For Brad? As far as Dracula is concerned, the first memories of Pug Dog Repair can really be said to be unforgettable.

Brad, the ancestor of vampires and a purebred vampire? Dracula, who has seen the scenery of human nature, is so complex that he is tired of it, even to the point that the food is tasteless, and the trivial and practical interests abound, the obscurantism and barbarism are bustling, the ridicule and dissolution are gradually dyed and floating, and the products of ** are sometimes tiptoeing, sometimes ignoring tyranny and open fire, so he is accustomed to enjoying himself between joy and sorrow, and can pretend to be a relaxed and lively, heartless wanderer without faking it, so that the king of the vampires who can make this sensory nerve enter the world of fatigue arouse interest again, and his blood boils, It's almost a miracle that can be described as unbelievable.

It's just that the unforgettable thing brought about by cultivation is the kind of powerlessness that makes all reason collapse and smile beyond the scope of the image.

I remember that day was just an extremely ordinary day in my long life.

Even on a clear day, the sky in Colossae was still gray, slightly rendered with a hint of light gold with a hazy hue, which was a rare occurrence.

Anything that becomes a whim-of-the-whim object is at your fingertips—such a day is no longer for you, and you find that this is a hundred years after you have been in this Colossae city.

Since then, he no longer pretends to be among the powerful to have fun, watch good shows, and mediate his life, but stays away from the upper classes in society and comes to the bottom.

I just woke up, feeling the dryness in my throat and tearing at the thirst for some kind of survival food. Tortured by such feelings, but for myself, it can no longer be a reason to lose control.

Yes, there is a basket of human beings on the street next door, and if you want, you can satisfy yourself at any time.

At this moment, I can completely control the ** of human blood.

Got up in the lifeless daylight, knowing the next behavior, his sister didn't even bother to persuade him, so he didn't say hello and pushed the door and left.

Passing through the most prosperous area of the Waye area, you will be surrounded by a "river" formed by dense life. Even if you don't have any eye seduction. But it still caused a lot of whispering.

Also, it's hard not to be tempted by yourself who is so beautiful that it's like a trap.

And this motivation is also mixed with a certain unfathomable fear.

Subconsciously brushed the broken hair on the side of his head with his hand. Deliberately avoid the main entrance of the tavern, which can cause a sensational effect. Come to the back door in a remote alley. But I saw a scene that made me laugh.

It was a lonely teenager, lying on the ground, writhing back and forth.

At first glance, it was not far away. I was completely sure that the boy did not act because of an illness.

So is it deliberate?

But what is it for?

Because of curiosity, I couldn't help but look at it for a while, although the style of the muddy clothes was traditional, but I couldn't deceive myself, it was an extremely expensive brand, not something that ordinary nobles could have, and even if I could afford it, it might not be enough to wear it.

This teenager ...... It should be from the three families.

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For Brad? As far as Dracula is concerned, the first memories of Pug Dog Repair can really be said to be unforgettable.

Brad, the ancestor of vampires and a purebred vampire? Dracula, who has seen the scenery of human nature, is so complex that he is tired of it, even to the point that the food is tasteless, and the trivial and practical interests abound, the obscurantism and barbarism are bustling, the ridicule and dissolution are gradually dyed and floating, and the products of ** are sometimes tiptoeing, sometimes ignoring tyranny and open fire, so he is accustomed to enjoying himself between joy and sorrow, and can pretend to be a relaxed and lively, heartless wanderer without faking it, so that the king of the vampires who can make this sensory nerve enter the world of fatigue arouse interest again, and his blood boils, It's almost a miracle that can be described as unbelievable.

It's just that the unforgettable thing brought about by cultivation is the kind of powerlessness that makes all reason collapse and smile beyond the scope of the image.

I remember that day was just an extremely ordinary day in my long life.

Even on a clear day, the sky in Colossae was still gray, slightly rendered with a hint of light gold with a hazy hue, which was a rare occurrence.

Anything that becomes a whim-of-the-whim object is at your fingertips—such a day is no longer for you, and you find that this is a hundred years after you have been in this Colossae city.

Since then, he no longer pretends to be among the powerful to have fun, watch good shows, and mediate his life, but stays away from the upper classes in society and comes to the bottom.

I had just woken up, tormented by the feeling that the dryness in my throat was torn apart by the desire for some kind of survival food, but for myself, it was no longer a reason to lose control.

Yes, there is a basket of human beings on the street next door, and if you want, you can satisfy yourself at any time.

At this moment, I can completely control the ** of human blood.

Got up in the lifeless daylight, knowing the next behavior, his sister didn't even bother to persuade him, so he didn't say hello and pushed the door and left.

Passing through the most prosperous area of the Watte area, beside him is the "river" formed by the dense condensation of life, even if he does not have any eye seduction, but it still causes a lot of whispering.

Also, it's hard not to be tempted by yourself who is so beautiful that it's like a trap.

And this motivation is also mixed with a certain unfathomable fear.

Subconsciously brushed the broken hair on the side of his head, deliberately avoiding the main entrance of the tavern, which would cause a sensation, and came to the back door in a remote alley, only to see a scene that made him laugh.

It was a lonely teenager, lying on the ground, writhing back and forth.

At first glance, it wasn't far away, and he was completely sure that the boy didn't do it because of an illness.

So is it deliberate?

But what is it for?

Because of curiosity, I couldn't help but look at it for a while, although the style of the muddy clothes was traditional, but I couldn't deceive myself, it was an extremely expensive brand, not something that ordinary nobles could have, and even if I could afford it, it might not be enough to wear it.

This teenager ...... It should be from the three families.

This teenager ...... It should be from the three families. (To be continued.) )