"Lancelot!" Shirley was also shocked to hear the name. Willis spread out his whip at this time, and saw that the whip was scattered with silver steel thorns like the branches of a rose. Lancelot Hongyan swept the whip in Willis's hand: "Blood Rose, every small thorn has been bathed in holy water, and it is said that it can also change the attack range, and the limit should be a radius of 30 meters." Those who are close to them are instantly reduced to powder, hence the name 'Willis the Bloodbrier'. Willis said coldly: "The Black Godfather actually used the 'First Black Knight' to kill me, as a middle-level cadre of the trade union, I should feel honored." ”

As he spoke, the white light in the palm of his hand suddenly lit up again, and the white light flowed into the blood rose, each steel thorn instantly emitted a shining white light, and the whole whip was as bright as incandescent that people couldn't look at it directly, his face was filled with layers of murderous aura, and the whip in his hand slowly rose as if it was alive, facing his opponent full of killing intent, Lancelot, but he was calm and relaxed, and put his hands in his coat pockets: "Mr. Willis, vampires and hunters have coexisted in the same land for thousands of years, and you don't have to be in such a hurry if you want to kill me, I'm not here today to fight. Willis wondered, "What?" ”

At this time, in the silent room, the half-year-old second son of Willis and Shirley was sleeping peacefully on the small bed, and the old man in a black suit with a six-colored crystal crown brooch on his chest was standing by the small bed, his silver hair was neatly carried behind his head with hair wax, and his wrinkled face had a majestic royal bearing. Under the half-closed eyelids is a pair of red eyes that seem to be able to understand people's hearts. He stood on the edge of the small bed and looked down at the sleeping little boy, and then he stretched out his finger and gently touched the boy's little face.

At this time, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. The nail of his right index finger slowly sharpened, and then he used the index fingernail to cut his thumb, and a little black blood flowed out and dripped on the child's face, and the little boy seemed to be a little awakened, and he moved, leaned back and let out an impatient grunt.

The old man gently pressed the bloody finger on his small mouth, and the boy immediately sucked it, and the old man slowly leaned over the little boy's neck and whispered, "Oh! Baby, you're really gluttonous. As he spoke, his red flame suddenly opened, and his eyes instantly burst with blood like a beast's greed. I saw him open his mouth, and his white fangs bit at the boy's immature neck.

It was at this moment that the church rang the New Year's bells. Colorful fireworks intertwined in the air to illuminate the dark night, a black Rolls-Royce drove from the empty street and stopped behind Lancelot, under the fireworks, Lancelot's pale face showed a mysterious smile and then he turned and opened the car door.

Willis then raised the whip in his hand. Lancelot, who had his back to him, spoke at this time: "One of the rules of a knight: 'Never attack an enemy from behind. 'Mr. Willis, instead of trying to fight a battle you can't win, protect your family now. With that, he lowered his head and walked into the car.

Willis didn't move. He watched as the car drove off the street, "What did he mean by that?" At this moment, the cry from the room suddenly made him shiver. He turned to look at Shirley: "Porukri! Seeing the frightened expression on her husband's face, Shirley was also uneasy, and he took Custer and ran towards the house with her husband:

"I... I... 'Exorcism Array' has been placed in the room...."When the couple pushed open the door of the room where the second son was, they found that the small bed was still in the center of the exorcism array, and the two breathed a sigh of relief, Willis: "Oh! Thank God! ”

He relaxed his nerves, slowed his steps, and walked softly to the little bed, and for a moment his face was suddenly like paper. A pair of blue-eyed wooden eyes looked at the cot and froze in place. Shirley put down Castel and asked, "What's wrong?" And when he saw his second son, his eyes widened in horror.

I saw the second son on the small bed, Polukri's little face was red, his little hands and feet were kicking and crying, and his hands were trying to reach out to his parents in front of him, and at this time Willis and Shirley looked at him like a monster. There were a little black blood stains on the corners of Porukri's small mouth, a shocking bite mark on his snow-white neck, and some bruises around him that had not yet healed, and Porukri cried out louder for the coldness of his parents.

His wife, Shirley, listened to the child's cry and her heart softened, and she was about to reach out to pick up her second son, when Willis suddenly grabbed her hand and whispered, "Stay away from him." And Shirley's eyes showed a begging look at this time, and her voice trembled, "Willis... Please....he's our child..."Willis held Shirley's hand tighter, and Shirley felt her husband's hand tremble as well.

Willis's eyes were fixed on the crying second son and said to Shirley, "You go out first with Custer." At this time, Xueli's tears flowed down suddenly, and she begged helplessly: "Could it be. There is no ...... There is no other way........"

Willis frowned, shook his head slowly, reached out to hug Shirley, patted him on the back as if comfortingly, and then pulled her pistol from the holster around his waist: "Soon... I'll be soon... He... There will be no pain..."Shirley felt that her husband had to endure the same great pain as he did.

Shirley covered her mouth and lowered the sound of crying, turned to take Custer's hand and walked out, Custer turned his head to look at his father as he was dragged out by his mother, and at this time his father opened the safety of the pistol and aimed it at his crying brother in the small bed.

Willis wiped the corner of his eye, the hand holding the gun trembled involuntarily, "Willis....he's your son... But not anymore... If you leave him behind...... He will become your enemy...... Shoot...... Shoot! Just as his fingers had already pulled the trigger, suddenly the eldest son Custer broke free of Shirley's hand and ran towards Willis, his small arm hugged his father's thigh and howled vaguely:

"Dad... No... Father... Don't ......" At this time, Shirley softly walked to the side of the small bed and reached out to pick up the second son who was already crying hoarsely, feeling the mother's familiar heartbeat, Polukri's crying stopped, Willis looked up at his wife's face full of tears, his ears surrounded the eldest son's hoarse and immature cry, the finger on the trigger gradually loosened, the gun slipped from his hand to the ground, he hung his head weakly, pressed one hand on the eldest son's head, and the other hand covered his face, Custer sobbed and looked up to see tears oozing from his father's fingers.

In the courtyard, the light snowflakes fell on the head of the unfinished snowman, and he stood expressionlessly in the snow, quietly waiting for the "smile" of the stroke, but this stroke will never wait...... (To be continued......)