In a gloomy alley in Huanghua City, under the light of the dim street lamps, the huge demolition words written on the wall with red paint flashed with the light of money. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A woman in a white dress ran helplessly, the dimly lit alley growing gloomy with the sound of her heels tapping on the pavement.

"Hey..... You can't run away" Listening to the voice behind her, the helpless woman looked frightened, but accidentally fell into the mud, and suddenly the filthy mud stained the snow-white.

The woman looked desperately at the three men gathered around.

"Brother, do you want to intervene too?" said the bald head standing in the middle of the three men.

Looking at the man who suddenly appeared behind him, wearing a new women's dress, the woman's eyes became more and more gray as he fell in the mire.

"Meeting is fate, brother first...."Before the words were finished, the bald man looked at the man wrapped in his bat wings and biting his neck with a frightened expression.

From the artery where the bald man was cut, the blood spurted out, instantly staining the black batwings, and the other two accomplices who were clasped around the neck by the man in a lady's long skirt.

The man in the lady's long skirt threw the bald man on the ground like garbage with a disgusted face, opened his mouth and bit the remaining two people in his hand, but after cutting the throats of the two, the man still looked disgusted.

The man in the blood suddenly raised his head and roared, a drop of crimson blood drawing a perfect arc along the sharp fangs, flashing intoxicating in the dim street lamp.

The huge bat wings broke through the man's women's dress, and a perfect body like a sculpture appeared in the dim light of the street lamp, the sharp and soft muscles glittered in the moonlight, like a god, and the black bat wings torn off the camouflage drew the most feminine curves in the world.

In the dim light, in the wings of the evil bat, this man is like a poppy, full of beauty that has sunk into darkness.

The woman in her white dress, who was defiled by the filthy mud, looked at all this in front of her obsessively.

One, a pale hand reached out to the woman's side.

The woman who raised her head unexpectedly saw this man's eyes, what kind of eyes are these!

In the black eyes, there is an endless melancholy that people can't help but care, but it is extremely clear, like a child, but in the eyes that are brighter than the stars, the slightest hint of hunger and thirst makes people shudder.

Under the gaze of these eyes, the woman slashed her neck with the stone shards she had touched from the mire and clutched tightly in her hands, just to quench the hunger in the eyes of the man in front of her.

The gurgling blood slid down the woman's soft and white beauty, sliding out a line of temptation.

A man with golden eyes eagerly embraced a woman like a saint.

When the sharp fangs pierced the woman's artery, the woman let out a low grunt like a kitten.

The man greedily allowed to suck the total amount of money The woman's white neck, a wisp of blood that had not yet been swallowed, bloomed on the white skirt and a blood-colored lotus.

In the dim light, in the filthy mire, the kiss of the evil man, this woman with a holy face but a flushed face, immersed in pleasure.

With great difficulty, the man pulled out his fangs and allowed the woman to fall from bliss to the quagmire of filth.

The woman, who was entangled in the blood blooming like a lotus flower in the mire, looked at the man in front of her with wings and asked as if praying, "Who are you?"

The man with wings flapped replied, "Count"

The woman who fell into the mire murmured the man's name: "Earl........".

The evening breeze carries the restlessness of autumn, playfully fiddling with the wine bottles discarded in the living room, and the broken wooden door leans against the corner like an old man in the twilight, admiring the white gauze curtains dancing in the jingle sound.

Looking at the living room in front of him that was no different from when he left, Xie Zimu pursed his lips tightly, he didn't know how to face Zheng Yi, and at this time, an urge to flee was surging in his heart.

At dusk, the sound of low footsteps sounded in the dim bedroom, with a trace of fear, a trace of expectation, Xie Zimu looked at the dim bedroom with anxiety.

Is it him? Obviously he already knew the answer, Xie Zimu still asked himself.

In the cold moonlight, the two silent people in the dim living room looked at the friends in front of them who were familiar with each other as if they were familiar with themselves, but they gradually felt a little strange.

A handful of flames with a flickering orange-red light dispelled the darkness in the living room, and Zheng Yi, who was squirming his lips, seemed to say something, but Xie Zimu, who was standing opposite him, did not hear the slightest sound.

With the clatter of the black police standard pistol being discarded on the ground by Zheng Yi, the flames swaying with orange-red light erupted like a volcanic eruption, and the "Flame Beast.Angry Dragon" enveloped Zheng Yi's resentful fire dragon and devoured the sluggish Xie Zimu.

Looking at Xie Zimu, who was still sluggish in the raging flames, a touch of golden light condensed into a long knife in Zheng Yi's hand, and his white knuckles tightly clutched Xie Zimu, who was swallowed by the flames, but the originally stable light blade was trembling.

Suddenly, the fierce flames scattered like frightened fireflies, Xie Zimu, who was holding the blood-colored long sword, looked at Zheng Yi who was trembling lightly, and in a golden light, the light blade was driven by Zheng Yi's trembling arms, drawing a golden curve and slashing at Xie Zimu fiercely.

Like the roar of steel, the clashing swords burst out in the air, "Why you?" Zheng Yi, whose red eyes were red, squeezed out a sentence from his mouth with difficulty.

Under the control of the master, the blood-colored long sword that opened the light blade, like a light blade, slashed towards Zheng Yi's whitish fingers, and the light blade picked up on his backhand not only flew towards his fingers, but also almost split Xie Zimu's chest in two.

Covering the scars on his chest, Xie Zimu looked indifferently at Zheng Yi, who was holding the light blade, and said, "If your consciousness is only like this, then you can't kill me."

As soon as the words fell, the wound on Xie Zimu's chest had already healed, "Only in this way can you kill me!" Xie Zimu, who made a decapitation movement on his neck, with a smile, explained the way to kill himself as if he was explaining the way to cook a chicken.

Looking at Xie Zimu with a solemn face, the irrepressible sadness engulfed Zheng Yi's soul, trembling lips, opening again and again, silent again and again, Zheng Yi, who stayed in Xie Zimu's bedroom, prayed more than once for Xie Zimu's "disappearance"

Her smile and her will became clearer in the prayers again and again, and Zheng Yi, who was holding the light blade tightly, asked tremblingly: "Do you know that she only has you in her heart? Do you know what she said when she was dying? Do you know that the only one in my heart is her? Do you know that she asks me to forgive you and take care of you?"

At this time, Zheng Yi, who was as fragile as a child, covered his face tightly, trembling, and wailing.

But Xie Zimu, who was holding a blood-colored long sword, was like a bullet out of the chamber, cold and hot, and pounced on Zheng Yi...........