The blood baron transformed, and Bu Tian had already opened his natural skills in a daze at this time, and his whole body attributes increased by twenty percent, and he entered a bloodthirsty state.

With his current agility, he has approached Benson, reaching a terrifying 44 points. Intermediate level 3 thieves, even if the main is sensitive, I'm afraid Benson's sensitivity value is only more than 40 points, which is basically the same as Butian.

Benson's tricky blow was still in mid-air, and Butian's body speed suddenly doubled, reaching the fastest limit of 44 points of sensitivity.

The blood-colored figure flashed, and the ghostly speed made Benson's heart tighten, and his body just wanted to dodge, but it was already a step too late, and Butian suddenly appeared behind him.

With one arm, there was a sneer at the corner of Bu Tian's mouth, and he suddenly hugged Benson, who had not completely dodged, and the strong force seemed to be a flash flood, and the arm contracted violently, and the agitated muscles seemed to be strong and powerful.

With Butian's 35-point madness attribute at this time, it is simply a humanoid demonic beast.

Benson was caught off guard and screamed in pain from the bear hug, and his bones creaked. He hurriedly propped up his hands and arms, his face turned red, and he tried his best to resist, trembling all over, and he barely resisted the huge force of Butian's arrogance.

A strong person whose strength has reached the middle level is really strong, even if it is a thief, after reaching the middle level, his strength value has at least 25 points or more.

Butian's eyes became more and more blood-red, and the violent killing intent in his heart was raging, and the feeling that this kind of thought was uncontrollable was like the original demonic explosion.

With a low roar, like a beast that had lost its mind, Butian's face was extremely hideous, and his eyes were as red as blood. He slowly contracted his arms, and the majestic force made the muscles of his whole body bulge, supporting the originally loose robe to swell and deform.

Benson screamed hysterically, his round arms slowly retracted from the pressure, the joints creaked incessantly, and half of his face was swollen with green tendons, and blood was surging and red. His mouth was wide open, a roar in his throat, and his whole body struggled as hard as he could, his face beneath the metal mask resembling that of a demon.

There was a crisp click, and Benson's hands were forcibly severed by Butian, and the sharp pain made him scream, and his voice was sharp and miserable.

Butian's hands were no longer hindered, and the terrifying power descended on Benson's body with a thousand momentum, and the crisp sound of bones came from Benson's body like a popping bean.

The breath of death enveloped Benson's heart, his ribs were almost completely crushed, his blood vessels burst, his skin exploded, he felt a threat of death that he hadn't felt in a long time, he was unwilling, unwilling!

Benson roared in horror, his voice so terrible that it pierced the eardrums like the screams of a night owl. His eyes were red, a ruthlessness was born from the bottom of his heart, his tongue spit out and rolled, and the cold light appeared, and he turned his neck suddenly, and his movements were crisp and resolute.

There was a terrifying crunch of bones cracking, and Benson's neck turned one hundred and eighty degrees, as if it had been twisted alive. This qiē happened in an instant, and it was so fast that Butian couldn't react at all.

He looked at Benson, who was facing him face to face, his swarthy face under the half-metal mask hideous.

With a cold smile, Benson's expression was indescribably weird and cold, and his neck was completely twisted, but he was not dead yet.

Bu Tian's heart was not good, and just as he wanted to make a move, a cold light was already approaching, only to feel that his neck was suddenly cold and piercing, and after a tingling pain, a stream of heat gushed out.

A feeling of suffocation, a strong sense of suffocation invaded Butian's mind. He felt as if his throat was leaking wind, and it was difficult to breathe, and a large amount of blood poured out as soon as he exhaled and breathed, and a strong feeling of dizziness hit him like a tide, and the scene in front of him was a little blurry.

Benson struck a blow, his heart was extremely happy, he looked at Butian's somewhat desperate face with resentment, and there was indescribable joy in his eyes.

He has been seriously injured so far, and today it is difficult to leave the Edra family, and the only thing that is difficult to escape is death. But if he can pull down the culprit who killed him before he dies, he will die without regrets.

The system prompt sounded non-stop, Butian's consciousness gradually blurred, he was so tired, he really wanted to sleep.

Bu Tian knew that after this sleep, he would really die, but he couldn't resist this urge to sleep.

Blood poured from the throat to the ground, and through the bloody wound, you could clearly see Butian's severed throat tube.

Locke ran desperately towards the location of Butian, but this was only a short distance of tens of meters, and at this moment, it seemed like a moat, and the time seemed to be so long, but the distance that could be crossed in only two seconds seemed to be infinitely extended at this time.

Butian's eyes slowly closed, and the flame of his life seemed to be about to be extinguished, and the vampire's powerful ability to restore fù seemed to be ineffective at this most needed moment.

