Castle.
Xia Ci walked back and forth restlessly.
"Lord Xia Ci."
The blood clan came in from the outside, Xia Ci walked over without waiting for the other party to come over: "How is it?"
"Lord Xia Ci..." The blood race's face was not very good: "No news."
"How come there is no news?" Xia Ci said angrily, "How are you doing?"
"Lord Xia Ci." The blood race began to sweat coldly: "The only possibility is that the blood race sent has already..."
died.
Otherwise, there will be no news coming back.
"waste!"
Xia Ci cursed in anger.
"It's early in the morning, what's wrong?"
"Your Majesty." The blood clan immediately saluted.
Xia Ci suppressed the anger on his face and waved the blood clan down.
She stepped up the steps: "Sir, all the blood clans I sent have lost contact, maybe... failed."
Carlo was wearing home clothes, half-open, revealing a strong chest.
Carlo raised his hand and stroked Xia Ci's face, affectionately and ambiguous: "She is Her Royal Highness after all, even if she is at the end of the road, she has skills that we can't think of. Xia Ci, I taught you, don't underestimate her."
The blood clan's hands were cold, and Xia Ci, as a human being, couldn't help shivering.
"I… "
Carlo pinched Xia Ci's chin and raised it slightly: "Do you think you know her well after being around her for so long?"
"grown ups… "
Carlo pressed her fingertips to her lips: "Last time we were able to succeed, but because she trusted you too much, it will not be so easy next time."
Carlo leaned over and approached Xia Ci's neck.
Cold and pale fingers brushed away Xia Ci's drooping hair, and her fangs were exposed, biting on her neck.
Xia Ci's body trembled and she was soft in Carlo's arms.
She looked at Carlo with an almost obsessive look.
After a while, Carlo let go of her and whispered in her ear: "I don't want her to appear, understand?"
"Xia Ci understands."
Xia Ci turned to leave, and when she walked down, Carlo stopped her.
"Do you regret it?"
"Sir, Xia Ci has no regrets, you are the one Xia Ci is willing to follow."
Carlo chuckled softly: "Go."
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Chuzheng dealt with a group of vampires and kicked the grass irritably.
There is no end!
Dog things come every day!
Come every day!
Come every day!
Just come.
Even sending this kind of thing, I am a queen anyway... The previous queen was also a queen.
Who do you look down on!
damn thing!
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he kicked again, causing the grass to rattle.
The young man stood beside him, with a childish face that did not match his age: "You offended the blood clan?"
"No." Chu Zheng calmly retracted his feet.
"Then why did they come to kill you?"
This is already the fifth batch of blood clans.
It was because he thought about her death so much that he sent blood clans one after another.
Chuzheng thought for a while: "I'm jealous of how good-looking I am."
Zhikong's mouth twitched: "The blood race is not so boring."
"They're just so boring." Chu Zheng was determined, paused, and said fiercely: "Are you a vampire or am I a vampire?"
Do you really think vampires are not boring
You can't imagine the vampire being boring.
Zhikong decides not to care about Chuzheng.
He walked to the side, climbed the trunk, and looked out to the sea.
Chuzheng stood in the shadows and grabbed the leaves of the leaves next to them, but after a while, the leaves of the leaves were all over the ground.
"When do you want to come with me?"
"I won't follow you, you'll be dead long ago." Chuzheng answered with a slumped face while pulling at the leaves.
"..." Zhikong thought of the food he had eaten these days, and remained silent without refuting.
But Zhikong felt in her heart that she was raising herself as a reserve grain.
Swah—
Weaving Kong was distracted and stepped on the air under his feet.
The body slid down uncontrollably and rolled all the way to the bottom.
The palms and knees were burning with pain.
Zhikong looked up, and the girl stood on top, looking down at him.
Those eyes were so cold that they didn't fluctuate, as if looking at an unimportant object.
The burning pain in his palm made Zhikong return to his senses.
He raised his hand to take a look.
The palm of the hand rubbed the skin, and blood beads were seeping.
Zhikong's head jumped wildly, and immediately cut off a piece of fabric and tied his palms.
There are blood tribes all over the Dead Island, and the smell of blood can easily attract blood tribes.
rustling —
In the jungle on the left, there was a rustling sound.
The grass and trees were bent, and something came quickly towards this side.
The next moment, a huge figure sprang out and came straight towards him.
Zhikong was knocked to the ground by the vampire, and his sharp claws pressed against his shoulder.
The fangs of the blood race were displayed in front of him, and the red pupils were full of excitement and covetousness.
Zhikong calmly touched his knife, clenched it tightly, and made a horizontal stroke.
sizzle —
The blood race was in pain and let go of Zhikong.
The wound on the abdomen, bursts of black smoke.
It's like being burned by the sun.
He growled angrily and looked at Zhikong's eyes, even more fierce.
hateful!
This man dared to hurt himself.
He's going to drain his blood.
Then take his body to feed the sharks!
Zhikong took the knife and stepped back, his peripheral vision swept upwards.
The girl stood quietly on it, the wind blew her cloak and raised it in a shallow arc.
She has a kingly aura about her, which makes people surrender and look up.
As if she was born to stand on the top and look down on all beings.
Weaving retracted his gaze.
Concentrate on dealing with the blood clan in front of you.
This vampire was stronger than anything he had met before, and Zhikong was thrown to the ground by the vampire twice in a row.
He grabbed the knife and slowly got up.
The blood race also seemed to be having fun, and instead of subduing him immediately, he teased him.
"Do you need me to save you?"
The girl's clear voice suddenly floated down.
Zhikong looked up subconsciously, she was still standing there, not moving a single point.
Zhikong gritted his teeth: "No need."
I owe a blood race.
What can he pay for it
The blood clan had seen Chuzheng long ago, but they found that the aura on her body was not right, and she had no intention of intervening, so the blood clan ignored her.
Chuzheng made a sound, and the blood clan was still vigilant.
As a result, she asked that question, and then... no more.
[Miss, is it appropriate for you to just watch the good person card being bullied by the blood clan? 】The King is roaring more and more.
Chuzheng is righteous: If I don't let him see how terrible the blood clan is outside, how can he know how good I am
[… ] The good man card is really bad luck for eight lifetimes, I met you!
What came to mind between the King's electric light and flint.
[Miss, did you find this blood clan? 】
Chuzheng's indifferent face: Am I that kind of person
【You are. 】A firm and sure tone.
The king has no doubts at all, its young lady can do such a crazy thing.
Chuzheng: …
Don't trust people at all.
This bloodline has nothing to do with me at all.
[… ] The King is rationally skeptical.
I can't believe what Mrs.
No one can trust her.
All pits! !