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The Night Charm is a little more lively than during the day, after all, most of the Bloods are still more keen on night activities. Song Jie lay on his back on the bed, his fingers twitched unconsciously a few times, and then he woke up.

He found out where he was.

It's a small dark room that resembles a lounge, and you can hear the noise outside. The loud music shows the madness of the people outside. But that's not the point.

The point is that when Song Jie sat up from the bed and wanted to raise his hand to rub his forehead, which was experiencing a dull ache after a hangover, his palm was raised, and a crisp sound of metal colliding sounded in this small environment.

"Ah, you're awake." An Mu sat on a chair facing the bed, there was a square table next to the chair, he supported one arm on the table, the other hand dragged his head, just after a full meal, he fell asleep contentedly, until Song Jie made a noise He woke up.

It was a chain made of special metal, handcuffing Song Jie's hand, and the other end of the chain went deep into the wall, and it was impossible to break free with the strength of a human alone.

This is also one of the reasons why Ammu was able to sleep peacefully.

Song Jie had just woken up, his mind was not very clear, his eyes were still a little chaotic, his whole person was still in a state of drunkenness, the fire was burning in his body, burning the air, and the whole person fell into a strange sense of suffocation, that feeling made him have a not very wonderful dream, Yun Xi would never forgive him again, that dream told him.

The heart hurts, but it's real.

The long sword is side by side, against the throat, and the sharp blade cuts through the skin, such a self, still can't be forgiven?

He couldn't even tell if it was reality or a dream.

Song Jie raised his hand in front of his eyes, a finger-thick metal chain on his wrist fit his skin perfectly, and the metal had become the same as body temperature, so Song Jie barely felt that he was wearing this thing, until he saw it with his own eyes, he looked in the direction of the person who had just woken up.

It's the bartender.

He looked at it for a while, and his pupils were finally able to focus normally, that wine was worthy of being the strongest wine, so that he was still a little drunk, Song Jie was not a person who could drink, in his more than 20 years, there was no good brother who could talk about wine, even if Zhou Zhuo was counted as one now, the two of them would not have much chance to go out to eat together.

Strictly speaking, this is not only Song Jie's first time getting drunk, but it can even be said to be his first time drinking, so at this moment, he doesn't know if his current feeling is normal, but his current state of being chained is definitely abnormal.

"What do you want to do?" Song Jie opened his mouth, he felt that his throat was too dry, and when he spoke, his throat and eyes seemed to be cracked, and a wave of pain rushed to his head. At the same time, it involved the wound on the side of the neck, which was really painful inside and outside the forehead.

Song Jie reached out and stroked the side of his neck.

There was a bumpy tooth mark on the neck, it seemed that the wound had been well treated, there was not much scab, but the blood had clotted. Song Jie looked at the bartender with some vigilance.

"Are you thirsty?" An Mu still smiled, withdrew his arm from the table with elegant movements, reached out and picked up the teapot and refilled a glass of water into the cup, "You don't have to worry too much, I won't hurt your life." With a smile in his eyes that Song Jie couldn't see, he stretched out his tongue and licked his upper lip.

The water cup was handed to Song Jie's eyes. Song Jie hesitated, the crisp sound of metal hitting sounded again, and Song Jie reached out to take the cup. The warm water flowing through his dry throat made Song Jie's whole body feel much more comfortable, and his mind was clearer, and he no longer had such a strong feeling of grogginess.

An Mu watched Song Jie's action of raising the cup to drink water, and once again couldn't help but reach out to Song Jie's unkempt hair, but before he could make two movements, Song Jie moved back vigilantly to avoid it.

"What do you want to do?" Song Jie asked again. At the same time, he stretched out his other hand and tugged at the chain tied to his hand. But the other end of the chain embedded in the wall was something he couldn't pull out.

"You're breaking the law by doing that." Song Jie is still very calm, even if he doesn't quite know why he has become the current state, but such a thing as reasoning is worth trying no matter what the circumstances. "Is it because I didn't pay?" Song Jie suddenly thought that he seemed to fall asleep directly after drinking just now, thinking about the wine he drank and the name of this shop, he knew that the wine was not cheap, even if he didn't drink anything at all.

An Mu leaned against the wall with Song Jie's hand with one hand, pressed his legs to the bed, knelt next to Song Jie, and the tip of his nose touched the side of Song Jie's neck. "Pay? Your glass of wine isn't a problem that can be solved with just a few new coins. ”

"And what do you need?" Song Jie's pupils shrank, and he pushed the person who came over a little forcefully.

