Chapter 391: The Bloodthirsty Demon of the Priesthood (Sixty-One)

I didn't! These three words instantly burst through his chest.

I just met one, just like you......

It turns out that besides you, there will be a second person in this world who is so good to me.

The moment these words blurted out, they turned into her stubbornness, "Yes! I don't like my brother anymore, I hate him the most! ”

Roaring and shouting this, she didn't dare to look at Sawell's appearance.

Growing up, no matter how angry she was, she never said the word hate.

"Tasia, don't you really want a brother......

A slightly trembling voice, withdrawing all the strength. Savier looked at her back as she turned around and was about to leave, and roared miserably, "Tasia, can you not leave me......"

Like a sick person, his hoarse voice is low and slow.

An Yang was a little unsteady, and countless past events came to her mind, making her eyes red.

How sweet the past is, how cruel the reality is.

"Goodbye......" As if draining all her strength, she choked and closed her eyes.

She won't stay at 19 forever, she and Sawell are destined to have a different life......

The cry of "Tasia......" was suddenly replaced by a heavy, muffled sound.

An Yang chuckled in his heart, and looked back to see Savier fall to the ground without warning.

"Brother!" Her body reacted before her brain, and she hurried to Sawell's side, seeing the other party's slightly purple lips, and the dense pain spread from her chest, making her gradually feel unable to breathe.

Fingers trembled and landed on the wings of Savier's nose, "Brother, don't scare me......"

"Tasia," the person who had fainted suddenly opened his eyes, and his red gaze was like a cold pool, without the slightest warmth.

The eyes that were unfamiliar to the extreme, like a terrifying poisonous snake staring at all her movements.

The cold needle tip pierced into his neck without hesitation, and the familiar chill rushed into the veins, and An Yang didn't have time to make any sound, and his body fell on Savier's body softly.

"You forced me! You forced me to do this! ”

With a hoarse voice full of hatred, he turned over and sat up, holding An Yang tightly in his arms, "Don't force me!" Don't push me anymore! ”

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"Tick, tick, tick......"

The faint sound was like staccato droplets splashing into a pool, and the echoes of the emptiness made a deep chant.

Anyang's chin was pinched, and in a trance, he heard Saville's hoarse voice, "Good, it's almost ......"

She forced her eyelids to see the person in front of her, but the shaky light blurred her vision. The body is like being exposed to the sun, and the Youhe - soft and weak.

"What are you doing......

"I said, don't suck blood," Savier lowered his head, the corners of his mouth curled in an eerie arc, "You're really not obedient at all. ”

"No," An Yang gasped weakly, his brain was dazed, and his reaction became sluggish, "I didn't drink human blood." ”

"Oh, really?" Cool fingers ran over her pale cheeks, and Savier's throat trembled, "Tasia, you're stealing a concept. Didn't that vampire teach you, huh? ”

"Lay, Grace...... Lane's bright smile immediately appeared in his mind, and a faint smile swelled in his confused eyes, "Lane......"

Savier stared at An Yang, and a flash of anger flashed in his heart. The palm of his hand pressed uncontrollably against the top of her hair, and the taut fingers eroded the roots of her hair inch by inch, "Drink his blood, right?!" ”