Boom!

The shadow of blood falling from the sky dispersed, revealing a pair of blue-faced fangs, just casually sealing the throat with one claw, but bringing heavy suppression.

The mobile phone that was on the video call changed hands in an instant, and was forcefully taken away by the blood pupil monster, his posture of holding the phone high was a bit fashionable, shooting from a 45-degree overhead, this arrogant posture exposed the entire left arm, and then raised a cyan meat wing, like a bat wing, the contours of the meridians and blood vessels were very prominent, and there was smooth fur under a closer look.

Compared to the pair of batwing wings, the upper and lower pairs of fangs that could not be covered by the corners of the scarlet lips were even more terrifying.

Recognizing the comer at a glance, the old onion in the WeChat video frame slowly raised his head, lowered his eyebrows and confronted each other, not taking the person behind Fang Yan in his eyes at all.

It's just a medium-blooded one.

Just by looking at the luster of the bat's wings and the color and texture in the depths of the pupils, you can discern the purity of the bloodline.

To use a figurative metaphor, the Bloodline is an ancient race that resembles a "pyramid scheme", the first generation of awakened vampires are worshiped as "Father" or "Godfather", and they use simple and crude means to select a group of lucky people with extremely high blood purity, and the lucky bloodlines are scattered from generation to generation, infecting more and more low-level bloodlines whose bloodlines are gradually diluted.

A handful of connotative bloodlines have developed orderly teachings over thousands of years, accompanied by rigorous hierarchies, management rules, and brainwashing pursuits. But most of them are very low in the eyes of the Oriental strangers: "It's just a beast with a relatively long lifespan." ”

"Listen, stinky old man. Your good apprentice is now in my hands. "The blue-faced blood descendant speaks not very fluent Chinese, with a slightly magnetic voice, and a hint of villain's charm.

Continuously locking his throat caused Fang Yan to be weak, but fortunately there was no sign of suffocation, his endurance and resistance exceeded the expectations of the sneak attacker, taking advantage of the fact that the enemy behind him could not see his face, he raised his head and nodded at the old onion on the other side of the video: "I'm fine, let's play a wave first, and see what purpose this guy has." ”

The old shallot sneered and probed: "Say, what do you want." ”

"No, no, no, you're thinking too much, there's no deal tonight, there's no redemption, only death. Remember my name, I'm the punisher of the night......"

"No need, I'm not interested in the names of the little people, and I can't remember what I said." The old shallot waved his hand and interrupted mercilessly.

"Very well, the Dragon Gate will pay for your arrogance!" The blue-faced blood slammed back the screen of his phone to ensure that the camera was taken close-up, and then took a big gulp, snapped and bit down.

This bite accurately bit Fang Yan's left neck, and while sucking greedily, he didn't forget to roll his eyeballs up, squint at the bad old man in the video, and present the delicate picture of the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth and the victim's sharp trembling bit by bit.

Fang Yan only felt that his eyes were dark, and he scolded in his heart: "Oops, get away with it." Say okay 'The villain dies from talking too much'? Why does this guy bite people directly without saying a word? Don't give ...... time to react."

The old shallot could no longer see Fang Yan's painful expression in the video, the camera was pulled too close, and all he harvested was a pair of sharp fangs and a completely bitten neck artery.

Blood instantly soaked half of Fang Yan's shoulder, but the old onion didn't say a word, waiting quietly......

"Hmm!"

I only heard a terrible scream coming from the video, and the owner of the voice was not Fang Yan, but the beast that called itself "Punisher".

"You...... You...... Your blood? How could it be ......"

The blue-faced blooded was extremely unwilling to let go of his lips and teeth, and the residual blood in his mouth was very strange, one moment it was like a volcanic dragon swimming in boiling magma, and the next second it was like the ice buried deep in the underground glacier for thousands of years, cold to the bone, and the worst thing was - there was a strong smell of alcohol.

Realizing that it was too late to accidentally ingest poisonous blood, his scarlet lips changed three times in just five seconds, first dyed with a layer of rich purple gas, then oozed a layer of miserable white frost, and finally returned to blood, but it was a red light that alternated between rise and fall, and the luster resembled the blood-colored four-leaf clover carved in the red brick ghost kiln in the ancient tomb of Dulan.

