Su Kui lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes cast a dark shadow on the bottom of her eyes, she slowly moved her red lips and smiled lightly.
With a loose fingertip, Sarri hit the ground.
The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on her pale delicate face, giving birth to a hint of pink for no reason, and it seemed that she was closer to the appearance of a human being.
Sarri sat on the ground, bewildered by the situation. He blinked and stared at the tall man behind Mrs. Helena.
He has dark black hair that is hard to see in the West. His extremely long hair is tied behind his head by a ribbon of the same color. The whole body is wrapped in a black jacket and trousers, and his big, well-knotted hands hold that one tightly. The black gold ancient knife, with extremely thin blades, was illuminated by the light, showing a bloodthirsty and heroic color.
Su Kui didn’t care about her slender neck. She was standing with a long knife that could chop off her head at any time. She smiled casually, her pale fingertips stained with red Koudan bent, and flicked the blade, "You are Spirit hunter?"
"Helena."
The two voices sounded almost at the same time, the man's voice was cold and deep, and the woman's voice was soft and careless, but they merged strangely.
During the day, the vampire's ability is halved, and the stronger the blood clan, the greater the impact.
At this time, if she encounters a spirit hunter who wants to kill her, then she really doesn't have the ability to resist.
"You really have a wicked heart, Helena, I have warned you before. If I catch you again and kill innocent people, I will kill you directly." The man sneered his pale lips and moved his wrist slightly. The sharp and cold blade cut directly through her snow-white neck.
"Well-"
Su Kui frowned, but she smiled more and more like a flower on her face. She looked sideways, and the man's facial features in the setting sun were well-defined, inheriting the most mysterious hair color and eye pupils of the ancient East and the deep facial features of the West.
At this time, he was wrapped in a cloud of light by the slanting sun, but the temperament of his whole body was still cold and almost condensed the surrounding air into icy ballast, which was incompatible with the beautiful scenery when the setting sun went down.
She stretched out two fingers to clamp the blade, so that he could not go any further, "Tsk, you really don’t feel pity, are you an Oriental? I want to know how you found here," her eyes were frivolous and plump. With a hook on his red lips, he flipped the blade away with his fingers, and the person instantly blurred.
When he reappeared, he was already standing ten steps away, petting him with a defiant smile, "Ah, why don't you tell me before I die, so that I can die, what do you think?"
"Crazy, arrogant!"
Su Kui smiled without saying a word. Instead, she dropped her casual eyes on Sarri at all times, squinted her eyes and hooked her fingers at him, "Little devil, come here."
"Huh? Oh, yes, Mrs. Helena!"
Surrey was frightened by this battle without gunpowder. The aura of the two was too terrifying. He felt that not only he was frightened, but even the surrounding flowers and plants seemed to be stunned a lot.
Hearing Su Kui's call, he recovered, and he got up from the ground without lifting his calf. The back of his neck was caught again, and the man pulled him behind him.
With a "click", Sarri couldn't stand on his feet, and fell down again.
No matter how small a person is, he has a temper. He is carried around like this all day long, thrown around like a thoughtless object.