Rick walked a few dozen meters forward, picked up a cylinder from his pocket, pressed the button, and threw it backwards into the smoke that had not completely dissipated.

"Boom !!"

There was another loud bang, and the place where the original blood clan was located had turned into a big pit, and there were still mushroom clouds on the pit that had not dispersed.

As if he wasn't at ease, Rick took out another translucent ball, and threw it into the center of the pit at the same button.

"Beep~Beep~Beep~Boom!"

A blue cube-shaped translucent plasma position instantly enveloped the piece, and all the matter it touched inside instantly turned into a quark state smaller than an atom, and all the gaseous, liquid, and solid substances in it were transformed into "quark soup" at an extremely high instantaneous temperature.

It stands to reason that no living creature can survive in this form, and perhaps even the legendary "gods" may not be comfortable in this material form.

Rick thought as he drank his wine.

Then he felt a chill on his neck, and looked down—

A pair of sharp claws were gesturing at his neck, as if trying to find a position where Rick could teach him a lesson, but not die.

Twisting his neck slightly, Rick saw the slightly darkened face, the dust on it was mostly from the bomb just now, and there was a neat cut in the corner of his coat, definitely from the weapon just now.

"It's quite unexpected, but you've never reached my powerful ......"

After a long time of gesturing, the Bloodclan finally made a few deep cuts in Rick's shoulder and arm with its claws, and bright red blood flowed freely from them.

Rick couldn't help but scream: "Mom mess with Fark! What the hell is you**!! ”

Ignoring Rick, who was so painful that he fell to the ground and cursed, the bloodclan sniffed the slightly blackened blood in his hand, and said with a strange face: "I saw that some of your lives are really rich, and there are so many mixed smells."

"Any smell is ......"

"Huh!"

The blood clan sighed speechlessly, he had only become a blood clan for a short time, how did he know that he had met such a strange guy, and the lord actually asked to capture him alive?

I really want to bite him to death!

But at the thought of the supreme power and bloodline suppression of the Lord, this blood clan still resisted the idea of death.

What's more, this guy just took out so many strange things, and killed so many of his own servants, this blood clan couldn't help but think of some unrealistic crooked thoughts in his heart-

If he uses it for himself, will he be able to give the Lord to ......

Shake off this dangerous idea.

This guy in front of him can't even beat himself, let alone the Lord who is more than ten times stronger than himself!

Picking up Rick lying on the ground, the Bloodclan didn't know he was stepping into the abyss......

……

Carrying Rick on his back, the Bloodclan walked through the silent forest at a pace that was extremely slow for his strength, not a single bird or insect chirping could be heard all around, and it was as silent as a morgue full of corpses.

Rick was carried without saying a word, the wounds on his body had long since scabbed, and the orange sunlight shining through the leaves indicated that it was not too early, and it had been more than half a day since he was caught.

It stands to reason that a normal person's wound would not heal so quickly, but in order to prevent Rick from accidentally dying, this bloodline used the most primitive way to help him deal with it-

Wipe saliva on the wound.

Of course, the saliva of the blood clan is naturally different from ordinary saliva.

Although the saliva of the blood family contains some anticoagulant components, once it dries, it will evaporate this ingredient, and can quickly scab over the wound, and can also promote the division and healing of some cells in the wound.

This trait is estimated that Rick has evolved over a long period of evolution, in order to ensure that a certain creature can provide them with enough food for a long time.

"Cut! No innovation! ”

Feeling the creature of the Bloodline, which was almost no different from ordinary creatures, Rick couldn't help but complain on his shoulder.

The Bloodline was noncommittal, and just said indifferently: "This is the Bloodline."

The sun soon set, and the moonlight shone brightly in the forest.

Under the moonlight, Rick, who was already tired, snorted: "Isn't it? Haven't arrived for so long? I suspect you're deliberately delaying your time and waiting for something! You can't suspect me of a conspiracy, right? Hehe! ”

"Yes," without any unnecessary cover-ups or lies, the Bloodclan replied to Rick very directly, "I'm afraid you have some scheme!" But this is only secondary, the main one is actually another reason......"

His words came to an abrupt end, as if he didn't want to say the rest of the story, or maybe he understood but didn't know what the specific reason was.

However, looking at his appearance, Rick felt that it was most likely the latter.

In the midst of the bumps, a dazed Rick eventually falls asleep.

After Rick fell asleep, the Bloodclan walked out of the forest to the junction of the forest and a vast grassland, listening to Rick's muttering in his sleep.

With his super eyesight, he could see the curling smoke in the distance, so in order to avoid some unnecessary trouble, he placed Rick in his exclusive space, which was the Lord's previous merciful gift.

"Woo~huh! Is there anyone~"

As he stepped out of the forest, he suddenly heard the cry of a child.

He suddenly felt a little strange - how could there be children in such a dangerous place when it was almost dark?

There are quirks!

