When night falls, the entire cabin is drowsy, and night is the best protective color for the Bloodline. Morrow stood on the deck, letting the sea breeze blow her hood away, her loose robe obscuring her ungraspable waist, now carved into shape by the wind. She looked up and saw a sky full of stars, which was something that had never existed in the blood world, because it was protected by an enchantment, there would be no stars, only a faint light of moonlight shining through the thick enchantment, and suddenly a hand was on her shoulder, it was not a human hand She was sure that it would not be so cold and pale. It wasn't even the hand of their group, it was the hand of another blood clan.

The hand was extremely fast, and soon wanted to clamp her throat, Moro grabbed the hand that was swimming upwards with his backhand, and threw the owner of the hand against the railing of the deck with a loud noise, and the man was also extremely nimble, and instantly got up and pounced again.

Mo Luo couldn't make a sound for fear of disturbing the humans on the ship, so she tightened her hood, and the man grabbed a silver dagger in a flash of silver, heading straight for her throat, and she dodged it, but when she turned around, she glanced at the red tattoo on the back of the man's neck - it was the killer of the Xitai tribe, and the red tattoo was two intersecting swords.

"Heta's people?" She was amazed that she would encounter such a killer as soon as she left the Demon Party, "I have never provoked the Neutral Party, why did I commit such a killer." ”

"Hand over the bone harp." The man said in a hoarse voice.

Mo Luo didn't answer him, he heard the word Gu Qin had already started to kill, his aqua blue eyes suddenly turned blood red, the red light in his right hand condensed, the long sword had come out, only one sword was a killing move, sealing his throat, blood gushed out from the wound on his neck, staining the entire deck, at this time Roland arrived, just in time to see Mo Luo throw the man's body into the sea

The sea turned red, and the man's body turned into a puff of black smoke that rose, along with the blood that stained the deck red.

"Xitai's contract killer?" Roland apparently knew that too.

"That's right, only Xitai's contract killer will disappear when the mission fails. They are cursed from the moment they are first embraced, and their mission can only succeed and not fail, and once they die, their bodies will disappear to avoid falling into the hands of the enemy. ”

"As soon as we got out of the border, there was a chase, and it looked like we were being targeted."

"The human world is not peaceful, and killing people does not need a reason and no consequences, which is why the Neutral Party is so rampant in the human world."

"That's right, I'm afraid they have some purpose." His expression became strange,

She walked to the edge of the fence and looked at the sea level in the distance, and slowly spoke, "We have a special identity, and we are good targets in ourselves, no matter who among us is killed or injured, it will be a heavy blow to the Demon Party. She cleverly avoided what the killer had already said he was for.

"But you and I have never officially appeared in the Demon Party, and not many people know who we are," Roland asked rhetorically, not believing her.

"Xitai is probably also testing our strength." She stared at the sea and said calmly,

"There have always been rumors of the resurgence of the Xitai, but there have been more and more traces of the Xitai people's activities recently, so let's be careful, after all, our power in the human world is still inferior to the neutral party."

"What I'm thinking is, does this person represent the Hittai or the Centrist Party? Because the neutral party is partially disintegrated, the neutral party alliance cannot control the various ethnic groups and only an empty shell is left, if it is only Xitai's own recovery has nothing to do with the neutral party, then the situation can also be controlled, after all, if Xitai has the support of the neutral party, then the threat to the demon party is still very great. ”

"We don't know about this yet, but at least one thing is certain, Xitai is returning."

"It's going to be a dangerous trip."

"That's right." Mo Luo rubbed his eyebrows, it seems that this trip to the world is not as free and easy as he imagined.

"But we'll be on the shore soon, and we'll talk about it until we get ashore."

After a long voyage, they finally arrived at the destination of their trip, the Duchy of Mister, said to be a principality but like a city, the weather here is very beautiful for the blood clan, the year-round fog is like a natural barrier, blocking the deadly sunlight, providing a natural barrier, this is also the most concentrated blood gathering place in the human world. Unlike the stereotypical cities of the human world in the textbooks, Mister's prosperity does not seem to be worse than the main city of Ales of the Demon Party. It was evening when the ship docked, and the dock was still full of people, and the people on the shore waved frantically and shouted the names of their relatives and friends. Although I read a lot of city introductions when I left, I really walked into the city and found that I couldn't write even one ten-thousandth of what was written in the book. Mister, who had been a starry dot a few hours ago, was now in front of him in its entirety, and the moment he stepped off the side of the ship, he blended into the city and became a part of it, which made Moro a little surprised.

The tolerance of outsiders in this city is unexpectedly high when I first came to this city, and with Roland, fortunately, I am not short of money, and the apartment was quickly found, and the four of them settled down.