Bang!

The phone fell to the ground, the pupils of the blue-faced blood descendant became dim, and at the last moment of his life, his gaze stayed on the back of Fang Yan's neck, where there was a four-leaf mark that he had never seen before, but where he had heard it.

The two fell to the ground one after another, and Fang Yan fell to the cold blue brick road in a daze. Vague consciousness supported him to follow Master's voice to fumble for the location of the phone. But I still didn't hold on to the moment I started.

"Yan'er, Yan'er?"

The video call has not yet ended, Lao Shallot only sees the blurred starlight in the sky, and the picture seems to be frozen forever, fortunately, the network model of this old city has been very stable, as long as the mobile phone is not powered, the picture will always be retained.

The old shallot was helpless, so he could only do it in a hurry.

The intermittent honking of car horns in the distance was very harsh, making the already panicked people more and more anxious.

……

After about four or five minutes, another bloody shadow silently fell into this section of the old city alleyway.

A sickly white face breaks into the video frame of the old onion, he has familiar blood pupils and red lips, but his four fangs are playfully hidden to comfort the pretentious gentlemanly demeanor of the High Blood. This is a delicate face, a face that cannot be resisted by those girls who are obsessed with vampire American dramas.

He had the same delicate movements, it is not an exaggeration to say that it was pretentious, he carefully picked up Fang Yan's mobile phone, and had no pity for the corpse of his companion at his feet, but glared at him with disgust, but smiled at the old man in the video: "It's finally over...... Old thing, you're fast too. ”

"If you dare to touch him, even if I seek the Dragon Gate to have a grudge with the entire European Alien Circle, I will bloodied your Crescent Society!"

"Oh? Then come on. It's just a bunch of tomb robbers, so let's be honest. ”

"In any kingdom, as long as a person is a person, there is a tomb after death; If there is a tomb, it can be stolen; Theft, what kind of theft is it, is it to ruin the luck of your relatives and friends for ten years or a hundred years? Hundreds of years? Sorry, we have the final say! ”

"Really? Old fellow, I advise you to worry about yourself first, it's coming, others don't dare to say, you definitely can't escape, are you sure you can survive next month? ”

After that, he delicately lit up his slender index finger, like an embroidery needle in the hand of an embroiderer, and delicately clicked the "hang up" button of the video.

After doing all this, he seemed to be a different person, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were cold.

The fragrance of fresh serum in the air has long been uncontrollable, and I am afraid that the behavior of a low-grade bloodline has already gone out of control.

He had been patient in secret for a long time, convinced that there was indeed no "guardian" of "that kind of person" around, so he pounced on Fang Yan, stretched out his finger and dipped a drop on his bleeding neck, put it in his mouth very solemnly, and savored it carefully.

In order to find "that kind of person", Europe has successively entered four batches of alien warriors dormant in the Chinese alien circle, for three full years, the gods blessed, and finally the Crescent Blood Clan took the lead in finding this deeply hidden legendary bloodline.

The Fang family, who pretended to be smart, thought that sending Dumiao into the Dragon Gate would be able to hide people's eyes, but they didn't know that the identity of the tomb robber couldn't cover Fang Yan's job at all.

Especially in the natal year, it is impossible for "that kind of person" not to be exposed.

"Ahem...... Godfather, we've found him......"

Just a drop of blood moistened his throat, and Xiuqi and Blood choked violently, he couldn't wait to suppress the violent backlash flowing in his blood first, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone and pressed the record button.

It's an encrypted messaging software that can't talk directly, but can only be recorded and then encrypted and sent abroad, just to avoid China's alien circles and intelligence organizations that control cutting-edge technology.

"There is an unexpected surprise, the Irishman's favorite four-leaf clover, sure enough, it appeared in the land of Shenzhou, well, there are some other impurities in his blood, I will take a little sample, and let Scott bring it back to you in a few days, but before that, follow your teachings, I should kill him first......"