Rosshill stared at the hand, his dark eyes like a ferocious beast staring at his prey, he put his gloves on the back of a row of seats, unbuttoned his suit jacket twice, and the fangs exposed under the perfect shape of his lips were like two sharp blades that radiated cold light.

The pale complexion and fangs made several gangsters around him finally realize that something was wrong, and as soon as they were about to draw their guns to threaten him, Roshill moved in front of the leader who was pressing Serra, and no one could see how he managed to teleport over a dozen meters away.

In the horrified gaze of their accomplices, they saw only their boss's smile frozen, his neck twisted back in an uncanny arc, and the cigar in his mouth fell to the ground and scattered a little soot, staining the duke's trouser leg of the hunter-turned.

The large hand pressed against the back of Serra's hand moved away, and she wasn't sure if she had heard the sound of bones shattering, because in a matter of seconds, she heard terrified screams in all directions in front of her, twisted and shattered, louder than gunshots piercing through the roof.

She subconsciously held the money on the table in her hand, took two steps back, and her entire back was attached to the glass window of the cash table.

Someone kept trying to rush to the door, but Aldin, who was in charge of guarding the door, raised his hand, grabbed a young man's neck and threw it back.

"Whoa!"

With a quick throw, she threw the person directly onto the cash counter next to Serra, the glass shattered with the violent embedding of the person, and the debris fell at her feet, and the explosion made her shrink suddenly.

Roshill turned his head, and the cold look made Alding drop his hand in embarrassment, "My hand slipped, I'm sorry." ”

For a minute, maybe not even a minute, the screams in her ears disappeared cleanly, only the sound of shoes stepping on broken glass getting closer and closer to her.

"Ross Hill?"

The girl's curled and closed eyelashes trembled violently, and her delicate and beautiful little face turned pale with fright.

The cold fingers touched her face like a snake hyacinth, and the sudden cold made Serra tremble, and she subconsciously raised her face.

"Don't open your eyes." He said lightly, with a cruel killing intent on his face that had not yet retreated.

Serra touched his hand, "Are you hurt?" It's cold. ”

The hand on his face quickly withdrew back, and Rossisil put his gloves back on and said softly, "Come out with me." ”

Soon, the palm of the leather glove wrapped around her palm, intending to take her away.

Serra grabbed the money in one hand and was held by him in the other, her eyelashes trembled violently, and her voice was embarrassed, "Legs... soft, and so on. ”

Just with those screams lingering in her ears, she can make up the scene of two people killing all sides.

"Trouble." Rosshill's tone was irritating, but the next second two hands passed behind her waist and knees.

The body was lifted up in vain, and Serra subconsciously opened an eye slit to find the position of his neck and put her hand around it, and saw a bloody severed hand on the ground, and an unburned cigar falling next to a crushed finger.

Serra's frightened heart shrank violently, and she squeezed her face desperately into Roshill's neck socket.

Tickled by her hair, his tone was cold and weird, "Don't open your eyes." ”

"I didn't open my eyes." Serra's voice was distorted in horror, and she couldn't admit what she had seen.

Oldin stepped out of the way of the door and glanced back meaninglessly, "The stinky guy is back." ”

When the words fell, the closed door of the betting hall was kicked open by an external force, and the sunlight that came out of the afternoon shone obliquely into the hall.

Eric's chest heaved rapidly, his breath was short, and he was stunned when he saw the scene inside and smelled the thick smell of blood.

The beautiful and frightened aristocratic girl snuggled tightly into the arms of the vampire, and the two of them entered the sunlight from the shadows together, as beautiful as a picture.

Hearing the exclamations of a living person outside, Serra finally opened her eyes, her intense heartbeat calming down.

"Serra...", Eric's unique voice-changing voice came to her ears.

She looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that the sunny werewolf boy was sweating profusely at this time, beads of sweat rolling down from the corners of his forehead on his hair, and his three-dimensional facial features hid worry and guilt.

He seems to have come running.

Sierra smiled at him with a white face, "I'm fine, Eric. ”

With a far-fetched smile, Eric put aside the danger of not being able to get up close and personal with the vampire, and he strode up to her and took one of her hands on his abdomen.

Roshill's eyes froze as he moved downward.

Seeing that there was only one Sierra between him and the werewolf, Oldin made a gesture of preparation, and his face was much more serious than when he was inside.

A wolf that has not yet been transformed into a juvenile is also dangerous.

"You're hurt?" Eric asked guiltily, even though he didn't smell any blood on the girl's body, he was still worried about it.

"I didn't, the Duke saved me." Sierra was still nestled in this cold embrace, she looked at Eric with an anxious look, and suddenly said in surprise: "You sent Annahi back so soon?" ”

Eric shook his head, "I got off halfway. ”

"If only I had come earlier—" he glanced at Roshill with a look of disgust, "I wish I had come sooner." ”

Hearing that he was gritting his teeth a little, Serra looked up and found that the two of them were not quite looking at each other very right, and there was a high probability that a fight was about to start.

Ross Hill, who was holding her, had a thin red face, but she was not angry, the three of them were still standing in the sun, and there were countless people watching around them.

That's not good.

Before she could laugh at the left Annahi in her heart, Sierra withdrew the hand that Eric was holding and tugged at the collar of Rose Hill's suit, "Can you send me home?" I didn't have a driver to pick me up. ”

"I'll take you home, Serra." Eric said firmly: "You can't go with him, it's not safe." ”

Serra grabbed Roshill's collar and shook her head at him, "You go back early, I won't be in danger, he just saved me." ”

The corners of Rose Hill's lips, who had not said a word all the time, rose shallowly, and his mean and arrogant eyes glanced at Eric, and he hugged the girl and got into the classic car.

Eric, who was rejected, couldn't tell which was more distressed, guilty or sour.

He slapped the back window and warned the vampire inside, "You'd better send her home safely than treat her as a post-war supplement, or I'll come and tear you apart." ”

The arrogant words only got a mocking look from Roshill.

Hearing him speak so fiercely, Sierra immediately frowned and stopped: "Eric, don't talk like that. ”

Olding stepped on the gas pedal and the car sped all the way.

Eric stood in the sun, sweat dripping from his jawline, and his mood was extremely bad with Serra's choice.