Boom ——!

The silver serpent's lightning tore through the dark night, and the terrifying lines like cobwebs were instantly imprinted on the sky. Immediately afterwards, dense raindrops fell one after another, making a loud noise in the dark forest, forming a white and vast rain curtain.

"Whew——! Phew——! ”

A faint gasp of exhaustion sounded in the forest, Elaine Edra tightly covered the wound on her right shoulder with her left hand, and leaned sideways against the hard tree, her red eyes were full of vigilance and murderous intent, and her stinging gaze kept probing around behind her.

The cold rain slapped on her body through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and the long golden hair, which had been slightly curly, would also be a little wet and sticky, clinging to her fair skin.

A faint white mist came out of his mouth, and he was wearing an originally luxurious black long dress, and the right hem of it had already been shattered. Her slender thighs were exposed to the cold air, and the almost drenched evening gown perfectly framed her beautiful curves. This appearance made her look like a princess who had escaped from a castle or a female noblewoman who had fallen here, but it added a nice "alternative" scenery to the dead forest.

Ah, of course, the premise is that if the face of this "princess" is not hideous and distorted, but haggard and pitiful, it must be more in line with the fantasy in the hearts of some bards.

Elaine Edla, one of the new generation of vampires, is like the old bloodlines of centuries ago, keen to breed and hunt humans.

In her own words, the moment the poor creatures were cut open by their sharp fingernails, the warm blood and the fear of imminent death made her feel more spiritual pleasure and a certain morbid pleasure than the contents of the cold bottles.

Over time, her seemingly aristocratic demeanor was despised by some of the new generation of blood, and some even gave her the ironic nickname of Crimson Baroness.

However, although her own behavior is despised by some blood clans, no one will really "correct" anything. Because in any case, everything the other party does is really just a personal "eating habits", and instead of spending energy to argue with the other party about the policies that the Queen of Roses advocates, it is better to add some leisure topics to them, and the latter seems more attractive.

After all, the blood clan is actually not monolithic, just the contradiction between the old blood faction and the new blood faction, the attitude towards other ethnic groups or something..... In a few hundred years, these problems are not to be solved temporarily.

But fortunately, they have time, and their long life span can almost allow them to witness the development of all this, and maybe even get a foot in the already unstable clan in the future, so that their family can gain a more stable position in the future.

This is the idea of the vast majority of new blood factions who want to ascend to the throne, but this does not include Ailian.

She is more interested in focusing her life on the choice of "food" and the way she eats, rather than hanging out at nights like the rest of the bunch, with a patterned smile on her face and the cold "liquor" in her glasses.

In the same way, her almost crazy obsession with the primitive way of eating seemed to the others to be an anomaly, a "newcomer" who had not even lived a hundred years and tried to perpetuate this ancient custom, as if he was in a hurry to show favor to the old blood.

All in all, in this regard, Ai Lian is different from most blood clans. The New Bloods despise her behavior and always want to distance themselves from her, and the Old Bloods can't accept her as a clan member who is too young and lacks foundation.

If it weren't for her own strength and a certain degree of well-known cruelty, she would have been developed into a low-level clan in a dark dungeon for fun by some of the New Bloods who disdained her behavior towards the old bloodlines.

So in the past few decades, Ai Lian has hardly had any decent communication with other people, she just stays in her own territory, enjoys the wonderful taste of devouring life, and then turns this behavior into a habit and hopes to continue it.

At least she thought that no nosy creature would go out of his way to trouble her in such a remote territory, but she never dreamed that there would actually be a guy who didn't know how to break into her castle and try to shoot her in the head after slaughtering her family......

That damn hunter!!

The delicate face became more distorted, and a fierce light appeared under the crimson eyes. Feeling the soul-deep burning pain coming from her shoulder, Ai Lian couldn't help but grit her teeth further.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party had hit her wings with the blessed alchemy bullet at the beginning, she would not have been chased all the way to this kind of ghost place by the other party in such an embarrassed way.

Secluded forest.

Unlike other forests in the world that have names, this place has such a name simply because it looks dark at all times.

There are no monsters and no other reclusive races, only the black trees and the hard stones on the ground, it can be said that it is completely a "forbidden area for living creatures".

Oh, I almost forgot, but there was a bottomless rift in the area ahead. Some say that the rift may be the deepest in the world, and at its bottom is the abyss of hell.

But in reality that's just alarmism, because no one has really been there, after all, it seems that there is really nothing here, and no one will come to such an ominous place.

It's just that what Ai Lian cares about now is not the rumors of the deep valley here or the ominousness of this forest, she only cares about one thing the most-

There are no other creatures here.

The three days and nights of fleeing had already given her badly injured body a strong urge to suck blood, and her paper-pale face showed that if she didn't eat, she would have to let the old guy who was still exploring her whereabouts send bullets into her head.

Or she has another choice, she takes the initiative to jump into the deep ravine not far away, embrace the so-called hellish abyss, and if the rumors are true, she doesn't have to end up being killed by the hunter.

No matter how bad it is, at most, it will only evolve into the suicide of the Doomsday Blood Clan, and it will be regarded as a noble existence that implements pride.

The corners of her mouth twitched a little impatiently, and after quickly thinking about a few thoughts in her mind, sure enough, for a vampire like her, who had no so-called aristocratic pride, what she wanted more was to survive this hunt.

The icy rain cooled her brain, which had been rapidly warming up with anger and murderous intent, and adjusted her breathing to the point where it was inaudible, and Ailian's eyes were unusually calm at this moment.

