The Return of The Lord God

Chapter 107: Western Fantasy Plane 2.7

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The elegant Haiyan came to Yafesol in a short while, grabbed Yafesol by the chin and pressed him against the tree.

"The kitten is so cute when it's angry," Curtisno said with a chuckle, leaning over and sniffing around Yafisol's neck. "Our kitten also smells good."

Yafisol threw out a high-level light spell, and Curtisno was ejected a few steps away. With a helpless chuckle, Curtisno continued fearlessly: "Our kitten is not only cute, but also kind of scary."

Throwing Curtisno a sharp eye, Yafesol put the cloak hat on his head, and his face was hidden in the hood in an instant, "There's so much nonsense, let's go quickly."

"Oh, I'm shy." His hand stretched in along the outer edge of the hood and patted Yafisol's cheek. Curtisno snapped his fingers, and a space crack appeared in front of them.

After opening the door to the space, Curtisno pinched Yafesol's chin with his hand and raised his head to look at him, "Are you really entering the blood race with me? It's easy to get in, but difficult to get out."

Yafesol cursed hypocrisy in his heart, and said with a deflated mouth: "I said I don't want to, will you let me go?"

Curtis Nuo laughed loudly when he heard the words, and said, "Of course not."

"Then what are you talking about." Rolling his eyes, Yafesol stepped into the blood clan first.

Curtisno, who was following behind, rubbed his hand on his chin twice and said, "The brave boy also stepped into the realm of the blood clan.

The blood clan loves the dark night, and most of the blood clan's territory is as dark as the night. The entrance of the blood clan is guarded by a team of about thirteen generations of guards.

As soon as Curtisno and Yafesol stepped into the blood clan, they were spotted by the guards and questioned.

The guards are just a group of thirteen generations of low-level civilians, and the tenth generation blood race has already made them breathless, let alone the second generation blood race with pure and strong breath.

Several guards felt the powerful aura from Curtisno, and Qiqi half knelt on the ground and respectfully said: "I have seen you, sir."

The leader of the blood clan was a ten-generation blood clan. He boldly asked, "I don't know which family you are, but I don't seem to have seen you before."

Curtisno said in a low voice: "I am Earl Curtisno, the sixth-generation blood family of the Vande family, a fallen nobleman in the western region. I have been living in the human world before. It is normal that you have not seen me."

A series of memories flooded into the minds of a group of guards, and the leading guard hurriedly said: "Oh, I remembered, there is indeed a slightly bleak castle in the west, the name is the Vander family. How offensive, please don't take offense, Earl."

Curtisno smiled slightly, "It's okay, you are also acting impartially, so can I go?"

The guard quickly got up to make way for the two, "Master Earl, please go slowly."

Out of the visible range of the guards, the surroundings are still dark.

Seeing the unfamiliar scene around him, Yafesol asked Curtisno, "How do we go from now on? You brought me to the blood clan because the Prince of Wales is in the blood clan?"

Curtisno looked around, shook his head and said, "Maybe, maybe not, let's go, accompany me back to my home first."

Yafisol raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you lie to the guards just now? Is your castle really in the west?"

Hearing Yafesol's question, Curtisno laughed, and couldn't help scratching Yafesol's nose, "How can you say I'm a liar? I'm the head of the Vander family—Curtis Duke Nuo."

"You are the sixth generation of blood, Duke Curtisno, then what is my identity? Your food?" Yafisol knocked off Curtisno's restless fingers and asked him.

Curtisno looked at Yafesol, "Do you have any small containers for liquids? Small bottles."

Yafisol didn't know why, but he still took out a small glass bottle from the magic bag and handed it to Curtisno.

