The blonde man's closed eyes suddenly opened, looking towards the foot of the mountain, his bewitching eyes seemed to have a light flowing, and when he saw the car parked at the foot of the mountain, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he said to himself, "I thought you weren't coming?" ”

"Huh?" The next moment, the smile on the blonde man's face froze.

It was not one person who got out of the car, but two people, who were too far apart, although there were headlights shining, but they still couldn't see the faces of the two people clearly, but the destination of the two people was Longquan Mountain.

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Foot.

There were two rows of white teeth shaking in the darkness.

"Bablou, we're not in the wrong place, are we?" Angola looked up at the low hill in front of her, and wondered.

"This should be it!" Bablu Road.

Angola said, "Longquan Mountain? It's a far cry from our Ivory Mountain. ”

"Friend Chen said that the murderer of Simba is on this mountain, let's hurry up the mountain, don't let the murderer escape!" Baburu sighed, and spun around and ran quickly up the hill.

"That kid won't lie to us, will he?" Angola hastened to catch up.

"Go up the mountain and take a look!"

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"Sure enough, there are people!"

When they came to the top of the mountain, they saw a long figure standing in the moonlight, and Baburu and Angola were immediately alert, and the Elephant Tribesmen, who had always perceived supernormal perceptions, immediately sensed a threat from Lucas's body, and the two stood a few feet away from Lucas, and secretly confronted each other.

"Negroes?"

Seeing Baburu and Angola, Lucas's eyes were not only surprised, but also a kind of contempt, even discrimination, which can even be said to be discrimination, obviously dark-skinned people. In the eyes of the pretentious and noble blood clan, it is very lowly.

"What about Chen Dasheng?" Lucas looked condescendingly at the two people hidden in the dark, the two black men in front of him were masters, and he naturally regarded them as the helpers invited by Chen Dasheng.

Both of them frowned, and they could clearly feel Lucas's discrimination against them, and the discrimination of whites against blacks has a long history. Although it has been much better in recent years, it still exists.

"Who are you? Did you kill Simba? Instead of answering Lucas's question, Bablu said in an unkind tone.

"Simba?"

Lucas heard Bablu ask the cow and answer the horse, and a black man actually used this tone to talk to his noble blood clan, his heart was even more unhappy, and he said directly, "Low nigger, I'm asking you, what about Chen Dasheng?" Did he let you come? ”

"Bastard!"

Angola couldn't stand it in the first place. The elephant people are already hot-tempered, and Angola's temper is even hotter, so they directly scolded in the local dialect of Ivory Mountain.

Babru's already extremely black face is as black as if it wants to drop ink, the person in front of him is a master, and he does have the strength to kill Simba, that kind of arrogance, that kind of discrimination against black people. It's the motive for killing, the strength and the motive are there. In a fit of rage, Bablu has locked Lucas as Simba's killer, and even if he wasn't, he would never be allowed to live in this world just because of the insults he was targeting the Terrans.

"Ask you again, what about Chen Dasheng?" Lucas is still so arrogant. He didn't understand what Angola said, but looking at Angola's angry appearance, it wasn't a good thing to say.

"Kill him!"

Angola roared angrily, and the whole person was like a mad bison. Lunged straight at Lucas.

A violent punch shot at Lucas's head like a cannonball, looking at Angola's stance, it seemed like he wanted to blow Lucas's head into slag with a punch.

Lucas frowned, the night gave Angola the best cover, but Lucas was not afraid of the dark, as a blood clan, in the dark, they were more like a fish in water, seeing Angola bursting fists, the momentum was unstoppable, Lucas did not dare to sweep the edge, directly stretched out his arms, and the whole person rose into the air at a very fast speed.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Angola couldn't contain his fist, and threw a punch into the air, directly hitting the mountain wall behind Lucas, and the mountain wall staggered, falling countless rubble.

"Humble, I want you dead!" Lucas stood on one foot on the top of a large tree, his handsome face was a little hideous because of his anger, and with a snort, his fangs turned out, his cloak unfolded, like a bat, Angora swooped down.

Angola had just retracted his fist, heard the wind in his ears, turned his head and saw that a black shadow was rushing towards him at a very fast speed, with sharp fangs and blood-red eyes, which made people feel that in a hurry, it was too late to fight back.

"Humph!"

At the last moment, a wooden staff was laid across in front of Angola, but it was Baburu who grabbed it, and the wooden staff in his hand slammed towards Lucas.

Lucas's pupils constricted, and he was also caught off guard by Babru, his hands turned into scratches, and he hurriedly grabbed Bablo's wooden staff.

There was a bang, and Lucas was whipped out of the air by Bablu's staff, and Bablu was also shocked to the point that he staggered back a few steps, and the wooden staff poked into the ground before he steadied himself.

"Vampires?"

Baburu looked at Lucas, who was standing more than thirty meters away, his eyes were full of surprise and jealousy, one of the most mysterious races in Europe and the United States, vampires.

The bones of Lucas's hands were shattered by Babura, the pain made him even more angry, his hands were raised in front of him, the blood in his body was working, and the injured hands were repaired quickly and quickly with the naked eye, and it only took a few breaths to recover as before.

"Humble black man, don't call me by that title, you dare to hurt my noble body, although your blood is very dirty, but for the sake of your blood containing powerful blood energy, I still decide to drink your blood, it is the glory of your life to be sucked by the noble Marquis of the Blood Clan, Lucas!" As soon as he recovered from his injuries, Lucas's face became even more hideous, and he pounced on the two of them at great speed on his tiptoes.

The claw slashed across Babru's shoulder, immediately bringing a piece of flesh down on Babru's shoulder, and Bablu swung his staff away, but it failed to hurt Lucas, allowing Lucas to escape.

Blood dripped on the ground, the pain made Baburu's nerves collapse tightly, and Angola stood on his back, Baburu didn't dare to take it lightly, in terms of strength, this vampire was not their opponent at all, but when it came to speed, the elephant people who respected their strength could only be out of reach.

"Hehe, the blood energy is indeed very sufficient!"

Not far away, Lucas's rapidly swaying figure stopped, clutching a strip of cloth in his hand, which was wrapped in a piece of bloody flesh that had just been torn from Babura's body, and Lucas stretched out his tongue and licked it on the bloody piece of flesh, as if he was tasting some rare delicacy.

"Humph!"

Lucas's behavior completely angered the two Babru, and Angora snorted angrily, quickly took out a folding knife from his waist and shot it directly at Lucas.

The knife was violently fired, even faster than a bullet, only to hear a snorting sound in the air, the knife cut through a graceful arc, kept spinning, the purpose was where Lucas's heart was, obviously, they also knew that the weakness of the vampire was the heart.

Lucas reacted super quickly, seeing the knife coming, he immediately moved to dodge, but he still couldn't completely dodge, the knife slashed his shoulder, while cutting his clothes, it also left a wound on his shoulder, and the knife swirled in the air and flew back to Angola's hand.

Lucas was surprisingly angry, although such an injury only takes a few minutes to recover, but in his opinion, it is absolutely a shame to be hurt by two black men to his noble body.

Angola saw that he hit the enemy, the flying knife just flew back into his hand, and immediately threw it out again, this time Lucas had already taken precautions, Angola's flying knife had not yet shot, he had already dodged away, at a very fast speed, under the cover of the night, towards Angola, the sharp claws were like eagle claws, flashing with an incomparably cold light, he wanted to break this inferior person who dared to hurt his own body into pieces. (To be continued......)