At this time, it was obviously impossible to escape again, her body did not allow her to do that level of prolonged exertion in the first place, and secondly, below this gentle slope was the deep valley that ran through the entire forest, which meant that there was no way to retreat.

If her own blood thirst wasn't so severe, she might have been able to rely on the few remaining and slow-recovering magic in her body to try to find a way to survive on the cliffs on both sides.

But that's just if.

So in the final analysis, there is only one way for her to survive now, and that is to reverse the positions of the two.

A mouthful of white mist that was more obvious came out, and Ai Lian cooled the blood in her body. The crimson pupils of the eyes gradually disappeared into the darkness......

Because she prefers to take the initiative in the dark rather than passively counterattacking.

At least it seemed to her that it was impossible to say who was the hunter and who was the prey until her head had been cut off from this body or pierced through her heart with a blessed weapon......

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Kiss!

Biting off the cork of the alchemy potion in his hand, he spit it out casually, and then the dark blue liquid went down his throat and into his stomach, and an inexplicable warmth instantly hit the old hunter's limbs, and at the same time, a stream of evaporated water vapor also spread faintly on his body.

The process of converting the magic in the air into the magic in the body was slightly accelerated, and the hunter's wrinkled pale face appeared a hint of ruddy, and the somewhat cloudy pupils became as precise and sharp as a falcon once again.

casually put away the empty medicine bottle, pulled his black iron sword from his waist again, some faded leather gloves tightly grasped the old guy who had been with him for many years, the old hunter lowered his pace, and then his left hand buckled on the trigger of the alchemy gun, everything was ready.

Black leather boots trampled on the muddy slope, and the rain formed a small curtain near the ground along the somewhat worn hunter's cloak. Squinting his eyes, his pale blue pupils cautiously looking at everything around him, the old hunter slowed his breathing, and the center of gravity of his body quietly lowered.

It's close, it's close!

With decades of hunting experience, and even unknowingly nicknamed the "vampire killer" by some of his peers, he has long been trained to be extremely sensitive to this aspect.

Those creatures who call themselves the nobles of the night, even across a sea of chaos, can smell the stench of those guys' blood from the other side.

If it weren't for the policy of coexisting as much as possible between the Holy Cult and the Queen of Roses, he would have been tempted to freeze all those damn creatures to pieces with the frost sword in his hand.

However, he also knew that the real him did not have that strength, and even if he had a deep grudge against the Bloodline, the limit of what he could do was to send some new generation of vampires to hell.

Speaking of which, when did you start to give up your true duty as a hunter and simply get along with this race?

After the death of his partner, or after his daughter went to the land of the Lord......

"Ahem......"

The muffled voice coughed slightly, swallowing the sweetness that wanted to rush into his throat, and at this time, exposing this extremely attractive thing for the blood clan was to tell the other party his exact location.

He didn't want to just miss out on the first move and end up being the other party's dinner.

The effect of the alchemy potion to briefly suppress the injuries in his body had passed, but the mere breaking of a rib was not enough to stop him.

In fact, if I hadn't hesitated for a few seconds at that moment, maybe I wouldn't have had to spend so much effort chasing the other party to such a ghost place.

It's really ridiculous, I am known as a vampire killer, and I can be caught by such a "young" existence.

It looks like I'm really getting old......

The old hunter walked silently between the Black Forest, silently recalling the appearance of his prey in his mind—

The excellent appearance of seductive others like the other night nobles, the young life that looks like a human twenty-one or two, and the beautiful long golden hair with a slight curl.

If Helena was still around, then she must be about the same height as that guy, with long, beautiful blonde hair than that guy......

The old hunter was slightly silent and took a deep breath of the slightly cold air. It's not a good thing to be cranky in this situation, and he seems to be in a strange state tonight.

Is it a relationship that hasn't been to see Helena for a long time? It seems that it is almost time for me to break free from the struggle with this group of guys who live on blood all day long, and accompany her well.

Pure white lily clusters flashed in his eyes, and a slightly nostalgic and warm smile appeared on his shriveled face for a moment.

Maybe she'll be happier when the time comes to bring some gifts......

But for now, let him do what he does!

His thoughts retracted, but at the same moment the old hunter couldn't help but stop, his face changing slightly.

His already wrinkled face looked like a bunch of lines crumpled together under his frown.

The smell is gone.

The disgusting smell on the other party's body, which made him sick, disappeared here for some reason.

There were faint and intermittent traces of blood along the way, and whenever he thought he was going to lose the whereabouts of the other party, a clue appeared strangely not far away.

Looking at it this way, it seems a little naïve for him to attribute it to his own search skills.

His face was solemn and without the slightest hesitation, the black iron sword was stained with frost, and the hunter turned around and slashed it with all his might.

Boom ——!

Silver thunder exploded, and under the rainy night, it was the hideous face of the other party that was close at hand like a demon.

At this moment, the hunter and the prey were swapped!

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PS: As soon as Shui Jing arrived at the store, all the people who drank looked at him and laughed, and some shouted, "Shui Jing, you have failed to eat chicken again!" He did not answer, but said to the cupboard, "Two bowls of wine and a plate of fennel beans." "Then he discharged a lot of money. They deliberately shouted again, "You must have fallen into a box again!" Shui Jing's eyes widened and he said, "Why do you slander people's innocence out of thin air...... "What innocence?" The day before yesterday, I saw you fall into school and be beaten by hanging from a frying pan. Shui Jing's face turned red, and the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, and he argued, "This can't be considered a loss...... No! ...... Can the author's business be regarded as a loss? The succession was difficult to understand, what "the gentleman is poor", what "the person cares" and so on, which caused everyone to laugh: the inside and outside of the store were filled with happy air.