Just as some of the nobles of these blood clans gathered behind Clark and made eye contact from time to time, Clark glared back at them fiercely, and everyone was silent for a moment.

It's just that no matter how high Clark's prestige as a prince is, he can't control people shit and fart, let alone all kinds of thoughts.

Except for a few of these high-level nobles, most of them survived the great change, almost overnight, all the higher-level bloodlines in the blood clan who can make decisions were sealed, and now only two Aaron and Clark have been made, one is a duke and a prince, for this, the blood clan has also paid an extremely heavy price, and today's human beings are no longer slaves driven by their enslavement in the Dark Ages, but a powerful race that really has the strength to threaten their survival.

Maybe those nobles who are greedy for pleasure are just willing to be an ostrich with their heads buried in their heads, ignoring the world and being willing to be rice worms, but André and Morris are the best among them, even Avril, a wanderer without a noble title, and the reason why mainstream human politicians allow a prince to be awakened is only because there is some ulterior motive.

But now Clark has brought this mysterious sarcophagus from the East, what is in this sarcophagus, they can already vaguely guess some in their hearts, especially the S liquid sent by Bruce, although it is used to treat cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, but within the blood clan, this thing has another extremely important role, that is, it is used to quickly recover physical trauma, and can even play a role in regenerating limbs, maybe the gene is slightly wrong, This makes the drug play a completely different role in two seemingly identical organisms.

It is precisely because of the medicinal properties of this drug that Andre and Morris are a little surprised, and then look at the other marquis or earls, either they don't care, as if everything has nothing to do with them, and it is also said that the title of the blood clan is not arbitrarily sealed, and only Aaron, the second goods, will arbitrarily grant the title when no one is available, and this kind of promised title is not recognized by most nobles, just a false name.

So no matter what the situation is, there will be no change in their aristocratic status, and there is still no problem when they should eat and drink, open and kick in the open air, or even open naked.

This indifferent expression occupies the majority, and only a very small part of them will show fanaticism, and this part is usually not very happy, or the excluded have no power, they are all the kind of inheritors who have no ability, obviously they hope for a miracle, and then a god reversal.

As for those with a melancholy face, not far from Andre, a middle-aged man whose skin was deliberately tanned to wheat and whose beard was also extremely neatly trimmed trembled slightly, obviously not frowning because he was forced to endure it.

This person Andre knows, and has only had a few encounters, is the Earl Justin in South Africa, is a gentleman with a very gentle personality, and he is also a philosopher, the relationship between life and the world has indeed attracted a lot of attention in the philosophical community, and in this era, it is not easy to achieve something in the philosophical world.

Justin, who was obviously more rational, also thought of something, nodded slightly when he looked at Andre, and then a pair of blue eyes were full of melancholy, so melancholy that it made people sad.

Suddenly, the human-shaped bronze coffin in the glass tank suddenly shook violently, and the surface of the liquid suddenly jumped like a needle-tip wheat thread, and the water filament was so dense that it jumped up half a meter high and then fell, without any water waves, it looked full of weirdness.

Every ten minutes, he would jump like this, and he had been jumping for more than an hour, and the bronze coffin trembled slightly, as if a thin slit had been cracked, and the extremely thin and extremely thin slit was invisible to the naked eye, and only Clarke, who had a keen sense, noticed the anomaly.

But then there was no movement, Clark waved his hand, and the rest of the s liquid was poured in, but there was still no movement, the undying Clark waited for two days, he waited here and didn't leave, and others could only accompany him, especially those blood nobles who had an indifferent attitude, if it weren't for the identity of Prince Clark, I was afraid that I would have yawned and left for a long time, if it was Morris waiting for the Marquis, I was afraid that he would have broken up a long time ago, where would he have waited until now.

Clark's fists clenched and unfurled, released and clenched, and behind him, no matter how prominent the nobles were usually pretending to be deaf and dumb, rubbing quietly under their feet, as far away as possible from Prince Clark, although in the legend Prince Clark was a moderate, but the more mild, the more manic the rage, who knows what will happen in the end.

Sure enough, they were all fine guys, and Clark was as they expected, and suddenly became angry, and the one closest to him, the unlucky guy who was about to speculate, was grabbed by Clarke's neck, and his faces were almost pasted together, and the unlucky guy could almost clearly see Clark's eyes that had become like rubies, but these eyes, which were once peaceful and pleasant, were now full of violent atmosphere.