It was always a foggy day, and unlike the cold and snow of Ales, which was cold and cold all year round, it was damp and shady, the fog obscured the sun, and the ground was always damp and reflected in the water, but even then Moro wore a huge hood to block out the sun.

The children on the side of the street laughed and picked up the dirty, half-broken broom from the ground, and chased after it, screaming and laughing, shouting, "You're a witch, you're going to pick up a broom." The woman who sat by the door weaving lace, occasionally raised her eyes to see the children who were playing, and the speeding carriage roared through the muddy road and splashed on the woman's woven lace, and she yelled at the speeding carriage and entered the house helplessly with the woven lace. The drunkard at the end of the alley, who had been drunk in the alley last night, woke up staggeringly, and fell down again without taking two steps, as if he were dead, and the woman who had hurried away walked carefully past his body with a dark coarse cloth dress, and glanced at the look of disgust on her face. It was just that in a trance, it seemed as if some crowd was shouting, and the whole street was almost empty, and everyone was running towards the intersection. Looking at a high platform that has been erected from afar, a fire and a stake have been erected, and if you listen carefully, it turns out that people are chanting "burn the witch" and "burn the witch!" "Burn them"

Three poor, bruised women were tied with their backhands, their white robes covered in blood, and the rattling of heavy chains as they walked barefoot, and they walked up to the wooden platform, where they were tied to the stake that had been erected for a long time.

The shouts ringing in my ears were so piercing, burn the witch, burn the witch.

"What did they do wrong?" Moro asked softly.

"They are witches, they bring diseases, they seduce the opposite sex with witch ointment to kill men, they ride brooms at night for witch gatherings, they deserve to die!" The more the man spoke, the more agitated he became, and some of them followed and shouted, "Burn the witch!" Burn the witch! "The sound was deafening.

The crowd in the audience has become more and more excited, almost rushing to the stage, as if they want to kill them with their own hands.

The police who stopped in front of the high platform held shields against the crowd that was constantly commotioning and wanted to move forward, and even the policemen waved batons and kept driving them away, but even then the whole crowd was still chaotic.

The sound of "Peng", which was fired by the executioner, was more direct than any shout, and finally calmed down the restless crowd, and the executioner read out their indictments and burned them at the stake, so as to cleanse their sinful souls.

An old woman dressed in shabby clothes at the bottom cried out in a coma, crying out loudly, "My daughter is not a witch, she is not!" Soon her hoarse voice was drowned out by the shouts of the crowd.

Four or five torches were poured on the grass from the vats, and the flames scurried up, and from the corners of the skirts of the three women began to ignite the deadly tongues of fire, and the piercing screams pierced the sky, and Moro's ice-blue eyes were full of dancing flames.

Humans also slaughter their own kind, she has never seen a god in this world, nor has she ever seen a witch, maybe she doesn't know much about this world, the flames that rise inch by inch quickly burn all the clothes and burn the skin, the terrible screams of those women who are suffering, her face is distorted and terrifying, she feels uncomfortable, her eyes can't help but turn blood red, she is a blood clan who lives on blood and feeds on humans, but at this moment she is so sympathetic to humans.

The crowd in the audience was in high spirits and even excited, their eyes were full of excitement, just like the blood clan who saw blood, and the torture reached a climax in the shouting.

Moro tightened his hood and slowly moved away from the frenzied humans.

She feeds on blood, while they take pleasure in bloodlust.

She walked on the street in a trance, I don't know how long she walked, it seemed that the inhumane torture had ended, the people on the street began to slowly increase again, suddenly remembered that the purpose of her going out today was to change some washing things, and hurriedly walked in the direction of the apartment, it was not early, turned around and turned into the alley, her steps were very light but there seemed to be a footstep behind her, and there seemed to be more than one, she turned around but there was no one behind her, she already knew in her heart, and then turned back that the person had jumped from the eaves, The body is light and still dressed in black, and the silver dagger in his right hand has been taken out.

Behind him, another person landed on the ground, and there were two people squatting on the eaves, a premeditated encirclement.

The four Xi Tai killers did not fully grasp the habitual one-hit kill.

Mo Luo didn't say more than half a word, he had already dodged and jumped on the left wall to kick one on the eaves on the left, the action was amazingly fast, and the killer of Xi Tai was never slow, the person on the eaves on the right had already jumped in the direction of Mo Luo when he saw this, and the silver dagger in both hands slashed through the buckle in front of Mo Luo's robe, Mo Luo dodged when he saw this, and his robe was pierced by the killer of Xi Tai who jumped towards Mo Luo.

