No one responded, she turned her head slowly, and her clear eyes saw the car door behind her, which was already open, and the car was empty.

By the time she knocked her head dizzy, Annahi had already limped away.

Serra cursed and ran as fast as she could.

She didn't care how painful the wound on her leg would be when she ran up, and she didn't notice that the bandage was being soaked with blood, the ruptured wound was bleeding again, and the whole no-man's road was filled with her fragrant fragrance, which was hooked far away by the wind.

The vampire standing between the trunks of the trees didn't chase Annahi who had fled in advance, he raised his head and sniffed deeply in the air, his chest bulging and slowly sinking, and the sweet smell emanated from the bleeding girl.

He bared his teeth and jumped between the trees with interest to chase after her.

When hunting, they always like to participate in the warm-up run and desperate games before eating.

...

Oldin, who had just come out of the hospital, was carrying a black box full of fresh blood bags, and Rosehill, who was also about to get into the car, suddenly stopped and looked at the end of the street to the road outside the town.

The smell of Serra was very faint, and the smell was very recognizable to him.

Rosshill turned, his steps turning into running in a few seconds, and the figure of Sumeru appeared at the end of Hawk Street, his slender neck raised to discern the smell in the air, and then disappeared again.

A few dazed drunks leaned against the corner of the wall and saw this scene, and couldn't help but rub their faint eyes and muttered softly.

Crying and swollen-eyed Annahi shouted for help as she looked at Rosehill's location on the map and saw that he was hurrying close to her, her eyes lit up with hope, and it didn't take long for her hope to be shattered again.

The speed at which he passed by was too fast, the black wind was gusting, and the vision was extremely poor, Annahi didn't even notice that someone was running by, only felt the wind blowing beside him, and the system prompted that Roshill's position was still far away.

He didn't stop at his side, and went straight to Serra.

In a trance, she limped unsteadily and fell to the ground.

Alding glanced back at her, then quickly turned to follow.

Here, Serra had retreated into the weeds on the side of the road, and the vampire who jumped from the tree had cornered her.

The protagonist's aura is different from the villainous stepsister's 360 death scripts, and this damn vampire is targeting her alone.

"You taste so sweet." The chocolate-colored vampire even has jet-black lips, and its white fangs and bright red eyes are particularly eye-catching.

Plotting a tricky death ending for a vicious stepsister, Serra's unlucky and tragic body is one of the strange settings, and her blood is exceptionally sweet to all vampires.

Even Ross Hill will get out of control, which is enough to prove how good the odds are that she will be sucked into a dry corpse.

Serra was leaning against the trunk of the tree and was forced into the same situation twice in a row today.

The tall vampire didn't have much of a frightened expression on her face, and found it funny.

He approached her slowly, his fingers pinching her jaw and lifting, "You're so beautiful, I can't even bear to eat you at once." ”

"You're from the kingdom of St. Loren?" Sierra asked as calmly as she could.

"That's where it came from."

"Follow the ships over there? Isn't there anything you're hunting against? Serra tilted her head.

"There are too many people, and the site is crowded." The vampire asked with interest, "You're not afraid of me?" Do you know who we are? ”

"Came across the sea." Serra said calmly, "No wonder it wasn't discovered by the werewolves. ”

The vampire was stunned for a moment, his expression a little more thoughtful, "Do you know that werewolves can still live until now, and they have told you all the secrets of the clan?" ”

"I'm their friend, if you dare to kill me here, tomorrow your body will be hung on the top of a cliff and exposed to the sun." Serra nodded confidently, trying to stall for time.

"Huh." Newborn vampires don't care about her threat at all, and the desire to hunt can easily trump reason.

He grabbed her wrist and pressed it to his lips, "Before dawn came, I had sucked you dry and ran." ”

Serra kicked him in the leg, but she didn't move.

After slamming her foot on the pillar-like leg, Serra was silent for two seconds, then curled her toes in pain.

Her tears were in pain, and sure enough, the disparity between the abilities of humans and vampires was so great that she couldn't do anything but hope for a miracle.

Her attempt to resist also made the dark-skinned vampire laugh, but the smile didn't last long, and his olfactory system fed back a similar taste.

His head twisted to the side sharply, and his scarlet gaze showed a bit of fierceness, "It seems that there are people in this territory too, it's really annoying." ”

Serra was stunned and followed his gaze to the dark back road.

The silent road rustling of leaves, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground appeared very abruptly.

The exposed moonlight split the pavement into two distinct colors, and the sound of leather shoes sounded as far away as it came, until a pair of slender legs stepped out of the darkness.

Sierra stared at his face, slightly stunned.

Rosehill appeared without warning, his blonde hair meticulously combed upside down against his scalp, and his pale and delicate face had a grim expression.

"Ross Hill?"

The signature blonde hair made the vampire's expression change, and the hand that grabbed Sierra subconsciously tightened, "Why are you here?" ”

In the kingdom of Saint Loren, his converted teacher showed him a picture of this man, warning him to be respectful and stay away from him, and heard that a large underground army of vampires was formed behind him.

Sierra wasn't in the mood to listen to their conversation, as the vampire had broken her wrist with a single force.

The scream was really unpleasant, but it still came out of her throat, and her already pale little face would be completely bloodless.

Roshill's expression changed, and he leaned down and crouched slightly, charging at him with a devastating attack.

Oldin didn't see his master take the initiative to hunt vampires, and he emerged from the shadows and chased him with admiration.

"I didn't know it was your territory, so I'll give it to you! Ross Hill! This prey is for you! ”

The black-skinned vampire instantly abandoned Serra and ran, so fast that the old black shirt floated in the air, but before he could get far, he was kicked on the back shoulder by the young man who jumped up from behind and fell to the ground.

Rosshill lifted a spruce he had thrown to the side of the road, and with an explosion, the vampire severed the spruce at the waist, screaming out of his mouth, but he got up and ran away in the first place.

The combat experience of the newborn vampire is not over, and Roshill's figure seems to merge with the air, fast as a crossbow arrow, grabbing the white hair of the black-skinned vampire and smashing him to the ground of the highway again.

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