As seeds, after being injected with the corresponding genetically modified plasma products, Lang Zhan and Queanna and others, their sensory sensitivity has been greatly improved. Eight?? One Chinese net = ≤≤.≤ For example, Lang Zhan was inserted into the heart by the horn-shaped dagger just now, for a moment, he could clearly feel that his blood was being sucked by the horn-shaped dagger, and he immediately achieved the purpose of locking the horn-shaped dagger by contracting his chest muscles and heart. At this time, after Queana was bitten by Lang Zhan on her right shoulder, she immediately felt that Lang Zhan was sucking her blood.

While fighting Chopacabra and his big dogs, Lang Zhan once developed bloodthirsty symptoms due to absorbing their blood. Originally, with strong self-control, Lang Zhan had successfully quit bloodthirsty addiction, but now, under the effect of strong survival instincts, Queanna's blood has successfully made his bloodthirsty addiction work again. He suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance, which was the hallucination of his body's extreme bloodlust when he smelled Quena's blood.

It is also a seed, and it is a relatively advanced category, from a nutritional point of view, Queanna's blood is indeed the best tonic for Lang Zhan. Completely uncontrollable, he bit down, sucked hard, a few drops of blood entered, he was in high spirits, and the strength of sucking ~ Yun was even more sufficient.

There is no aorta and vein in the human shoulder, so although Lang Zhan sucks ~ Yun very hard, in fact, he can't draw much blood from there. Feeling the strong suction, Queana looked sideways and noticed Lang Zhan's strange appearance, she thought about it and immediately understood his purpose. Bloodthirsty, Queanna had been through this before, so she knew that this was the quickest way for people like them to replenish their vitality. She looked down with all her might, noticing that the wound on his heart was still oozing blood even though it had been stuffed into the fragments of his clothes, and she sighed, and suddenly said softly with a smile like a flower, "My love, if my blood can keep you alive, then come—" As she spoke, she stretched out her left wrist and pressed it towards his lips. However, Lang Zhan was engrossed in sucking~ allowing the wound on her right shoulder, and when her left wrist rubbed against her lips, he actually muttered dissatisfied. Queana gritted her teeth, brought her left hand to her mouth, and opened her mouth to bite the veins in her wrist. After all, it was her own wrist, and the toughness of her skin was far stronger than that of ordinary people, so she bit it hard, but it only left a tooth mark on her wrist. Looking at the tooth marks on her wrist, she smiled dumbly, picked up the horn-shaped dagger in her right hand, looked at it, suddenly closed her eyes, and slashed the vein.

Lang Zhan can instinctively sense the threat of the horn-shaped dagger, and Queanna naturally has this ability. In fact, when she swung the horn-shaped dagger at her left wrist, for a moment, she had goosebumps on her left wrist, and she clearly felt a chill - a warning from instinct.

The veins in his hands were ruptured, and blood poured out. This time, without waiting for her to hand over her wrist, Lang Zhan's nose twitched twice, and then he bit it directly. At this time, Lang Zhan was completely obedient to instinct, and his mouth bit the wound on Queana's left wrist, and he sucked hard. At that moment, while clearly feeling that her body was empty, Queanna's eyes were full of stars, and she only felt as if her soul had been sucked away with it. Blood and tears flowed out of her eyes, and she felt that the strength in her body was losing with the blood that had been sucked away, she smiled and closed her eyes, and slowly fell soft on Lang Zhan's body.

In the pentagonal building, Tate and Reus saw Lang Zhan and Queanna hugging each other, the two looked at each other carefully for a while, and Tate couldn't help asking, "What are they doing?" Is Gabriel dead? ”

Reus suddenly exclaimed, "God, Lang Zhan is sucking Queana's blood. That's right, that's it! ”

Raphael finally wondered who would have the last laugh between Lang Zhan and Emerson, and at this time he folded back with Park Hanying and Babra. I didn't see Emerson from afar, only saw Queanna lying on Lang Zhan's body, his eyes narrowed, and he said to himself: "Could it be that Emerson is the final winner?" Gabriel and Queanna are both dead? But what about the Emersons? As he spoke, he glanced back at Park Hanying, met the other party's cold straight eyes, and knew that Emerson was at least alive, and rushed towards Lang Zhan and Queanna.

Park Han-young and Babla were actually slowly regaining their senses at this time, when they saw Lang Zhan and Queana, who did not know life and death, Babri's eyes were dark, and his head hurt sharply, and he immediately wailed, and fell to the ground with his head in his hands. Raphael heard a strange noise in front of him, and when he looked back, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Barbla's appearance is obviously about to get rid of the symptoms of hypnosis, which means that Emerson must have been injured a lot, at least, his sanity must have been affected. He hurriedly looked at Park Hanying, and saw that the latter had begun to slow down, and the blood in his eyes was slowly fading, he was overjoyed, and suddenly turned around and shouted at Park Hanying: "Park Hanying, I am Raphael, your comrade-in-arms!" We're in this together! Park Han Young! Tai Chi Snake! ”

Park Han-young had already run out of bullets in the gun at this time, which was why Raphael dared to let her close to him. In his shouting, Park Hanying's eyes began to dissolve, and her steps began to slow down, and finally, she squatted on the ground with her head in her hands. Later, when she stood up, her eyes were clear.