Moro jumped to the other wall, she couldn't deal with so many people at once, she could only get out and rush out of the gap, only to be grabbed by the neck by a killer behind her. She hadn't used a weapon yet, so the blood light in her left hand condensed a silver dagger in her hand, and stabbed back, and when she was about to stab, the other three other killers had already pounced, and the silver dagger slipped from her hand, and stabbed in the air, and the tip of one of the killer's knives had grazed her chest. But at this moment, there was a black shadow that dodged and solved the two people with only one sword, which was clean and scary. The corpse turned into black smoke, and without hesitation, Moro kicked the dagger that fell to the ground, turned upwards, and strangled the killer who held him hostage in the air.

The man on the other side moved faster, and the silver dart that broke out of his hand pierced the man's chest, and the man turned into black ashes and smoke before he could even make a sound.

Seeing this, Moro picked up the robe on the ground and draped it over his body, wanting to leave.

"I saved your life, and you don't even say thank you? Fair...... Miss Demon Party. ”

Mo Luo stopped, "How do you know that I am a member of the Demon Party, and what do you want, I am penniless." ”

The man's movements were extremely fast and instantly moved in front of Mo Luo, Mo Luo saw his face clearly, it was a pair of eyes that Mo Luo would never forget, extremely deep dark blue, like an abyss under the sea that could not see the bottom, the water chestnut had distinct facial features but were exquisite, and the dark aura exuded from his body almost suffocated everyone who came into contact with him, such a powerful aura made people shudder. At the same time, he was sure that this was not the face of an inferior blood clan, obviously he was a little too pale, and his strength was too strong, and the cold that could not be suppressed could be felt even if he was a little far away.

"Intuition." The man pressed Mo Luo directly against the wall, clamped her hands against the wall, and made her unable to move, how could she have been in such close contact with a man and just wanted to get out quickly.

"Don't be so cheesy." His face was lowered and he looked into her eyes, and she did not flinch, but looked straight over and asked, "What do you really want?" Who are you and why did you save me? Morrow said.

"You've got too many questions." The man's legs controlled her legs that were constantly trying to move, "Don't think about messing around, your skills are not enough to escape from me." ”

"Answer my question." She tried to struggle, but in vain, her strength was clearly a world of difference from his.

"Don't worry, let me guess who you are, you will be hunted down by four hithers. And your face makes me think I've seen it somewhere. ”

"It's just that I'm mediocre, so I don't want you to remember."

"Oh?" The man smiled playfully, "Plain looking? I guess that term doesn't quite suit you. ”

The man was about to speak, but he was attracted by a voice, and he looked up at the end of the alley.

"Let her go." Roland's voice suddenly appeared on the corner of the alley.

The man let go of the grip on Moro's body, still pressing her hand against the wall, "It turns out that you are already famous. ”

Moro glanced at him, thinking that there was no need to explain anything to him.

"Your Excellency saved me, and I will repay you." Morro whispered.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it." He smiled wickedly, "I think I'll see you again." ”

After saying that, the man had already disappeared.

Back in the apartment where the four were staying, Dolores and Barnett were missing, and the apartment was turned upside down.

"Looks like it's not safe here anymore, we have to go."

"Contact Dolores and Barnett first."

Dolores and Barnett are also hunted by Hita in the apartment, more of a theft than a hunt, and they seem to be looking for something, but they find nothing.

Contacted Dolores and Barnett with the Blood Mirror, saying that they would come over and meet them soon.

"Morrow, look at me."

Moro packed up his clothes, but his hands froze when he heard this.

"What's wrong?" He was still calm

Roland threw her shoulders and made her turn, trying to see something in his eyes, but it seemed as if he could see anything.

"Tell me, are you hiding something from me."

"What can I hide from you?" Morrow smiled in disguise, then turned around and went back to pack his clothes.

"Xitai came to you three times and twice, but you only told me because you are the heir of the Demon Party? I'm afraid it's not that simple. ”

"The situation is unclear at the moment, and they are obviously looking for something." Morrow had already voiced his doubts in advance.

"That's exactly what I want to know." also knew that he couldn't hide it for long, and Roland's meticulousness and meticulousness would probably be known in a while.

"You really don't know." He knew he couldn't ask anything, he was just making a final struggle.

"Of course." Moro didn't even have an expression on her face when she lied, in fact, she felt guilty in her heart, but she hid it well at this time.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Roland didn't ask any more, and the atmosphere became a little awkward at this point, when Dolores had already opened the door and returned.

"Ah, Dolo, you're back, it's okay."

"I didn't ...... OK. Barnett was injured a little, but the rest was fine, there were only two of them, and they were not bad. ”

"Looks like we need to move." Barnett clutched his injured shoulder and said with a wry smile.

"It doesn't matter, I reached out to a friend of mine in Mister and he'll find us a place to settle down."

"Friends?" Moro raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that Roland also had friends in the human world, obviously ignorant of his experience.

"That's right, I came to the human world many times before you were born."