Benson laughed loudly, his ribs shattered all over his body, and the cartilage in his neck was broken, and pain spread all over his body. But he smiled very proudly, he shook his weak hands to break free from Butian's embrace, the more he couldn't break free, the more he laughed harder, the cold light of the metal mask was particularly eye-catching under the moonlight, and his whole person seemed to be crazy.

"Master!!!" cried Locke eagerly, his voice full ......of trepidation and sadness. His running figure seemed to be in another world, and it seemed extraordinarily distant.

Bu Tian seemed to hear this call from the depths of his heart, his eyes on the verge of death opened a thin slit slightly, he saw Locke, saw his anxious and panicked expression in running, but this qiē looked so illusory, like seeing flowers in the fog and finally a layer apart.

His hands gradually relaxed weakly, and his body slowly fell to the ground with Benson laughing wildly, and the dust splashed like a sigh of life.

"Master, hold on, hold on...... You can't die. Locke was still screaming, his voice a little hoarse, but he still seemed so far away.

"Die, am I going to die?" Butian was in a trance, confused for a while.

"Stinky Brent, shit Brent, rogue Brent, big badass. Wendy's quirky and cute appearance suddenly appeared in Butian's mind, raising her little fist at him, her puffing appearance was extremely cute, and the little girl's voice seemed to be very ethereal, as if it would disappear completely in the next moment.

Butian suddenly woke up.

"Wendy?" a hoarse bellows voice came out of his mouth, and Butian opened his eyes suddenly, followed by a feeling of extreme weakness and pain.

This feeling of weakness seemed to spread throughout the body in an instant, and the strong suffocating feeling that had passed out in a coma rolled like a tidal wave.

"No, I can't die, I won't die. I'm also going to kill the Divine Dragon, and I'm going to slap that old fellow from Earl Warren, and Wendy......" Butian shouted in his heart, unwilling to roar.

The body, which was originally cold and abnormal because of the large loss of blood, suddenly had a little heat at this time, this is Butian's obsession, it is his will to die, his will turned into a storm, swept through the whole body, and awakened his heart that belongs to the strong.

"Bang Bang" "Bang Bang"

This is the heartbeat of Butian, it is the life of Butian, the heart is immortal, and the soul is immortal. He has his own persistence, and he has a soft place that needs to be guarded, and that is his obsession with survival.

He felt that his body had regained a little consciousness, like a candle blown out by the wind, rekindled by the flames, and the fire had a hint of warmth.

Looking at Benson, who was laughing wildly in front of him, the laughter gradually became clear from the original inaudible sound, and Bu Tianqiang suppressed the extremely weak coma, and his tired body seemed to have no strength.

All the things that happened were just a moment, but it was as if time was frozen here, and it seemed extremely long.

Locke was already close to Butian's side at this time, he was nervous and at a loss, looking at the hopeless wound on Butian's neck, his eyes were full of panic, he didn't know when his master would die, Locke was extremely confused at this moment.

"Locke ......" Butian was extremely weak, and every word he uttered consumed his exhausted vitality.

"Master, if you have any orders, Locke will do it. Locke was dejected, he knew that Butian was dying, that this was his first master, and that he would be his last.

No matter how much he hated this master at the beginning, but as he got along for a long time, Locke gradually got used to it and accepted it.

He feels that his life has become very down-to-earth and warm now. Despite being a servant, this peculiar master never made himself feel bad, did not allow himself to do some vulgar chores that a subordinate should do, nor forced himself to do anything he did unwillingly.

He has already liked the rough nerves and nonsense of this master, and he has also seen the excellence of this master, who will be the leader of the younger generation in the entire Crook Principality, and such a character treats him like a brother.

Is now such a master, who treated him like a brother, going to die?

"Master, don't worry, after your death, I will find out who is behind the scenes and avenge you. Locke was so sad that he almost burst into tears, and he roared loudly, and that sincere appearance was like an oath.

Bu Tianxu breathed in his chest, and he was almost angry by Locke's bold words. His eyes widened, looking in disbelief, looking at Locke's grief-stricken expression, speechless: "Nima, Lao Tzu is not dead yet, aren't you damning me to death?"

When Locke finished shouting, he grabbed Benson's hair in his hand and lifted him off the ground, his face turned red, and a shiny sharp dagger appeared in his hand, which slammed into Benson's heart.

This sudden action made Benson, who looked like crazy, suddenly wake up, and he looked at the sharp dagger in Locke's hand, and his eyes highlighted a complex look of relief and fear.

Locke lifted Benson, whose ribs were broken, and looked at Butian with great grief, looking at the wound in his throat, which was already bloody...... Wait, what's going on?

Locke was startled, and almost plunged the dagger directly into Benson's chest, and he stared at Butian's throat with wide eyes, and realized that he was not dazzled.

The muscles in Butian's throat were actually recovering at a slow speed, although the throat tube was still ruptured, but it was not completely broken, like a broken thread, slowly healing.