In the end, the light shrank aggrievedly into a ball.

The black irregular stones reflect a metallic sheen, and the color of the luster varies depending on the angle.

Qinghui opened his round eyes, and finally hugged the stone in his arms with satisfaction.

As soon as the Emperor recovered from the danger situation, he raised his eyes and saw Qinghui holding the stone into his arms.

A bear hug.

It's like a child picking out their favorite gift.

"That's the Holy Stone."

I don't care if your holy stone is bad, and what Lord Lingjian has taken a fancy to is Lord Lingjian's!

The little bandit was satisfied.

Qinghui held the stone in his arms and rummaged through his hand beside him, finding that there was nothing around except for a large prayer book.

Qinghui took the prayer book in his hand and looked back and forth.

I wasn't interested, and just as I wanted to throw the book away, I heard a bang in the distance.

It seems to be the sound of something exploding.

Then a terrifying coercion swept from the place where Qinghui came, with the familiar aura of Qinghui, mixed with the smell of the blood clan.

This violent explosion knocked everyone back to their senses.

Qinghui threw down the prayer book brush in his hand, hugged the stone, propped his white little hands on the stone table, and with a slight force, he turned over neatly from the high platform.

The body landed lightly and ran directly in the direction from which it came.

Someone over there was shouting in horror that a blood clan had appeared.

The crowd around them, who were already frightened, panicked even more.

Qinghui ran two steps to that side, but remembered something, the delicate and small dagger was thrown up and down twice in the palm of his hand, and then threw it straight in the direction of the emperor.

"In the future, don't bother me."

The dagger quickly sank into the emperor's chest, and the position was dangerous, and it would definitely not be good if he didn't die.

Blood spreads over the golden-white clothing.

He deserved it, and when he forcibly 'invited' Qinghui here, he didn't intend to let Qinghui leave alive.

The surrounding guards had already fallen, and the rest of them naturally didn't dare to step forward when they saw Qinghui's appearance, and stood aside to watch.

There was chaos all around.

Qinghui quickly got out of the chaos.

Quickly returned to where it started.

The originally crowded crowd had already run away without a trace.

At this moment, it was obviously daytime, but there were many bats flying around.

A few slender figures stood silently on the branches of the trees beside them, as if they were greeting someone.

The tracks of the wheels on the ground were also quite messy, and the horses seemed to be frightened by this powerful momentum and fled in all directions, and in the center, a tall man stood.

The kind of coercion around him is the strongest.

Qinghui held the stone in his hand, and his steps stopped involuntarily.

Big eyes blinked, looking at the strange but familiar guy in front of him.

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Her little vampire doesn't seem to have grown so tall yet, right?

Qinghui tilted his head and thought.

And he lifted up his eyes, and looked.

A pair of crimson eyes, still glowing slightly, a little cold and indifferent, fingertips don't know whose blood is stained.

It looks like an enlarged version of her little vampire.

Qinghui was thinking about it, when he saw the emotion in the other party's eyes change instantly, and the cold emotion just now disappeared in an instant.