The breath of death lingers in my mind like a lingering shadow,

"Wait, wait, you can't kill me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Gary Vell shouted that if the Wingman did this just now, he would definitely close his eyes and choose to die with dignity, but after some conversation just now, he didn't want to die, even if the parts below his throat were reduced to ashes in the flames, and only his useless head remained, he also wanted to live.

John was unmoved, and the golden sword still stabbed forward,

Death drew nearer, Gary Will's eyeballs were bloodshot, and he yelled,

"Kill me, and the human girl will die." After a pause, without waiting for John's reaction, he continued to shout,

"The vampires in the castle are all my direct bloodline, when I die, they will feel it and no longer follow my orders, and at that time, in the face of so many vampires, how can the little witch live, she will die, the death is ugly, the blood of the whole body is sucked dry, only skin and bones remain."

The corners of John's mouth turned up, his expression did not change at all, and he chuckled,

"You're wrong about one thing, whether she's dead or alive has never been my business."

The sharp tip of the sword slashed through the air, gently tapping into the center of the heart of the Gary Will,

Multiply!

The terrible heat burned the skin, and black smoke rose, black blood running down his cheeks, wetting the dry lips.

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

Gary wailed, trying to dodge, but couldn't move, constantly shaking his head, his face full of fear,

In a trance, something came to mind, and he seemed to have found a life-saving straw, shouting,

"Black dragon blood, I still have half a bottle of black dragon blood, as long as you don't kill me, I'll give it all to you."

"Black Dragon's Blood!"

The golden sword paused, John pondered, and asked out loud,

"What's the use of it?"

Gary was overjoyed, and said as quickly as he could,

"It contains powerful magical powers, can be used as a magical material, strengthens the body, provides vitality, heals wounds, repairs the body, and ...... Can you still ......

By the way, it can also allow people to obtain a part of the dragon blood,"

He kept talking, his tone became more and more urgent, but desperately, after saying so many benefits, the expression of the winged man never changed at all, as if he was looking at something innocuous and insignificant, and slowly, he seemed to understand something, closed his mouth, and stopped speaking,

Judging from the previous judgments, the Winged Man was obviously the same level or even higher level creatures as the dragon, how could a higher creature care about the liquid flowing from the body of a low-level creature.

"That's it." John asked,

Gary was silent, gritting his teeth, his face full of anger, but just when he thought it was over, a soft voice suddenly sounded in his ears,

"It doesn't feel good to wait for death, where is the half bottle of black dragon blood?"

Hearing this, he suddenly opened his eyes, "I am the only one who knows the place, if you let me go, I will tell you." ”

John smiled and said with a blank face,

"Giving you two choices,

One, you tell me where the dragon's blood is? I'll kill you and spare the vampires in the castle;

Two, if you choose not to say, I will kill you and raze your bloodline to the ground along with the castle. ”

"You ......"

Galiavel's face changed dramatically, staring at John fiercely, the viciousness in his eyes almost turning into substance, and after a moment he seemed to remember the face and vowed to take it to Hades, close his eyes, and choose to die.

John frowned slightly, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the golden sword stabbed forward,

Poof!

The blade pierces through the skin, pierces the skull, and reaches deep into the brain.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes......

Gary Vel cried out with an indescribable pain in his head, his eyes outward, the pain so intense that it was ten times more painful than a tongs piercing flesh, that his whole face twitched unconsciously.

"Bastard, kill me, you bastard, you have the ability to kill me." He roared, his voice hoarse with endless resentment,

"Don't look at me like that, and don't talk like that, as if you're a good guy and I'm a bad guy, that's not right." As he spoke, John pulled out the golden sword, waited for the wound on the other party's head to heal, and inserted it along the original wound.

"Who made you a vampire, though?"

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes......

The miserable screams rang out again, and they lasted for a long time.

An hour later, John drew his golden sword, glanced at the black blood hole on his head that no longer healed, and sneered slightly,

"I don't know whether to admire your will to survive or to laugh at your cowardly character."

"I prefer the latter."

Gary groaned in pain, his yellow, thin cheeks covered with blackened veins, and he pushed his eyelids open, his eyes dull and hollow, without a trace of brilliance,

"Cowards live long."

"I agree with that." John withdrew his golden sword and sat down on the stone, "You must live?" ”

Gallyvill was unwavering in his gaze.

"Even if the price of living is the death of all your bloodline?"

"Yes." He blinked, longing and persistent,

"Well, I hope you can live." John reached out and grabbed him by the hair and said, "I agreed to your terms, now tell me, where is the dragon's blood?" ”

"Southeast!"

Hearing this, John got up and walked out of the cave, spewing light from his feet, and quickly flew southeast.

……

Today is destined to be an unusual day for Amy, with great ups and downs, great sorrows and joys.

First seeing the hope of victory, and then being ruthlessly abandoned by the people who brought it, harvesting something, but experiencing a desperate journey under the control of Spiritualism that cannot be described in words.

Eventually, she grew up, learned to hide her emotions, used stratagems, and became the kind of person she used to hate, with a complex heart and a renewed glimmer of victory.

But the glimmer of light soon faded.

Winged and Fenrir were both defeated, and Galivor and the hateful Daredevil were gone, and judging by their nature, they either escaped or plotted something.

And she herself is in prison and unfortunately falls into the hands of vampires.

This is undoubtedly the saddest thing for a human girl who has not been nourished by love.

Da! Da! Da! The sound of footsteps came from outside the door,

The iron door opened, and a well-dressed and kind-faced young man walked in, bowing down and hiding the bloody desire in his eyes.

"Beautiful Miss Wizard, Mr. Tours, please come over."

Amy took a step back without a trace, leaning her back against the wall, and exclaimed,

"As I said earlier, I'm a guest invited by Galivelle, and I don't see anyone but him."

The young man bowed slightly, and his handsome face had an irresistible smile on his face,

"Miss, my lord is out, I don't know when I will be able to come back, now the castle is in charge of Mr. Tours, as a guest, I advise you not to refuse the host's invitation."