A slight chill surged up the man's back without warning, and the man reflexively threw himself to the side, got up on the ground, inch by inch black hair emerged from the surface of his body, sharp nails grew rapidly, and his eyes instantly became cold.

The bullet marks appeared where the man had been a few seconds earlier, and the man raised his cold eyes to look at the figure walking from the alley.

"'Bloodblade' Siwin Brown, say hi," a female voice with a slight smile sounded from there, and the woman casually pinned the gun in her hand to her waist and said with a smile, "I hope our first meeting will be pleasant, but ......"

The woman's voice paused, and the sharp claws with inch white hair blocked the man's sharp claws with inch black hair, and the same cold eyes met together.

A little excitement gradually appeared in Agnes's eyes, and a malicious smile quietly hooked up at the corners of her mouth.

"You're a satisfying prey." The woman said in a low voice.

"I don't think your choice was wise enough." The man said in a slightly hoarse voice.

The two of them stepped back almost at the same time, with crimson flesh spreading up the man's arm, the man's palm was weak, and the blood-red long knife quickly condensed in his hand, some traces like sharp teeth seemed to be notched, and the chaotic whispering spread around, which seemed to be able to induce mania and impulsiveness in the bottom of people's hearts.

"Maybe, but we should have done something less sensible, shouldn't we?" The woman watched the man's movements, her smile gradually expanding with malice, and her gaze fell on the long red knife in the man's hand, "This knife has a really strong appetite. ”

The crimson seed, which could not be observed by others, appeared in the woman's hand, and a wisp of gray-black mist wrapped around it, and the woman casually picked off the gray-black mist above, pouring spirituality into it, and the gray-black mist evaporated and scattered around the woman.

Siwin Brown felt a slight sense of darkness appear from the woman not far away, a swampy shadow appeared in the depths of her heart, silent sorrow and indescribable pain flowed, creating a heavy sense of depression in the bottom of her heart.

The woman smiled and raised her eyebrows, and said in a light voice as if explaining, "You create the environment you like, and I create the environment I like......"

"." Siwin Brown cursed a foul word, and a white-haired shadow appeared in front of him almost instantly, and the feeling of depression in his heart seemed to be stuck in his throat, and dark thoughts came out of his mind in a chaotic manner, making it almost impossible for him to gather his attention to fend off the attack.

He raised his arm and used a long crimson knife to stop the figure coming towards him, and the wide-brimmed hat that the woman held in her hand touched the blade and immediately burst open, and the crimson seed that no one could see fell from the woman's hand and disappeared from the long red knife.

A little crimson spread rapidly from the falling point, until it was covered with a long knife, as if it had faded, some traces of sharp teeth were almost completely gone, the flesh and blood wriggled strangely, the long knife-like shape completely disappeared, and the crimson flesh almost wrapped the man's entire arm.

The woman took a few steps back, soared upwards on her toes, and propped herself up against the wall, and the whole person climbed onto the high wall beside her.

"It doesn't seem to be slow," she said thoughtfully, looking thoughtfully at the man who quickly unloaded her flesh-covered arm with her sharp claws and threw it in the direction where Agnes had been, and pulled out the gun from her waist and fired a shot at the man's intact left arm, "a combination of appetite and the pleasure of reproduction......

Siwin Brown rolled to the side trying to dodge the bullets, his thumb-sized flesh being taken away, large burns appearing where the flesh was gone, and his eyes gradually turned scarlet.

He looked up at the woman who was condescending to him with a gun raised, and an endless air of madness came out of his eyes.

……

"Lady Poyesia is out," said the boy earnestly, looking at the young man in a neat suit with a cane in front of him, "and if you want to look for her, please wait until the afternoon." ”

"Thank you very much." The young man took off his hat seriously and saluted his chest, looking at the boy in front of him with some curiosity, with some doubt in his eyes.

"Do you have anything else?" The boy asked, frowning.

"Oh," the boy reacted instantly, "if Lady Poyesia returns, please tell her that Dreise Mandaan would like to visit her, if she wills......"

"I'll tell her." The boy didn't wait for the boy to finish speaking, and said directly.

A little suppressed moan vaguely sounded in the room, and the boy's tense face couldn't help but change.

The boy frowned, and couldn't help but look into the room for a moment, then took it back.

"Need help?" Dreiser, after a moment's hesitation, asked aloud.

"I don't think so," the boy's face instantly turned cold, and his voice seemed to have frost in it, "Please come back in the afternoon." ”

Dreiser didn't speak, saluted his chest again, and turned to leave the door.

Anthony, who was waiting not far away, looked at the young man who came and couldn't help but ask, "...... that lady?"

"She's out." Dreiser's voice was calm.

"It was our mistake." Anthony instantly lowered his head and said.

Dreiser shook his head slowly, didn't say anything, just frowned thoughtfully at the alley that began to bustle in the distance.

……

"Sanity and strength." Agnes looked at the werewolf in front of her, who was almost completely irrational, covered with black hair, and almost frantically pounced on her, and sighed in a low voice, "And the explosion of killing intent and survival"

She turned sideways to avoid the werewolf that pounced, and threw a little of her spirit into the flower in her hand that had just fully formed, mixed with blood and white cold light, and the flower shrank rapidly, and a wisp of gray-black mist quietly wrapped around the flower.

The werewolf who had just landed seemed to be extinguished in an instant, and turned around a little dazedly.

Agnes stopped the spirituality that was being channeled into the flowers, and the flowers that had not yet fully turned into seeds quickly regrew, and the dazed werewolves not far away quickly disappeared, and the mad aura re-locked Agnes.

"Eyeing me?" Agnes raised her eyebrows, the malicious smile on her lips becoming more and more obvious, "I'm very happy. ”

She jerked back, dodging the claws that almost slashed her face, and leaned one hand on the wall to the side, and jumped over the werewolf's head.