Mr. Accardo frowned slightly, and the black qi behind him quickly diffused, turning into a quiet black flame on the garden floor.

The flames soon spread out, covering the entire floor of the garden. For a moment, the whole garden was burning with black flames, and the whole garden seemed to be burning quietly.

The not-so-strong smell of burnt flesh and hair quickly spread, and the flesh and dripping fluid that had fallen from the ground quickly shrank, and then turned into a little bit of viscous liquid like asphalt.

Mr. Accardo was unheeded by the smells, and his scarlet eyes scanned the garden, carefully examining the state of the flames throughout the garden.

But the garden was still quiet, and there was no sound. The flames on the ground showed no sign of anyone moving, and he sneered and looked at the trees in the garden.

Vampire bats flew out from behind him and towards the few trees in the garden.

He slowly fell to the ground, the air behind him slightly disturbed, and Mr. Accardo subconsciously condensed the black qi and released a group of vampire bats.

Agnes had to step back away from the vampire bats, and she stopped "stealing" and revealed her tracks.

"You're not hiding?" Mr. Accardo asked, turning to Angnes.

Agnes' bare feet were covered with burn marks, and the white hairs on them had long since been scorched and fallen out, and it was obvious that Angnes had not taken refuge in the trees before.

Agnes ignored Mr. Accardo's words and lunged straight at him.

The reason why she was stealthy just now was more to prevent Mr. Accardo from staying at a high altitude to attack, and she couldn't attack Mr. Accardo, which was undoubtedly very disadvantageous, and she had to let Mr. Accardo fall to the ground.

The Vampire's ability "Dark Wings" gives a short-lived flight ability, and more of a speed boost, and she can wait for Mr. Accardo to return to the ground.

Although she didn't know why Mr. Accardo was so obsessed with fighting her even though he knew that His Excellency Rossi was coming, such a situation was undoubtedly beneficial to her, and she didn't need to worry about Mr. Accardo's departure causing harm to other ordinary people.

After all, a runaway mid-sequence Extraordinary would undoubtedly become a major destabilizing factor lurking if he lost his surveillance, and it was undoubtedly a good thing that he was willing to stay here now.

Mr. Accardo flapped his bat wings and quickly stepped back, and at the same time pulled out a plugged test tube about the size of his little thumb from his bosom, and with a slight force on his thumb and forefinger, he pulled out the rubber stopper.

He stopped retreating and threw the scarlet liquid in the test tube towards Agnes, who was rushing towards him at a distance of less than three or four meters.

Agnes began to slow down as Mr. Accardo took out the test tube, and began to dodge sideways as Mr. Accardo poured the liquid out of her.

But it was too close, and even though nearly half of the liquid had spilled on the ground, the remaining half was still spilled on one shoulder, which was mostly bare due to the dress he was wearing, and quickly seeped into his body.

Agnes felt a chaotic and painful roar ringing in her ears, and then seemed to be cut off by something, leaving only an unbearable sense of irritability, just like the feeling she had before she first experienced the full moon curse of the "werewolf".

The feeling was bearable, and Agnes ignored it, pausing for a moment before continuing to pounce forward.

"It doesn't look like the dose is enough." Mr. Accardo muttered, turning a corner and dodging Agnes' attack.

Agnes forcibly stopped her forward momentum, gritted her teeth, turned around, showed a slight smile, and said, "Your Excellency Rossi is coming, aren't you in a hurry?" ”

"I'm in a hurry, but what's the use?" Mr. Accardo's bat wings flapped slightly, and he looked at Agnes and said with a smile.

"What, you feel like you're not in a good state and want me to leave on your own initiative?" Mr. Accardo asked with a smile.

Angnes's eyes were a little crimson, revealing a slight sense of irritation, and she stared at Mr. Accardo, not rushing to attack.

"It's a pity, I want to have a good fight with you right now." Mr. Accardo didn't dodge anymore, flapping his batwings, and his figure suddenly appeared in front of Agnes, his mystical symbols and patterned nails scratching at Agnes' neck.

Agnes crouched slightly, and Mr. Accardo's nails ran across the top of Agneth's head.

Agnes held out her hands directly...... His claws hugged Mr. Accardo, then raised his body slightly, opened his mouth and bit his shoulder fiercely, the sharp fangs piercing into Mr. Accardo's flesh.

She tore the piece of flesh from her mouth and spit it on the ground.

Feeling the smell of blood in her mouth, Agnes curled the corners of her lips slightly, her eyes scarlet and slightly bloodthirsty, and she opened her mouth to bite Mr. Accardo's neck.

Mr. Accardo withdrew his hand just in time, and he pressed his hands against Agnes's skull, pressing Agnes's head so hard that Agnes' fangs did not touch the flesh of his neck.

The bruises on his face were exposed, and his expression was hideous.

Agnes turned her head slightly, and instead of targeting Mr. Accardo's neck, she bit directly at Mr. Accardo's hand against her head. Mr. Accardo let go of his hand against Agnes' skull, dodging Agnes' bite.

He condensed the "Abyssal Shackles", and the shadow chains wrapped around and bound Agnes's lower limbs.

Instead of letting go of her hand, Agnes lifted her legs off the ground and flipped right behind him, dodging the shadow chains.

Her legs were wrapped directly around Mr. Accardo's waist, her hands still holding Mr. Accardo's tightly, her teeth biting Mr. Accardo's shoulders again, but not again, just tightly.

Mr. Accardo let out a roar of rage, and one by one vampire bats flew out and stabbed Agnes, Agnes felt the slow loss of her own strength and blood in her body, and she increased her bite on Mr. Accardo's shoulder, and his mouth overflowed with Mr. Accardo's blood.

She felt a pain in her leg, and Mr. Accardo's mystical symbols and patterned nails stabbed into her leg as if they had been pierced into a piece of tofu. His hands strained, trying to break Agnes' legs that were tightly wrapped around his waist.

Agnes wrapped her legs tighter around Mr. Accardo's waist, her claws piercing directly into Mr. Accardo's skin.