"What's wrong with you?" Serena noticed John's discomfort and asked softly,

"Nothing?" John said with a smile,

Serena's brows furrowed slightly, her eyes are the windows of her soul, even if John is very good at controlling facial expressions, but how can the emotions flashing in her eyes be hidden, she strolled to John's side, took his arm, and asked softly,

"You don't like me to suck blood and kill people!"

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John grinned, his expression natural, but his wandering gaze inadvertently skimmed over the dark red liquid dripping from his fangs.

Seeing this, Serena still didn't understand what he was thinking, and after a moment of silence, she said faintly,

"Three hundred years ago, when I first became a vampire, I didn't like to kill people or drink blood, but with the passage of time, some things will eventually change, and even if I don't like them, I can't escape the wear and tear of time, and gradually become a part of life, and even become a habit."

Speaking of this, her tone changed abruptly, and her blue eyes looked straight over,

"There's a question I've been trying to get answered, would you like to join us and become a vampire?"

Sure enough, the time to come is still coming.

On the night the female vampire chose to spare herself, John had anticipated the problem, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly,

A sigh came from the bottom of his heart, John raised his head and smiled,

"Sorry, I don't have that idea yet."

"What about the future?"

"Perhaps! But we'll have to wait. ”

"How long will it take?"

"It depends! But at least wait until the affairs of the manor are dealt with. ”

"But I don't want to wait."

Serena said indifferently, her pure white eyes were inky, her eyes shrunk into needles, her fangs popped out of her teeth, and her skin turned snow-colored.

The cold murderous machine rushed towards him, and with bloodthirsty desire, John hurriedly stepped forward, pressed the cold shoulders with both hands, and shouted in a deep voice,

"Okay, don't make a fuss, you know very well what is going on in the manor, if I leave, what will those people do."

"What does their life and death have to do with me?"

"But they have something to do with me, they have my family, they have my friends, and I don't want them to have an accident."

"So, you're unwilling!"

The question of yes or no is always difficult to answer, and after a long silence, Serena broke away from John's arm and said with a blank face,

"If you don't want to, then don't see each other again."

After saying that, this woman with a strong personality turned around directly, galloped away, and disappeared into a shadow in the dense bushes.

The outstretched arm stiffly stopped in mid-air, John's expression seemed to freeze, looking at the direction of Serena's departure, and suddenly there was an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

What is this, just go!

Even if you're leaving, you should leave an address, or I'll find you somewhere.

John shook his fist in annoyance, looking very helpless, Rao couldn't guess what was going on in the other person's mind with his wisdom.

Isn't it just a fight? As for making such a big move.

However, this trace of helplessness and annoyance disappeared in an instant with a gust of cold wind.

John lifted up his eyes and looked around,

The dilapidated col had long since lost its former charm, the ground was pitted, the smell of blood was everywhere, the smell of death permeated the air, and even the wind carried a trace of cold killing intent.

Although most of the people who died here were John's enemies, seeing so many corpses in a tragic state of death, I still couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in my heart.

"Werewolves and vampires!"

John muttered silently, memorizing the two words in his mind, and then returned to the hillside, starting with the most powerful giant wolf, extracting soul energy one by one.

107, 33, 31, 36, this is the number of soul energy provided by the four giant wolves, after adding the dead human corpses around, half an hour later, the number of soul energy on the virtual panel has changed from 3 to 301.

That's a hundredfold difference!

After living for so many years, John finally experienced the feeling of getting rich overnight, so that he just wanted to open champagne to celebrate, but seeing the surrounding scenery, the sourness in his heart disappeared in an instant.

When the loot had been collected, John did not linger, but went to the place where the horse was tethered, picked a pack horse that had not been frightened by the werewolves, mounted on it, and ran along the road to the manor.

On the way back, John mentally summed up his plans for the night while controlling the horses.

Blake ran away, and in the end, the whole plan was a failure.

However, in other respects, the plan has achieved better results than expected.

The patrols that supported Blake were all wiped out, the hired bounty hunters were killed on the spot, and they themselves were given a lot of soul energy, the only fly in the ointment was the black slaves, and it would be even more perfect if they could survive one or two as witnesses to the battle.

……

The night was long, and the night was difficult, and at the first sound of the rooster's crow, John finally returned to the manor.

The plantation in the darkness was as quiet as ever, except for the clatter of horses' hooves on the ground.

John took off his hood, rolled over and jumped off his horse, patting the pack horse's butt and letting it go on its own.

At this time, with a fierce north wind blowing, the ink-like dark clouds in the sky finally dispersed, and the silver-white moonlight sprinkled down, adding a few wisps of mystery to this neat pastoral land.

Across the pastures, through the cotton fields, a hut appeared at the end of the road.

"It's finally back."

John took a long breath, exhausted from a night's fighting, and just wanted to drink a cup of hot tea and sleep comfortably in bed.

But God did not fulfill people's wishes, and when he pushed open the door of the house, a tall figure appeared.

John looked up, glanced indifferently at the Templar leaning on the table, walked into the room, and closed the door with his hand.

Light a candle, close the window, and pour a cup of tea.

Tired-looking, John seemed to be alone in the room, doing what he had to do in an orderly manner, until he wiped his face and prepared for bed, when the oppressive atmosphere was finally broken by a low, angry voice.

"Didn't the eldest young master see me?"

John put down the towel in his hand, looked back and smiled, "I saw it, of course I saw it, didn't the adults sit there all the time?" ”

"Now that you see it, why don't you speak."

"Opening?" John blinked suspiciously, and teased,

"Your Excellency, you are really interesting, you are a dignified Templar Knight, the center of attention, if you don't speak first, which will be my turn to speak?"

"You ......"

Mars's eyes lit up, and he strode up to John, and asked,

"Tell me where you went tonight?"