As soon as she said this, everyone became even more nervous, and closed the door again with a sigh of breath, for fear of stepping on some trap by mistake.

Fancy looked at the completely enclosed space, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, but no one paid attention.

Joyce was also a cautious man, and in order to prevent fancy, he personally set her up, and warned again in a deep voice:

"You'd better explain all the traps, you know, if any of us have a problem, you can't escape."

Who knows, Fancy suddenly shouted:

"Don't move!"

Joyce froze this year, not daring to make a move.

The same goes for the other Bloodlines.

Fancy continued to say solemnly: "Lord Joyce, come to my side a little, and don't move your right foot. ”

Joyce complied.

"Closer."

Joyce moved two more steps, almost clinging to her.

Fancy finds the right time, lifts his chin, bares his fangs, bites on his neck, and frantically sucks his blood!

Joyce was caught off guard and was about to pinch her neck, when she suddenly heard her snap her fingers imperceptibly,

Immediately, he saw the overwhelming red-eyed bats surrounding everyone!

These bats are so numerous that they seem to be at the mercy of Eliza, a woman.

They tear at their flesh and skin, killing one and coming another, and they can't stop killing and killing!

Even if they have great ability, they can't withstand the sucking and biting of these beasts in batches!

Fancy bites him, and after getting enough respite, he quickly loosens his mouth,

Taking advantage of the fact that Joyce was being dragged by the bat, he quickly crouched down, rolled from under everyone's feet to a certain mechanism with a heavy silver chain, and slid into the tunnel.

Beneath the tunnel is her daily living room, where Pine is transformed.

After being completely safe, Fancy lay on his back on the ground gasping for air.

What she said before, "push the left door", "push back and forth twice", and "don't move the right foot" are all made up nonsense.

The only mechanism here is access to this underground living room.

To say this is just to make the group scare themselves and divert their attention.

Fancy gasped for a moment, then moved a little to sit up from his seat, leaned against the wall, and summoned a dead red.

By this moment, she was exhausted.

If it hadn't been for Joyce's bite and a source of blood, she would have been a dried corpse a long time ago.

She let the red undo the silver chains off her little by little.

She couldn't move herself, and the more she bled when she moved, the more wounds she would have.

Decay Red struggled to untie it for a long time with its two small front paws, and it was so long that it thought it was going to be cool here, and it finally unraveled.

He struggled to get up from the ground, and the wounds on his body were still horrific and hideous, showing no signs of healing.

Without a source of food, not only was she unable to heal her wounds, but she also had no ability to move freely.

Fancy waited for about a quarter of an hour, and heard the movement of the fight outside.

Knowing that the bats had tortured these bloods enough, they probably didn't have the strength to resist anymore now.

She opened the door, and sure enough, she saw more than a dozen blood clans lying on the ground, including the male protagonist Joyce.

Their bodies are crawling with bats and their bodies are twitching.

There are also a lot of bat corpses on the ground, but they are obviously nothing compared to the huge base.

Fancy moved over step by step, sticky blood under his feet, and a snapping sound in the silent confined space.

The bats, which were still sucking blood, saw her coming, dispersed one after another, and hung upside down on the roof again, not daring to make any more moves.

"Come down," said the fancy man, "and hang them up and let them bleed." ”

These bats were raised by Eliza since she was a child, and she only regarded her as the owner and her 'dog' who guarded the door.

"Jacqueline Adams! You—you—dare, dare—" An archdeacon who had been bitten and bruised glared angrily.

However, before he could utter his curse, he was hung upside down in the air surrounded by bats.

Immediately, all the blood clans were hung upside down.

These bats are so small and numerous that they can't be used when hung in mid-air.

Not to mention other bloodlines, even an archdeacon like Joyce would not have the strength to resist.

Fancy asked the scarlet to go down and fetch some containers, and then proceeded one by one.

Drops of blood were caught in the container with a crisp ticking sound.

Fancy let the dead red bring Joyce's blood, and drank it one by one.

Her body healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the healed skin became white and delicate again.

The original old and decrepit face has gradually recovered, and the furrows and ravines have become burstable again, and they have once again changed back to the stunning appearance of a girl.

The blood of vampires of high-level bloodlines is very cherished, and Joyce's bloodline is even more superb.

Fancy could feel the fresh blood circulating in her body, repairing her body and perfecting certain flaws in her bloodline.

If there is really one word to describe it, then her current situation is evolution.

The Bloodclan who were hung up yelled in horror when they saw this.

Fancy licked her lips and said calmly and coldly:

"Although you scold, no one can hear it anyway, the more you shout, the more blood will flow from the wound, the happier I will be, I will not kill you, maybe I will be in a good mood, and I will find you some food."

Joyce's face changed.

She's going to keep them like blood cows?!

How did he become a high-ranking deacon of the Blood Clan?!

Fancy stroked his hair, smiled and said to Joyce:

"Your Excellency, don't think about killing yourself to save your face, if you die, I'll send my dear sister Kelly to your funeral, what do you think?"

Joyce was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Fancy made up for him again:

"If you want to blame it, blame you for greedy for my bloodline, isn't it good to burn me earlier?"

The other archdeacon almost tore his throat and shouted at her:

"Jacqueline! The Bloodline is at odds with you! You'll be hunted by Blood Clan and Human Hunters for the rest of your life! ”

Gimmicky snorted and shook his hand away.

She first went back to the underground to take a bath, changed into a clean long dress, cleaned herself up, and turned into an elegant and beautiful aristocratic girl.

It was already early morning when I left the repair shop.

The sun was shining on her skin, and she didn't even feel a trace of burning.

Looking up at the sun in a daze, this time, Eliza, who had lived for three hundred years, looked directly at the early morning sun for the first time.

It wasn't dazzling at all, it had a girlish pink, it was warm and gentle, like the beginning of her new life.

She took out the small mirror again and looked at herself inside.

Her face was no longer morbidly pale, but actually had a little human flush, and she looked very healthy.

Her skin also seemed to have a little warmth to the touch, although it was not like the body temperature of a human being, but it was not like a dead corpse.

Fancy froze in place for a long time.

If it weren't for the heart that still needed her control to beat, she would have almost thought she was human again.

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