Chapter 341: The Bloodthirsty Demon of the Priesthood (9)

Pulled out of the water by the warm embrace, An Yang felt that the seductive strange sweet fragrance poured into his nose like crazy again, and the sharp fangs pressed uncontrollably.

I'm hungry and want to live......

All the thoughts in her brain were occupied by the hope of the living valley, and she couldn't tell whether she was dreaming or reality.

Just a little bit of blood......

"Bang!"

An Yang's body rolled on the ground twice in embarrassment, and in a trance she heard Savier's voice full of anger, "Tasia, you want to drink my blood without my permission!" Are you crazy! ”

Confused, she opened her mouth and let out a low whimper, the voice of pathos like that of a beast trapped in it.

Anyang felt that her head was about to burst, and she stood up in a trance, she took two steps back, and her unfocused eyes seemed to be unable to see Sawell who was close at hand.

"I'm ......not crazy," she grinned, her palms hurting deep into her bone marrow, and she could even feel the heat from the wound.

"It's not my fault," the cold, moist liquid fell and hit the flat ground, "it's him, it's all his fault......"

The chaotic brain made her pupils twist wildly, and the beating of her heartbeat and the sound of her breathing made her seem to suddenly realize something, and she turned and ran in the direction of the exit.

"Tasia!" Savier was slightly stunned, and the moment he chased out, the whistling wind ruffled his light golden hair, and he saw Anyang's back grow terrifying black wings in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Come back! Tasia, you give me back! ”

The first time Tasia ignored his voice, and she flew up and down in the air, like a wounded bird fleeing.

Savier clenched his jaw, and the muscles in his cheeks trembled slightly with anger.

It's all that guy...... If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be what she is today!

Her brother won't punish her!

Such thoughts are frantically stirred and superimposed in my mind.

The Duke of Manster's mansion was magnificent, and even after two or two nights of banquets, it was still full of excitement. Blooming blood-red roses, bright and dazzling, climb on the fence.

Because of his long-term hunger, it took zero time for Anyang to stabilize himself when he landed on the castle tower.

The unretractable fangs were exposed to the air, making every minute of her breath seem like a burn in her throat.

"It is a blessing for our sisters to be favored by the Duke," she heard the woman's delicate flattery from the window, as she approached the room where she had left last time.

"I just like you guys ...... so interesting."

Hearing Duke Munster's voice coming from the immediate aftermath, An Yang temporarily forgot about the pain in his body, and a twisted flame surged from the depths of his pupils.

"Click!"

The window was kicked open, and the howling wind rushed in, breaking up the warmth on the bed in an instant.

The Duke of Munster of Chiguo trembled with fright, and when he turned around, he saw An Yang flying in barefoot through the window, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind, and her water-blue eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of orange brilliance in the afterglow of the setting sun.

However, no matter how beautiful a person is, now appearing with terrifying fangs, it will not make people feel appreciative.

The beauty on the bed was already trembling with fright, and she grabbed the futon and hid behind the Duke of Munster.

"Why are you ......" Holding back the fear in his heart, the Duke of Munster glared at An Yang, who was getting closer.