When Ya Wei frantically smashed Xi Yao's chest, her trembling fingers groped for the blade on her waist, and accidentally scratched her hand because of panic, she didn't have the heart to feel such an insignificant pain, she only felt that her chest was about to explode.

Xi Yao raised her hand tremblingly, but she couldn't raise it highly, obviously it was a few steps away, but the blade seemed to be a hundred and eight thousand miles away from her throat.

Ya Wei lowered her eyes, saw the blade in Xi Yao's hand, and asked, "Do you want to kill me, or do you want to free yourself?"

Xi Yao was so painful that she couldn't open her eyes, let alone pick up the fluttering blade, which seemed to have become a thousand pounds at the moment.

Ya Ya let go of Xi Yao's hair, picked up her wrist, and with a "click", the bone in the middle of nowhere was crushed by him again, and the blade in her hand was like a fallen leaf, flipped and fell to the ground. He dragged her to the wall, raised her hand high, and pressed it against the wall.

"Ah——!h

Xi Yao's fingers seemed to be cut off from the nerves in her brain, and she kept shaking uncontrollably, and the hand was nailed to the wall by Ya Ya with her fangs, piercing the bones in her palm.

Ya Wei tore off a portrait of Ya Yu and pasted it on the wall next to Xi Yao, he held up her chin, looked at it carefully, compared it, and said, "Eyes, not like, nose, not like, mouth, not like, not like anywhere, not like at all." ”

"Kill me, kill me......" Xi Yao realized that vampires can't be provoked, especially pure-blooded vampires, and they shouldn't be involved in their affairs and death.

"Why didn't you have such an awareness before you came here?" said Ya Wei, breaking off Xi Yao's other fangs, and once again ripping open the re-healing wound on her chest, and asked with a smile, "What about this man who has imprinted on you? Does he know that you are now my wife? Does he know that you are in my hands at the moment?" Although Ya Wei said this, he remembered in his mind that Ya Qi was looking at Ya Yu's gaze, which really made him feel extremely disgusted.

"I've waited for her for seventeen years, watching her grow up, how much I look forward to her growth, but she's not mine, how ridiculous! If it weren't for me, how would she be alive now? Those little ghosts, none of them can live until now! I want their lives, it's just a matter of probing for things, and if I don't thank Dade, they still want to kill me?"

A vampire's voice rang out outside the door, "Master." ”

"Come in. As he spoke, he walked over to the table, and seemed tired, so he sat down on a stool, poured a glass of wine, and drank it all.

The vampire who came in glanced at Xi Yao nailed to the wall, her head bowed, her body stained with blinding blood, staining her new clothes red. He walked up to Yaqi and said a few words, only to see that Yaqi was suddenly annoyed, smashed the wine glass in his hand to pieces, he clenched his fingers, and spit out a name: "Yaqi!"

Yaya, who was about to leave, suddenly remembered something, walked up to Xi Yao again, pulled out the fangs stuck in her chest, and stabbed them into her throat to prevent her wounds from healing until she bled dry or suffocated to death, because in his hands, none of the women who married him could live, it was customary.

Like a gust of wind, Ya disappeared, but left the vampire just now, according to Ya Ya's meaning, he was responsible for watching the woman die until he died, he was expressionless, and gave her the last restraints, so that she could not move, to prevent her from breaking free.

Xi Yao gasped for air, and her trachea had already been punctured, and it was difficult to breathe, and the feeling of suffocation rushed straight to her brain, and the vampire did not leave until her consciousness gradually blurred.

Not long after he left his house, he met Aqi and the strange half-corpses behind him, several of whom he knew.

Ya Wei smiled and said, "Semi-finished products dare to be used too?"

"Yes, the blood of a wizard is too low, it can only go to this point, it is the limit," Yaqi looked calm, waved his hand, and the half-corpse man rushed straight at Yaqi, Yaqi pulled out the Yadu sword on his waist, and said, "To awaken the finished product, you also need the noble blood of your uncle!" The last five words, Yaqi's tone was full of disdain and disdain.

For the sake of these half-corpses, Yaqi sacrificed many of his own apostles, and sure enough, he did not disappoint, a half-corpse man can top hundreds of ordinary apostles. At the same time, Ya Wei was also surrounded by many half-corpses, a fight that had been brewing for many years finally no longer had to be hidden, the moonlight was stained red by blood, it didn't matter whether the blood was noble or low, as long as it was blood, it was just as gratifying. Ayan's mansion was invaded, and for a while, the ground was full of corpses.

Ya Wei was up and down, and several bloody wounds suddenly appeared, but it was not a big deal to be injured by the half-corpse man, the wound was healing rapidly, for him, it was just some blood, like being bitten by a mosquito.