In the moonlight, the Bloodline saw the child's specific appearance—

A pair of very cute eyes, blonde hair with a shawl, a linen coat, white and tender looks harmless, and the cute appearance is a cute little Shota at a glance.

However, he had a lot of dirt on his body, and there was a smell of blood on his body, and his expression looked a little flustered and sad, as if he had just run out of nowhere.

Listening to the footsteps, the little boy looked up in surprise, and then saw the pale face of the Bloodline.

Before he could react, there was a feeling of dizziness, and then he saw a fallen body, and the familiar linen clothes on his body seemed to confirm something.

"How ......"

Until the last moment of his life, the little boy did not know what had happened.

Pulling out his handkerchief and wiping his blood-stained left hand, the blood's expression didn't change at all, even if he knew that he might have killed the wrong person, he didn't care.

- Potential dangers must be removed!

Stepping over the corpse, the Bloodclan continued in a certain direction.

The blood flowing on the ground seemed to mock everything in this world.

It wasn't long before the Bloodclan heard another cry, but this time it sounded like a little girl.

Inexplicable interest drove him to follow the sound and see the little girl.

Her appearance is very delicate, and her age looks older than the little boy just now, but her clothes are more gorgeous, and the cloth on her body is all silk, and she should look like a noble lady.

But she was still covered in mud like the boy.

The moment she saw him, the little girl sobbed and pleaded with him: "Get rid of ...... Please send me home! I...... I...... I can't find a home anymore! ”

"Why am I helping you?"

This bloodclan was playful, he felt that the task could be completed at any time, so he was not in a hurry, he wanted to see what this little guy wanted to say.

"I am ......"

She just wanted to tell her identity, but suddenly paused, as if she had thought of something, and her expression was very sad.

Then her expression became resolute.

"If you send me home, I will be your slave for the rest of my life! Be your slave for life! It's up to you! ”

I don't know why she would say such a decisive thing, but the Bloods didn't care about these things, so he agreed to her request very simply.

In fact, the main reason is that the direction of the girl's description of home and the place he is about to go seem to be in the same straight line, and it is not bad to be able to replenish the number of his own blood slaves along the way.

……

Time passed, three days had passed in a blink of an eye, and at the same time they had arrived at the little girl's hometown, an extremely luxurious but lifeless town.

He smelled a faint smell of blood, but it vanished like a hallucination.

Eccentric!

Really quirky!

But what is there about it? Anyway, at most, it's those cliché stories!

Either there's something wrong with this little girl, or there's something wrong with the city, or something terrible is happening in the city, and then waiting for the hero to save it.

- as cliché as they are!

When the ornate city gate was opened, everyone inside was gone, and there was no trace of anyone on the entire street facing the city gate.

"Cliché ......"

The Bloodclan couldn't help but mutter.

"Either there are ghosts, or there's been a massacre!"

Following the little girl into the city, she walked straight to an old castle, which from the outside seemed to be flickering with candlelight.

But he didn't think there was anyone inside.

The town they had encountered before was like this, there was no one in the town where there should have been at least a few families, and there was the same smell of blood in the air, and there was also fire in the room and cooking smoke in the chimney, but there was no one in the house!

I happened to meet a "person", but if you look closely, it is just a puppet, and there is a note placed under the puppet, which says that a group of terrifying "people" have attacked them, and they regret not listening to a certain guy......

Someone?

It's cliché when you hear it!

It's definitely the kind of situation where the protagonist desperately dissuades, and the supporting characters die desperately, but in the end, the protagonist dodges, and the group of supporting characters who died can only be forced to sacrifice for the plot, and then the protagonist goes to find the final boss in order to take revenge.

This kind of story that can be guessed from the beginning to the end is too old-fashioned, and it doesn't have the more interesting and interesting novelty at all, and it makes people feel deeply speechless.

Suddenly, for a moment, the Bloodclan doubted who he was now—should their old-age species, which was inherently uninnovative, exist?

"Yo~ Guests! Hohoo! Isn't this Miss Chuan? It's so embarrassing, I hope you don't forget your identity, even if it's an illegitimate daughter, you are also the eldest lady of our family! How can you be so embarrassed! Come in and wash up! ”

What the Blood Clan didn't expect was that there were really people in this ancient castle who came out to greet them, but they looked very unfriendly, and their tone was full of bitterness.

But he was still not surprised, because he also guessed this result, which is nothing more than the illegitimate daughter of the family who was discriminated against, which is also a useful routine in dramas and story novels, and it is also the common identity of the heroine in some dramas.

As usual, the eldest lady paid no attention to the noble lady in front of her, who was extremely beautiful in appearance, but whose words were extremely vicious, and it seemed that she was the mistress or one of the mistresses of this ancient castle.

The Bloodline tried to follow, but was stopped by the woman, who said something specious to him:

"Be careful with her, if you're a friend she met on the road, I suggest you'd better wash your body so you don't get any inexplicable dirt! The lord loves cleanliness very much! ”

After letting him go, the woman also walked into the castle through a side path, and looked like she was going to call someone......