"Why not, tell me, why not!" Clark roared against the other man's head.

The unlucky guy roared angrily in his heart, where does Lao Tzu know why it can't work, Lao Tzu is here to join in the fun.

It's a pity that he will never have a chance to shout again, there was a crunch sound at his neck, and then the skin and flesh collapsed tightly, followed by the tendons and tendons ruptured, and a good head was forcibly removed from the neck, no matter how strong the vitality of the blood clan was, it would be the same death if the head was removed.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp, and stepped back in unison, Morris's old-fashioned old face flashed a touch of resentment, and he was about to go against the current to speak outright, but the cuffs were tightened, and he was tightly pulled by Andre, they are not just the relationship between superiors and subordinates, they are also old friends for many years, and they know what each other means with a little look.

Andre shook his head slightly, and then pulled Maurice very hard, even pulling his sleeve to a creak, Maurice turned his head to look at André with angry eyes, and his old-fashioned and shriveled old face was full of anger.

But Andre didn't use it, his eyes were staring at Morris tightly, Morris could see what he wanted to express from his eyes, they were friends, old friends for many years, he couldn't bear to watch Morris go to death, Clark at this time had no reason to talk about it at all.

Andre dragged him a few times a little harder, and Morris retreated with a little unwillingly, even Archduke Aaron, who was second only to Clark in status and title, quietly retreated, but not everyone retreated, in this world, no matter which race, there is no shortage of careerists and adventurers, winning a bet soaring into the sky, losing a bet with nothing, and even losing his own life, since Franken hugged Clark's thigh, he made up his mind that he must hold it tightly, and he can't let go if he holds it tightly.

Franconian knew how jealous he was now, and if he couldn't hold his thighs, with a latecomer like him, he couldn't even look down on the lowest viscount title, and he was afraid that there would be countless big feet stepping on him so that he would never be able to turn over.

When Prince Clark's violent red eyes stared at him, Francon's whole body was cold, like a guinea pig being targeted by a poisonous snake, until the big hand like a sharp claw was clasped around his neck, and Franconia resisted the coldness and shouted: "Prince, maybe I have a way!" ”

The cold fingertips touched his neck and stopped, Franken's back was soaked with cold sweat, a layer of goosebumps appeared on his neck, and his body was even more stiff as if he had been thrown into an Arctic glacier and frozen for decades, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

"Say!" Clark exclaimed, at this time he had completely lost his former gentle posture, violent and impatient.

Franken's throat moved up and down, and he opened his mouth a few times, but his throat was dry as if it was glued together, and he couldn't speak at all, and Clark's red eyes seemed to be about to erupt into flames, and at the last second when he lost his patience, Franconia finally craned his neck and squeezed out two very standard Chinese characters from his throat.

"Sun Yi!"

Just these two words surprised Clarke, the first thing that flashed in front of his eyes was Sun Yi's red pupils, which were different from the red eyes of the blood clan, the red pupils were more humane, and more crazy, revealing Sensen's killing intent, without fear, even if it was the sky, he dared to poke a hole out.

Even if Clark is in a rage, he has a bit of a headache, there is no way to do anything about such a guy who doesn't eat hard and hard, and the water and fire don't get into the hard as a stone, last time he threatened his child, if it weren't for the fact that the matter was important, Clark would never have done such a tasteless thing, this kind of thing has caused great repercussions within the blood clan, and even seriously affected the reputation of the blood clan, whether it is a werewolf or a remnant witch and other dark races, they are intentionally or unintentionally inquiring about the internal affairs of the blood clan, Is there an extremely serious change, which makes Clark extremely passive, and his prestige as a prince is almost destroyed, and the rest is only the deterrent effect brought by this title, if it happens again, it will definitely lead to more serious consequences.

However, as a superior person, the biggest advantage is that you can move your mouth, and then let your lower head run and break your leg, no matter where you are.

Franken is a very good assistant, even Clark, an old antique, must agree, as the blood in Clark's eyes receded, and then gently patted him on the shoulder with a warm big hand, and said with a gentle smile: "This matter, I will leave it to you, I believe you can handle it!" ”

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