"Christopher, I want you dead!"

In the darkness, with a loud roar, a black shadow sprang out of the crowd like a flea.

He ran all the way, knocking dozens of bewildered young men and women into the air, and when he landed, he didn't seem to be breathless, but this did not affect his pace in the slightest, and in the blink of an eye he pierced through the floor and rushed into the second floor of the bar.

The two short blades held by the black shadow in both hands were full of layers of blood flames, and they rushed straight to the coffin in front of him, and in the cold blood light, his distorted and pale face was filled with endless hatred.

"Die!"

The short blades staggered and pulled out the remnants of the Dao, and directly slashed down with unparalleled force, and the airflow of the blades even blew up the curtains not far away.

Before the short blade could slash into the pitch-black coffin, the blood on the blade fell on the coffin first, like burning alcohol, quickly spreading into the coffin and penetrating into it.

In the next second, the flat coffin turned around and suddenly stood up, and boundless waves of blood poured out from the cracks in the coffin, directly extinguishing the blood flames and rushing straight to the man in front of him.

"Michael, I've finally waited for you to come to me!"

The coffin opened automatically, and a straight, well-dressed tuxedo man with a pointed chin and smoky black circles and combed hair stared at him with burning eyes.

He looked to be in his seventies, but he was not sluggish in his movements, and even quicker than a normal person.

As early as the moment the coffin opened, he was already mixed in the waves of blood and rushed straight in front of Michael.

The white fingers grabbed directly at his head, and the five sharp nails collided with the short blade that Michael was protecting in front of him like sharp daggers, making a sound of gold and iron.

"Michael, your posture just now is too ugly, like a big flea, even more rude than those stinky werewolves, didn't your parents teach you a little bit of the elegance of the bloodline?"

Christopher grabbed the twin blades and easily pressed Michael to his knees, and countless bloody hands stretched out from the waves of blood surging up behind him, tearing at his body, and then sneering at him in a subtle tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, please forgive me for my memory getting worse, after all, I'm four hundred and seventy years old and much older than you, forgetting that you have no parents now, and you're already an unsupervised bastard. ”

Michael looked at the smug head above with a pale face, but from the huge suppression between the blood ranks, the power he was originally proud of was like a void, and he couldn't fully exert it at all, so he could only support it with difficulty.

He raised his head to look at the ugly guy in front of him, and yelled at him in disbelief, "Christopher, you, you have stepped into the scourge? Haven't you already broken the blood core in your heart by Master Casa? How can it be that nothing has happened? I can clearly feel that you are using the magic weapon of the dark wizard Kularen to recover from your injuries. ”

Christopher grinned, two sharp teeth glowing with a strange glow.

"Yes, I was crushed in the heart by that old fellow. But the great Lord Deanson gave me that old fellow and made me swallow his blood. So, you should call me Viscount Christopher now. Do you understand?"

"As for Kukaren's magic weapon, hahaha! Michael, you are still so naïve, you will believe whatever others say. Did your mind become stupid after becoming a daywalker?" Viscount Christopher looked at him with a smile on his face.

He leaned his head down, his face close to Michael, and said to him in a seductive tone, "Michael, hand over the Book of Blood to Carestador! Don't you want to see Serena again? I remember that you have been a couple for two hundred years, don't you really want to see her again?"

"Phew, you damn bastard, betrayed family smash, the Book of Blood Karestador I would never have given you. You will die and flatter your new master. Michael was not moved at all, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood foam.

"Michael, your rudeness has simply disappointed me. Christopher's smiling face had become expressionless.

In the face of the oncoming blood foam, he didn't dodge, and he didn't even look at it.

In the next second, among the rolling blood flowing behind him, a wave of blood turned into a hard and thick pillar of blood, accurately blocking the blood foam and then rushing towards Michael's face.

"Ahh Woo!!"

Before Michael could scream, the blood column had already penetrated his mouth, and it went straight into his throat and stomach, and by the way, the original blood foam was returned.

Christopher looked at Michael, who was retching, with a bloody glow on his palm, and directly cast the bloodline's talent spell Vampire Touch, and then grabbed his short dark green hair almost black and pulled his head up.

He stared into Michael's eyes and said coldly, "Listen, I've never been a coward of your secret party, just hiding in the crowd and surviving like a rat in the sewers. We are a noble blood clan, the creatures of the whole world are our prey, we should be the masters of this world, this can only be achieved by the demon party, how can you rats understand?"

Christopher paused and continued, "So, I have never turned my back on the family, I have never considered myself a member of the Ex family, I have long been a member of the great demon leader Hebason family, do you understand? ”

"Huh!!! ”

Michael opened his mouth, which had become a bloody hole, and let out a few miserable snorts with difficulty, still looking at him mockingly in his eyes, unmoved.

Christopher looked at Michael's resolute eyes, knowing that words alone would not do the job, and that it was not very possible for him to hand over the Book of Blood, Carrestato. But he had to get his hands on the holy book that turned ordinary vampires into Daywalkers and Children of the Night, and it was an important asset for him to establish himself in the Hebson family.

Otherwise, in the eyes of other blood clans, he will always be just a traitor who has turned his back on his family.

With a cruel smile on Christopher's face, he said to Michael, "Okay, Michael, I hope you keep going, we have time to play." ”

He slapped his slap lightly, and soon, the door to the next room opened.

The two blood slaves pulled a naked beauty ** who knelt on all fours, his eyes were blank, and his mouth was constantly dripping with saliva, and then respectfully handed the chain glowing with magic to Viscount Christopher.

"Catherine!!

Michael looked at the familiar face in front of him, his face distorted like a demon, and he was about to pounce on Christopher like crazy.

It's just that the waves of blood rolling on the carpet bound him in place, unable to move.

"Catherine!! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you. I swear, Christopher, I'm going to kill you. ”

Christopher looked at Michael, who was in pain, and his expression became more and more excited. He grabbed the beauty ** under him and ravaged her frantically in her screams.

"Michael, I tell you, no one here can kill me, no one can kill Viscount Christopher. We've got a lot of time left, and I think you'll love the next game, hahahaha. ”

Christopher looked at the desperate Michael and laughed wildly, his expression became more and more hideous and excited, and the elegance of the original disguise had long been gone.

In the bar downstairs, Simon was about to enjoy the show upstairs for a while, when more than twenty blood slaves with sharp teeth had rushed towards him in the crowd of frantically fleeing.

They could see clearly that the guy in front of them had destroyed the circuit in the bar, so he must be in league with the guy upstairs.

Simon looked at the blood slave who rushed over, and smiled helplessly, he originally wanted to watch a child's play for a while, but it seemed that he couldn't see it.

In the next second, his figure suddenly disappeared in front of the rushing blood slaves, and then appeared under an advertising light license plate outside the bar.

Simon looked at the bar in the distance and flicked the Eternal Mirror in his ear.

"Show me your power, Christina. ”

"Yes, Father. Let me put on a great show for you. Christina, the queen of ants, covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, her eyes were full of excitement and joy, not caring at all that her opponent's strength was far superior to her.

She can't wait to put on a great show for her father.