An Mu didn't care, stood up with Song Jie's strength, and looked at him condescendingly.

"In that glass of wine you drink, there is the last blood of my last prey, which is also a kind of inheritance ritual, inheriting the identity of the last prey as my ration." An Mu wisped the golden hair on his head, and looked at him with an ambiguous gaze that Song Jie couldn't understand, and Song Jie's whole person was a little chilled. "In the past, I always couldn't restrain myself, and I accidentally bit my prey to death the first time, and I could only wait for the next prey to arrive by relying on the blood extracted from their bodies, but you are different, you are my most unique prey. It's not that I went out hunting, but I came to me on my own initiative, and the luscious breath in your blood even makes me feel like I'm falling. ”

"You think you're going to be mistaken." Song Jie raised his eyes and looked at this person, "Do you think you're the only one who can suck blood?" He was in a bad mood, very bad, "I gave you a chance." ”

The red glow in Song Jie's eyes instantly burned, and the entire room lit up for a moment, a thin layer of red light covered Song Jie's entire body, and his hair color also became a little dark red. The metal bracelet seemed to be stirred by the air current, making a tinkling sound from time to time, and finally was shattered into pieces of metal chain links, crackling and falling to the ground.

The human decision cannot be shaken, but Song Jie is not a real person, the blood belonging to Cain in his body has awakened, and it stands to reason that he is even the ancestor of this person.

"Interesting." An Mu looked at the changes on Song Jie's body, his eyes were dyed with a little surprise, but there was no other fear or regret revealed. looked at Song Jie's gaze thoughtfully. "No wonder your blood contains so much energy, I didn't even see it."

An Mu's golden hair is getting more and more, and his purple pupils are like glass, he was smiling gently, but the purple pupils not only made him a little more elegant, but also gave him a thick layer of coldness.

"Your bloodline seems to be very old, but you are still very weak, and these energy fluctuations are just a virtual appearance." An Mu's hair was originally blown around by the air flow brought by Song Jie's body, but now it seemed to be separated by something. There was no alien light around him, and it was still the darkness of the night.

"Oh my God." Shui Er dodged and appeared beside Song Jie, "Why did you provoke such an existence when I woke up." "Its wakefulness requires a lot of energy, and the singularity of energy is actually the excess energy in Song Jie's body, once Song Jie has no excess energy in his body, it will fall into a deep sleep, and it only knows about this situation after this long sleep.

This situation has been maintained until today's daytime, and Song Jie's body suddenly has an inexplicable contract power, which is so that Nuwa Shi can absorb it bit by bit, so Shui Er can wake up, and, unlike An Mu thought, Song Jie did not inherit his prey at all, or the identity of a servant.

Song Jie is still an independent individual, and he has no relationship with him. It is precisely because of this that An Mu does not know what Song Jie's true ability is. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't have any special feelings, after all, his bloodline was also the highest bloodline in the blood clan, and more importantly, he was already more than a thousand years old, and in terms of the accumulation of time, he was not an existence that could be shaken by a young man like Song Jie.

"How are you?" Song Jie looked at the little guy who suddenly appeared beside him, and was slightly stunned.

The water floated to his shoulder, "Before he finds out about the contract, run." The milky baby voice exploded in Song Jie's mind. In fact, when he saw that An Mu blocked the flying energy on his body without doing anything, Song Jie already felt a little bad. So when Shui Er appeared, Song Jie reacted almost instantly.

The blood-red mist instantly thickened, creating a huge collision with the seemingly non-existent defenses around An Mu, and the huge roar even silenced the crazy blood clan in the bar.

For a while, only the energetic heavy metal music was still tinkling.

This hut used to be the rest room for An Mu's prey, so there was still a light in this room, and Song Jie's action just now directly shattered the crystal lamp hanging on the roof, and the glass shards splashed and ejected everywhere, cutting a small scratch in the corner of An Mu's eye.

The red blood was left almost instantaneously.

This small piece of glass was the only one that broke through the defenses, and the rest of the shards of glass were scattered outside a circle at Ammu's feet.

An Mu stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood oozing from the wound next to his eyes, stretched out his tongue and gently licked the blood from his fingertips, "Very good, you succeeded, you angered me." ”

At this moment, Song Jie is no longer here, just now when he was urging the power of the bloodline with all his might, a kind of inspiration suddenly appeared in his heart, when the blood mist was the thickest, he completed the atavism with his instinct, transformed into a small bat, and took advantage of the explosion to leave the night ghost......