The wind rose, and even the morning wind gradually weakened in the thicker autumn mood, and the first withered yellow leaves that were torn off by the autumn wind were carried to the sky before they fell, and they had already been torn apart by the invisible aura between Xie Zimu and Zheng Yi. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wood come back with me!" Zheng Yi, who had been silent for a long time, took the lead in breaking the suffocating silence on the rooftop.

"You know" Xie Zimu unbuttoned one of the buttons on his shirt before continuing: "Our paths are different, I live in the past, and you live in the present!"

The empty rooftop fell silent again.

"Ah Yi, you know, the only goal of the blood clan to support me to continue to live is to find Xiao Zheng, you believe he is dead, but I don't think so!" Xie Zimu took out one of the cigarettes he took out of his trouser pocket and threw the remaining cigarettes to Zheng Yi again.

Rubbing his fingers against the trademark on the cigarette package, Zheng Yi whispered timidly: "In case, I mean in case, Xiaojiao ..... her."

"No whatever!" Xie Zimu interrupted Zheng Yi's so-called what to do with a hideous face, he lowered his head and took a deep puff of his cigarette, and said flatly: "If there is really this in case, hehe" Xie Zimu suddenly laughed, and Xie Zimu's indifferent voice sounded faintly in the laughter that made Zheng Yi creep.

"Then I'll kill them all. Kill all the golden-eyed family, friends, lovers, including those who know him, and I will erase all traces of his existence."

The two of them looked at Xie Zimu smiling in front of them in disbelief, "I think in this case, I don't think my eternal life will be too boring!" Under the golden sunlight, Xie Zimu's white teeth flickered charmingly, but they were like a cold luster like the scythe of death.

"What about Vivian?" Zheng Yi, who was full of bitterness, suddenly asked.

Xie Zimu suddenly froze, and Zheng Yi continued to ask: "Then what should she do? What should she do with that simple girl? What will she do after the catastrophe?"

"She's just a substitute for Xiao Tribulation, just a substitute, and after finding Xiao Tribulation, I will give him the opportunity to merge with me!! Zheng Yi looked at Xie Zimu who answered him in disbelief, is he still the gentle and cheerful boy he knows, is he still the boy who takes care of all his emotions, is he still the boy who has a crush on Xiao Zheng?

"That's enough, it's not, it's not a boy who has a crush on Xiao Zheng! Open your humanity again, wood, if you continue like this, you will lose yourself!" The bitter Zheng Yi looked at his red-eyed beast-like old friend and persuaded hard, and his trembling voice unconsciously carried a hint of pleading.

The wind is getting stronger.

Xie Zimu suddenly pulled out a giant scythe from his chest, and the black-red fire floating on the fang-like scythe blade in the bleak autumn wind disappeared with a faintly audible wail.

"Enough! I have my life, you have yours, don't judge my past by your future! Why should I go back? Go back to the life of stealing foul-smelling expired blood from the hospital? Why should I listen to you again?" In Xie Zimu's angry roar, a blood-colored knife shot out from the slashing scythe blade, and slashed straight at Zheng Yi, who was full of anger.

The scorching flames rose in the twilight, and the golden light on the raging flames wandered like an electric snake, but it only wrapped Zheng Yi's palm, just the blood-colored knife that looked like a substance was grabbed in his hand, and the blood-colored knife light on both hands made a slight force, and the blood-colored knife made a sound like glass smashing, and then floated into fragments in the sky.

"Maybe it's really like you said! I'm a monster, a monster that feeds on my own kind, since I'm already a monster!

Xie Zimu's cold and ruthless words echoed on the empty rooftop, but the people had long since disappeared!

A few blocks from the rooftop, on Xiangsheli Street, Vivian, who was serving a cup of coffee to a customer, suddenly felt that someone was watching her, but when she looked back, she only saw passers-by in a hurry and hawkers on Yan Street.

"Vivi, the guests at table seven have ordered!"

"Well, it's coming!" the girl who shook her head hurried back to work, but looked at the golden-rimmed rose on the counter and smiled cutely.

"I remember, you woke up in a café and worked in a café!" Xie Zimu, who had turned into a bat hiding in a tree branch, looked at the smiling girl and said.

Until nightfall, the end of the day's work in the café, Vivien returned home again, and watched the girl's bat fluttering its wings and leaving, looking at the bat that gradually disappeared into the night sky, Lu Yi looked thoughtfully at the closed apartment No. 73, and turned around with a wry smile and walked towards the dilapidated hotel facing the No. 73 apartment.

"Damn it, do you want to live in such a shitty hotel? Don't you even have a better hotel? Damn it!"

At the same time, the bat that had left in the uninhabited alley turned into a human form again, looking at the ultra-long-range alchemy communication device that had been flickering non-stop, a strange smile appeared on Xie Zimu's face, "Central Street, okay, I know!" After putting the communication device in his hand back into his pocket again, Xie Zimu, who had turned into a bat, flew to the manor belonging to the Lessenlu clan.

Unlike the quiet and antiquity of the Camarilla's hidden Confederate estate, the Lessenlu clan estate, located on Berlin's busiest central boulevard, has all the hallmarks of modern architecture: practicality and harmony, but even on the central avenue, where land is at a premium, the Lessenlu clan still occupies a large part of the land like their own estates, with three small three-storey buildings made of white marble connected like beasts lying on a neat lawn carefully tended by gardeners.

A wrought-iron fence about ten feet high and thick trees completely divided the noisy street and the quiet manor into two worlds, Xie Zimu in front of the iron gate pressed the doorbell and looked around with interest at the pedestrians who were pointing at him, and his sensitive ears could still hear the mockery of his own incompetence from time to time.

But with the opening of the wrought iron gate, after the young attendant wearing a black tuxedo and glasses on his eye sockets respectfully invited Xie Zimu in, he originally said, "What kind of group am I, the president of the group is not qualified to enter, just because this hairy boy also wants to enter?"

As the wrought iron gate slowly closed, Xie Zimu, who was holding the left arm of the attendant, got into a carriage with two thoroughbred horses as the support of the beast.