"Am I still hypnotized?" She asked Raphael.

Raphael breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes." ”

Park Han-young's gaze immediately fell on Queana and Lang Zhan, she looked around again, her eyes stopped on Barbla for a moment, and asked, "What about Emerson's mongrel?" ”

"I don't know."

"Is Gabriel dead?"

"Just look at it?"

"I hope he didn't die, my mother said that she would let him kneel in front of me and sing conquest!"

The two of them approached Queana and Lang Zhan, and when they were still about ten meters away from Lang Zhan, Lang Zhan suddenly raised his head from Queana's already obviously shriveled and pale left wrist and sat up.

At this moment, Lang Zhan's eyes were blood-red, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood stains.

Facing his eyes, Raphael and Queanna only felt an invisible fierce aura rushing towards them, their eyes tingled, their hearts were cold, and their bodies instantly appeared a stiffness. They had a feeling that Lang Zhan at this time was like a peerless beast, choosing people to love, and they were simply not enough to fight him. Both of them were smart people, and they looked at each other and stepped back in unison. While retreating, they paid attention to Queanna, noticed that her body was a little shriveled due to excessive blood loss, and the afterglow of their eyes paid attention to the blood stains on the corners of Lang Zhan's mouth, and the cold in their hearts became a little heavier, and the degree of retreat was faster.

Normal people have a minimum ability to perceive danger, and as active or former seeds, Raphael and Park Hanying are naturally more sensitive in this regard. Therefore, with just one eye at each other, the alarm bell in their heads rang for a long time, and Park Hanying couldn't care about the big words he had put down before, so he wisely chose to retreat.

After the three of Raphael left for a while, Lang Zhan recovered from his natural state of alertness. The thick blood in his eyes slowly faded, and the blood-colored horizon turned pale red again, and Queanna, who was lying on his lap, suddenly became real. When Queana's cheeks, which had completely lost their blood, and were full of collagen but were now directly attached to their cheekbones, suddenly became clear, he exclaimed, "Queana! His eyes instantly turned red again. Then, he recalled some sporadic images of himself sucking Quena's blood, and shook his right hand and slapped himself hard.

"Queana! Queana! He hugged her face and screamed, his eyes widening until the corners of his eyes were torn. Carefully resting her head on her lap, he reached for her left wrist veins that had turned brown from the wound hanging to her side. At a distance of less than thirty centimeters, his right hand and fingers trembled uncontrollably, and it took him more than a minute to get on it with trembling. Lang Zhan, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, is as fragile as a child at this moment, and sensitive as a wounded little beast - fingers touch ~ to Queanna's left hand veins, the fingers are cold, and Lang Zhan's heart immediately sank into darkness. Then, feeling a faint pulse, he was overjoyed and quickly put his ear to her atrium. He did hear the heartbeat, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a long howl, and feel her breath again.

Feeling a faint breath without much heat, he picked up the horn-shaped dagger without hesitation. Just as he stretched out his left wrist and raised his right hand, he heard a low moan~ moan, and he turned his head to look at Queanna's blue but not much lifeless eyes, and he was overjoyed. "Quana, are you awake? Great, lie down, don't move—" he said, and the dagger was about to poke down.

"Fight, don't—" Queana tried to stop him, but it was too late.

The veins were opened~, Lang Zhan flipped his left hand, and the caliber of the injury was directly attached to her lips.

A mouthful of hot blood rushed into Queanna's mouth, and after being forcibly poured into two mouthfuls, she endured the strong bloodlust in her heart**, her teeth tightened~ biting, and her lips were closed.

Seeing the blood running down her lips and all over her cheeks and neck, Lang Zhan was anxious and shouted, "Quana, what are you doing - obedient." ”

"Are you trying to force me to kill myself?" Quena struggled to spit out the words, and was rushed in two more mouthfuls of blood, choked on her trachea, and coughed violently.

"This dagger evil gate, once the wound is opened, it will not scab - huh!" Lang Zhan said as he reached out and helped her up. Then, he felt that the wound was no longer oozing blood, and he couldn't help but let out a "huh".

"Sodium citrate coating with a strong scormotic agent, consumed—gone—" Queanna said, coughing violently again before she could finish speaking.

Lang Zhan patted her on the back while saying, "Don't speak, you listen to me-" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly looked terrified, grabbed his right hand, and a large-caliber desert eagle was already in his hand.