The pavement cracks in a net, making a deafening sound.

Alding put down the box of blood in his hand and dodged over to the vampire, "Okay newborn, shut up and keep respecting your master." ”

The black-skinned vampire, who was constantly trying to make peace, closed his mouth instantly, and his scarlet eyes showed horror.

"Stand up." Odin commanded.

The black-skinned vampire immediately stood up, and with another command, he fell straight to his knees facing Roshill, and the ground under his knees cracked again.

It's like a prisoner waiting to be judged, without the slightest power to resist.

Serra endured the severe pain, her eyes blurred as she stared at the scene not far away, it was the first time she had seen Aldin's special ability, similar to the skill of manipulation.

"Who converted you?" Alding was in charge of interrogation: "Didn't anyone teach you to kill people to dispose of corpses and not make a big fuss?" ”

Rosshill glanced back at the embarrassed girl under the tree, and the anger he had vented felt unbearable again when he smelled blood, and he held his breath and returned to her for a moment.

"Serra."

He bent down to pick her up, his pale face showing no extra expression, and the fierceness that retracted was still leaking out of his dark eyes.

Serra's vision was blurred in pain, her legs hurt and her hands hurt, and her whole body hurt.

She leaned on her cold shoulders and murmured in pain, "It hurts." ”

Ross Hill turned around with her in his arms, the sweet blood stirring his nerves, his suppressed hunger and thirst, and his face, whiter than moonlight, twisted for a moment.

"You'll be fine." He comforted her in a gentle tone.

As soon as Serra got a little comfort in her heart and wanted to say thank you, the tone above her head changed in the next second, and she became mean and cold, "As a fragile human being, you may be torn to pieces at any time, and it is really stupid to stubbornly refuse to agree to my conditions." ”

Serra silently closed her mouth to thank her, and her eyes were full of accusations.

He didn't have the strength to talk back to him, and he played the sentence on a loop in his heart until Rose Hill relented and reluctantly showed weakness.

"I didn't kill you." He sighed, his pretty eyes downcast.

Serra pursed her white lips and arched towards his neck, a few drops of blood-soaked bandages dripping from her thighs and smashing onto Rose Hill's shiny black leather shoes.

He frowned, his expression showing that he had overly forbearing.

In a dim voice, Sierra heard Roshill sentence a horrific death sentence in a tough, cold tone.

"Twist his neck and burn him."

Alding held the head of the black-skinned vampire and smiled helplessly, "What are you doing badly to break the rules to hurt our future companions?" Her talent is destined to be more perfect than you defects. ”

"Click."

There was a crack like a crack in the bones, and a cracked human head fell to the ground.

Sierra looked up from Roshill's neck, her brown eyes reflecting the headless corpse half-kneeling on the ground, surrounded by raging fire.

Her vision was blurring and she fainted.

Alding re-lifted the box with the blood bags and returned to Rosehill to take off his blazer and drape it over Serra's body in an attempt to hide her seductive scent, his throat burning in panic.

"She smells so good."

Ross Hill gave him a cold look, his eyes warning.

"I'm sorry master." Aldin quickly apologized, and told him what he had just learned, "It's a newborn from Saint-Loren, I don't know which ethnic group has converted a lot of people, epidemics and wars are everywhere, he hid in a boat and smuggled in. ”

"It's weird, no one seems to teach them how to hide their identities." He grimaced and humbly asked, "What should we do?" They break the rules and create a lot of chaos. ”

"Contact Lance and ask him to send someone over to investigate the truth, deal with the vampires who violated the treaty, and purge all the witnesses." Ross Hill walked through the woods with a blank face, scurrying towards the hospital as fast as he could.

...

Injured twice in a row, Serra, who fainted, was woken up by pain as she picked up her bones.

She lay on the bed and let out a low cry of pain, and the doctor in the hospital room was about to fix her with a splint when the door was violently twisted open by Rose Hill, and the handle was discarded by him in front of everyone's eyes.

"Not already?"

Impatience crept up on his face, leaving no doubt that the next second he might rush up and throw the doctor out the window.

The doctor was shocked by his amazing strength, and was also taken aback by the tyrannical aura on his body, "Of course not so soon, Mr. Rosehill, her bones are broken and need to be splinted for a long time. ”

"You tap." He frowned, a little grumpy.

"Got it." The doctor's neck shrunk, and the movements in his hands could not be lighter.

Serra's moist eyes looked at the blonde youth standing against the wall, and her slightly hoarse voice called him softly, "Rosshill." ”

Tears flowed down his chin and down his neck one by one when he saw him.

He walked to the side of the bed, the impatience in his dark eyes was extinguished, his cold fingers caught her tears, and the tips of his fingers were gently pressed against the tails of her eyes, "What are you crying about." ”

"I'm so unlucky today." She whimpered, tears streaming from her eyes.

Rosehill had to go and pull out the paper and continue to press it on her face, awkwardly comforting: "It's okay anymore." ”

When the doctor managed to secure the splint for her hand and the room was empty, Serra gasped and weakly asked the person standing by the bed, "The guy chasing me, do you know what it is?" He sounds like he knows you. ”

Rose Hill tossed the paper into the trash, his face furrowed as he turned around, his deep eyes cold, "Want to know?" I can tell you all. ”

The seductive question was deliberately luring her to uncover the whole truth, and he had done so more than once.

"Is it a secret that can't be told to the outside world? After all, what's happening in front of my eyes—" Serra paused, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's incredible. ”

Rosehill sat down on the edge of the bed and said in a calm voice, "As a witness, there are usually only two endings, death or new life. ”

He is giving her a proposition again, the new life will be sucked dry, and death is death.

Serra pursed her dry lips and changed the subject stiffly, "I want to drink water, I'm thirsty." ”

He stared at her, his attitude towards her avoidance of the topic, and the fact that he was a little annoyed when he read his mind, and for a while he stiffly brought the warm water on the table.

Serra tried to sit up, but the freshly wrapped wound on her thigh and the splinted right arm could not support her to sit upright, and she said to the vampire with her chin raised and her noble face in front of her, "I can't get up." ”

Rosehill moved, his arm running over her shoulder, scooping the man out of bed.

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