"Boy, you're in trouble, remember to be careful when you talk for a while, don't show your killing intent casually, that's not good, you'll die." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

John felt the kindness in the other party's words, the muscles of his whole body slowly relaxed, and the blue circle of light in his left eye also disappeared and returned to its normal appearance.

"Can you explain what you said about the trouble?" John said,

The pigtailed Indian shook his head slightly, his eyes were raised, and the corners of his mouth were slightly complete, revealing a warm smile that only an aristocratic gentleman possessed, but in John's opinion, this smile always had an inexplicable incompatibility with himself, and he felt like a monkey sitting on a throne, no matter how he dressed himself, he could not be a king.

"Serena says you're a smart and decisive man, and I'm sure you'll get through this crisis."

Jon bowed slightly, didn't give John any information, and got up and walked away, disappearing into the darkness with a slow, steady-fast pace.

Eccentric man!

Looking at the other person's back, John touched his chin and kept thinking back to what he said earlier.

Troublesome?

Be careful when you speak?

Don't show murderous intent?

Will people die?

"Well, it looks like some big guy is going to see me."

John said to himself, there was not much worry on his face, the little people have the survival guidelines of the little people, and the big people have the thinking and cognition of the big people, the key is to take a good measure.

As a gold medal salesman with eight years of sales experience, John has his own unique ability in this regard, and he doesn't pay much attention to this tricky thing in the eyes of others, and now he has more important things.

The vampire is dead, the body is thrown on the ground, there is no one around, there is no better chance here.

John walked quickly to the vampire's corpse, summoned the virtual panel, and his face suddenly turned bad when he saw that there were only three points left in the soul energy count.

He clearly remembered that after learning the method of forging the body during the day, there were still more than 16 soul energy points, but now there were only 3 points left, which meant that 13 soul energy points were consumed in less than two minutes of battle just now.

This consumption is staggering, isn't it?

"Zero, tell me what's going on and why soul energy is depleted so quickly."

As soon as the words fell, the azure aperture reoccupied the pupil of the left eye, and the voice of Zero came from his head,

"That vampire is too fast, and ordinary methods can't capture her movements, except for building a three-dimensional simulation hologram, which is why soul energy consumption increases geometrically."

"Is there a way to reduce this consumption?"

"Sorry, not yet!"

"Okay!"

John was silent, some things were really undemanding, he stretched out his right hand and put it on the corpse, the blue light in his left eye surged, his mind was highly concentrated, and his body gradually emitted a strange energy fluctuation,

"Zero, let's get started, I need more soul energy."

……

Tonight was destined to be an unquiet night, with dark clouds like ink coming from the north, bringing autumn winds and obscuring the waning moon.

The land shrouded in night seemed to have entered an era without light, dilapidated and desolate, and gradually even the sound disappeared.

In an unknown area, with the sound of rapid breathing, a staggering figure sprang out of the jungle,

With her pale face, sharp fangs, pure black eyes, and bloodthirsty gaze, she has no intention of not revealing her vampire identity.

But at this moment, the Grim Reaper in this dark night has completely lost his previous noble posture, his hair is scattered, and he is embarrassed, like a wild dog that has been chased and has nowhere to escape.

She kept looking behind her, her eyes were flustered and unfocused, after seeing the suddenly shaking branches, her body trembled, and she ran away, but before she ran a few steps, the exhausted body stumbled and tripped over the roots under her feet and fell to the ground, and her purple dress was torn, revealing her slender white calves.

With a messy head, delicate breathing, and a white and tender complexion, this noble female vampire showed a rare delicate temperament, she looked at the Death Walker who came from the darkness, and cried and said,

"Serena, please, don't kill me."

"I know it's wrong, I shouldn't have eavesdropped on your conversation, I shouldn't have come here, I really knew it was wrong, for that boy's sake, please, don't kill me."

The female vampire pleaded bitterly, but Serena was unaware, she stood in the treetops, condescending, looking down coldly, without any movement in her eyes.

"Camille, you damn it!"

Serena whispered, her calf suddenly exerting force.

Click! There was a crunch.

The thigh-thick branch under her feet suddenly broke in two, the black trench coat rattled, and Serena, who was speeding in mid-air, was like a sharp arrow, and instantly crossed a distance of ten meters and came to Camille.

The silver dagger rose high and slashed down with decisive killing intent.

Time seemed to freeze at this time, and Camille stared blankly at the silver vertical mark above his forehead, as if he had seen the sun hundreds of years ago.

The next moment, the silver light vanished, and the world returned to darkness again.

The luxurious dress was split in two, sliding down the limbs, revealing a snow-white and plump body, and the crystal white tenderness shimmered in the dim night, like a red rose in an ink painting, with a different kind of temptation.

Serena glanced back at her slightly, leaped forward, and disappeared into the night.

The evening breeze blew, and the naked body suddenly moved, and a straight line of blood appeared on the body, starting from the forehead, passing through the straight bridge of the nose, crossing the snow-white ravine, passing through the perfect waist, and disappearing into the golden jungle at the bottom, outlining endless fantasies.

If John had been here, he would have sighed that there is no more perfect line in the world.

Ten seconds later, two galloping figures stopped in this area, one was Jon, the same Indian John had seen before, and the other was wearing a strange skull mask, but judging by the color of his skin on his neck, this person was supposed to be a black man.

Jon squatted down, and was just about to stretch out his hand, when a thick black cloud of dirty blood suddenly spurted out from his white and tender body, and the dirty blood bubbled up more and more, and it was like a dam opening the gate along the straight blood line, and it was out of control.

In the end, with a bang, the bruise that was pressing on the body exploded, and the whole body was split in two.

Seeing this, Jon shook his head slightly, glanced at the black man next to him, and saw a thick look of worry in the other party's eyes.

Serena really got her hands dirty.

It's a complete problem.