"Half-finished is half-finished, haha!" said Assa even more unscrupulously, his fangs and nails torn open again and again and pounced on his half-corpse, he didn't care if he was evil or not, because no one was more disgusting than him.

The cut by Yadujian is indeed lethal and destroys the vampire's self-healing ability, but Yaqi is like a milk doll with milk teeth just full of baby teeth for Yaqi, who is more than 900 years old, and the disparity in strength causes him to not be able to hurt Yaya's vital point at all.

After a long time, Yaqi tore those half-corpses apart one by one, his body was covered with black blood, except for the wound cut by Yadujian, the rest of the wounds had basically healed, he walked towards the young Yaqi, with the tone of an elder, and said, "Yaqi, uncle admires you very much, but it's a pity that you are too young." You are already very good, you can calm down more than your brothers, and you can use your brains more, and if you grow up, you will indeed be a good ruler, so, my uncle decided not to let you grow up. ”

"Hehe, huh?" Aqi smiled and withdrew his sword, stabbing it into the scabbard at his waist.

Ayaki didn't understand and asked, "Little ghost, what do you mean?"

Yaqi took a step back, but his body moved into the distance in an instant, and he leaned against the wall, looking at Yaqi nonchalantly.

It was the same as the breath that Yaqi smelled, getting closer and closer, until a silver-haired young man appeared in his purple-gold eyes, and as he expected, Xi Yao was really an ordinary person with great value.

The second daughter of the Duke of Lutaven was chosen by Aza and had nothing to do with Azir, but that night he summoned Count Isoan and asked Count Isoan to replace the righteous daughter with the second daughter of Duke Lutaven and send her to Aar's mansion. Therefore, on the second day of the feast, Count Isoan went to the Xilan Hall early in the morning to pick up Xi Yao.

What kind of place is Weilu Palace, how many people dare to go? Since that young man is willing to go to Weilu Palace for Xi Yao, then he will definitely come here for her. It's just that I don't know if she's dead, and if she hadn't, this young man might not have been willing to kill Yaya.

Xun didn't pay attention to Yaqi and Yaya, Gu Zi walked by, pushed open a door, but didn't find Xi Yao, and then pushed open another door, still didn't see it.

"Boy, are you blind? don't you see me?" Ya Wei looked at Ya Qi in surprise, being directly ignored by the other party, it was really annoying, he looked at Ya Qi who was leaning against the wall in the distance, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Wait to see the results, see if she is dead, and, see how you die," the smile on Yaqi's face was not at all deep at his age, he could feel that this silver-haired young man was by no means an ordinary person, the smile on Yaqi's face instantly turned into a brilliant flower, and he turned around and left as he spoke, "Interesting, completely beyond my imagination." ”

Soon after Yaqi left, the door of Yaqi's mansion popped open, and a silver-haired boy holding a blue sword appeared at the door. Without waiting for Ya to wonder if this person was the same person who had just ignored him, the young man suddenly appeared in front of him, accompanied by a bloodthirsty and evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

And Yaqi's departure was nothing more than because he felt a demonic murderous aura sweeping over, from far to near, he was convinced that there would be a happy ending tonight.

"Uh-hmm-" Ji Twin Spirit Sword was like a bloodthirsty evil spirit, without any lingering or pausing.

He pushed open a door and saw Xi Yao nailed to the wall, he pulled out the fangs stuck in her throat, but did not arouse her desire to breathe again, he pulled out the fangs nailed to her palm, picked up a soft body, and left the room covered with portraits.

Ya Shi retreated into the distance, and looked down at the bloody wound cut by the blue long sword, although the wound was very deep, it was not a Yadu sword after all, and it would not inhibit his ability to heal himself. At the same time, he also discovers that the boy is not a vampire, which means that if he makes a few cuts in his body, he will continue to bleed until he dies.

Xun doesn't like blood, at least he tries to suppress the desire to create death, so at this moment, as in the future, he stays away from killing, Gu Zi leaves with Xi Yao in his arms, and at this moment he is different from usual, today, he doesn't want to stop his brother from killing people at all.

Xi glanced at Xi Yao in her arms, it was really strange, he felt inexplicably annoyed when he saw the messy blood stains on her body.

Shu turned his head, looked at Yaya, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and said, "I don't like you, you stained the smell I like." For the first time, Xi admitted that he liked the smell of Xi Yao.

"What?!" Ya was stunned, are children nowadays so rude to speak?

Ji's twin spirit sword pierced the quiet air, and blood splattered gorgeously, like a little light scattered by an elegant dancer. The starlight was faint, not as short as the short blue halo left by the spirit sword. Ya Wei is not an ordinary person, he has lived for so many years, he did not live in vain, he has killed far more people than Xi who likes to soak in the breath of death.