Seeing the weakness of the weak, maybe you just feel sympathy, subconsciously, you are used to the humility of the weak;

But when you find the weak side of a strong person, you will reflect, why is he like this?

I didn't ask what kind of person could trap a 600-year-old boss in a barren desert, but I knew that just by indirectly bearing his bloodline, I had already gained strength in a short period of time.

But even if my perceptual reflexes have improved to a higher level, in front of Dracula, I should still be no different from a newborn baby.

So what kind of terrifying existence should his own strength be?

Cliff shook his head and looked at me with an almost sympathetic expression, "Dracula...... You're sympathizing with him...... If you knew how she was a pain and disgrace to our clan, it would not be difficult for you to understand my hatred. ”

Cliff lightly lit a cigarette, "Maybe you are complacent, he chose you out of thousands of people, and proclaimed loyalty to you that belongs to the Bloodline, you must feel very special at this moment. ”

There is no unwarranted love in the world, and there is no unwarranted hate.

I looked at Cliff's look and excitement and knew he must have been through a lot.

"Now that you know who I really am, why didn't you choose to kill me?"

I looked at Old Cliff's expression and questioned.

"You know what? Hunters also have a high level of talent, that is, to predict the future. Haven't you seen some vision, or a picture, or a sound, or a dream?"

I didn't expect him to suddenly change the subject, and I remembered the dream I had had, and even today I saw the text of a letter, and I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Cliff smiled and began to tell me how his ancestors took advantage of human inferiority.

The reason why humans can evade the attacks of vampires is because of the power of the unpredictable prophet.

"You must have had that experience too." Cliff looked at me with a deep and determined gaze, "If it weren't for Dracula, I'm sure you'd be a good hunter by now." ”

"If I had this feature, I would definitely choose to buy a lottery ticket instead of going to a foreign country to brag with a strange old man of yours."

Cliff looked at my face with great complexity, "You really look a little like him. ”

I look confused, like whom? Who can it be like? I'm so great, can I still imitate others?

Dude has always been an advocate for himself, okay?

"I am who I am, unlike anyone else."

"Young man, let's get down to business, I foresee a future in the crystal ball." He was a little excited and confessed to me that I could try to show you the future.

He stared intently at the crystal, drew a circle with his hand on it, and then swung his hands intently over the crystal ball for a moment. Seriously, for a moment I thought he was a swaggering old man.

But just when I couldn't help but feel sarcastic, the crystal ball fogged up.

"Use your hands to wipe off the crystal ball."

I hesitated, but didn't move.

Old Cliff frowned, "What are you hesitating about?" If you think it's fake, I'll check it however you want, but you'd better think about whether you have enough pounds. And...... The mutation in your body isn't fake, is it? ”

Jiang is still old and spicy, he almost guessed all my thoughts, seeing that I was still hesitant, he leaned back and sat in the chair, looking at me with confidence, which is the expression that only an old man with rich life experience can have. "If you are afraid of seeing the future you don't want to meet, I can tell you responsibly that the future is irreversible, and it is inevitable whether you look at it or not."

After hearing this, I didn't hesitate anymore and reached out to wipe the crystal ball twice.

A magical scene happened: the fog gradually dissipated, but there was a figure in the middle of the crystal ball, and his figure was so handsome that I couldn't help but want to praise this little brother for being so chic.

But after watching all the movements of that figure, I couldn't laugh anymore, and cold sweat unconsciously wet my back and clinging to my clothes.

Old Cliff looked at me with a smile and a few moments later he spoke, verifying the shadow I saw, "You will kill Dracula yourself, cut off his head, put a peach stake in his heart, and bring his head to me." ”

"What if I refuse?" I was confident that I would not be held hostage by this old man, and I looked up at Cliff indifferently.

He suddenly showed a hint of cunning unique to old people on his face, "Although you are amazing, but nature is nature, young people, there are too many mood swings, and it is easier for you to faint." ”

At this moment, I was dizzy and weak, and then my body fell to the ground uncontrollably, as if the blood in my whole body had been coagulated, and Cliff's voice full of triumph and pride came from overhead, "Although you have received his blood, you are still too young." ”

"Isn't the smell of these daffodils special? In fact, this is the flower of garlic, and the insect repellent effect is particularly good. ”

He looked at me indifferently, "It works just as well to paralyze some filthy species." ”

I was like a cockroach that had been sprayed with radar, I didn't have the strength to move, and I felt sick for a while. Then let the old man go to another room, pull out a pistol, and face me.

"The Bloodline never betrays its kind, do you choose to help your friends and relatives and kill the source of evil before you become a monster with no humanity completely?"

If you say yes, then the $5 billion asset is yours, and if you don't, then ......

The pitch-black chamber of the gun was aimed at me.

This old guy is serious, I don't have a third way to go.

Either die for Dracula's so-called loyalty among his kind, or live for survival.

Maybe for Dracula's treachery, I can get the title of a hero.

"I'd love to promise you, but...... I don't think you're happy, old man. ”

After saying this vaguely, I lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, the sound of Zhan laughing and laughing was ringing in his ears, "He has always been our friend, you have gone too far." ”

"Can't you just let him sleep comfortably?" This is the voice of the heart. There was anger in her voice, so confused that I didn't know why she was angry.

When I opened my eyes, the sound of chains resounded in my ears, and there was an indescribable coldness in my limbs.

There were sharp thorns on the inside of the chains, poking at my arteries, and the blood was slowly flowing down my joints, and as the fluid flowed, I could feel the gradual loss of my life.