk into my arms, not daring to speak again.

"Who the hell are you?" I was in a bad mood and my questioning was vicious.

"I'm ...... Dark Elves ......"

I asked angrily, "What dark elves, did you take them yourself?" "I didn't expect the other party to give me such an answer without any information.

"Yes, no one knows, but, it's a good fit for me." His voice was hoarse, I don't know how he did it, but I just couldn't feel his presence, and it seemed to come from the wall, without any directionality for anyone to refer to. Is this the kind of hiding technique that even Alvin fears?

"What was your name?" Angela asked quietly.

It turned out that she might have been ready for the other party to refuse to answer, but the hoarse voice actually received: "Original? It seems like a long, long time ago, they called me L. ”

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