Curtisno took the bottle and swiped his finger lightly on his wrist, and a stream of blood gushed out. He filled the bottle half full before handing it to Yafesol and said: "Wear it on your body, this is your identity. From now on, you are the seventh generation blood of the Vander family - the Marquis of Yafesol. "

Yafisol didn't finish the bottle immediately, but his heart twitched slightly when he saw the bottle that was still dripping with blood from Curtisino. He lifted his hat, and was about to use the spell of light to heal him habitually, but suddenly remembered that he was a vampire, and the light on his hand was bright, then he took it back, and pulled out the bandage from the magic bag instead.

Taking a step forward, Yafisol quickly helped Curtisno wrap a few rounds of bandages on the wound, and complained while wrapping it up: "It's just a bottle, just bite your fingers, why cut your wrists."

"It's just a few drops of blood, and it can't kill anyone." Curtisno laughed, and stroked Yafesol's hair with the other hand hooked to the glass bottle.

Yafisol was furious, "What do you mean by a few drops of blood? These are all my blood! What you drank was my blood, and what is flowing out now is also my blood!"

Seeing the normally indifferent Yafisol showing a worried expression, Curtisino's eyes were gentle, and his blue water eyes smiled as he looked at the young man who lowered his head and carefully exploded for himself, "Hey, my arm is fine, don't worry."

Yafisol tied the bandage, snatched the bottle hooked in Curtisino's hand, and jumped far away.

He held the bottle tightly with one hand and the cross hanging around his neck with the other, and said angrily, "Who is worried about you? Cunning vampires, my human race and your vampires have been incompatible since ancient times, how could I worry about you!"

Obviously worried, Curtisno murmured in a low voice, but raised both hands on his body and smiled helplessly, "Okay, okay, okay, don't worry, let's go on. Be careful with the glass bottle, it contains your blood .”

Yafesol froze, coughed twice, blushed slightly, and tied the glass bottle containing blood to his neck.

After putting down his hand, Yafesol resumed his usual indifferent expression, put the hood on his head again, and Yafesol said naturally, "Aren't you a second-generation blood race? Even if you have the ability to attack mentally, give With my bottle, you can handle them, but I shouldn't be able to handle them, right?"

"Do you think that mental attacks can only be attacked face-to-face?" Curtisno chuckled, "You are still too young. You are not under my influence, so you won't notice it. But I told You, I can't only control creatures."

"Come on, come here," Curtisno waved to Yafesol, and when he saw Yafesol approaching, he pointed to the stone in front of him and said, "You are a rabbit now."

Yafesol looked at the stone and opened his eyes slightly. The most ordinary stone that was lying quietly on the ground just now jumped up without warning. The stone really jumped and ran to the distance like a rabbit.

Yafisol: "..."

Curtisno clasped his hands together and looked at Yafesol, "You can feel at ease now?"

Yafesol: "..." Peace of mind? Yeah, reassuring too much. If in the future, Curtisino suddenly gets hot-headed and points to a pile of furniture and shouts "You are a rabbit", "You are a giraffe", "You are a mouse", then their home will be smashed, and the sky will be turned upside down

Hey, no! Why did he say "we"

Yafisol's heart was as turbulent as the vast ocean, but his face was expressionless and calm: "... continue on your way."

Seeing that Yafisol was unmoved, Curtisno could only shrug his shoulders, "Okay, let's go."

In the depths of Yafesol's memory, Curtisno also saw the internal structure and geographical distribution of the blood race. Although he didn't understand why Yafesol, who had never entered a blood race, would know this, but in his heart he always felt that Yafesol should be like this.

Mysterious, unknown, seductive.

Are there still fewer secrets in this boy

The realm of blood clan is not eternal darkness, it also has daylight. It’s just that it’s not used for the bright and sunny day in the human world. The daytime of the blood race seems to be covered with a thick layer of thick fog. The sun is hidden under the thick clouds and fog, and the whole blood race is filled with thick fog. Like a cloudy day.

The two quickly shuttled across the grass, like two graceful and vigorous black panthers in the dark. After running for about an hour, Curtisno stopped at the top of a desolate mountain.

The area around the top of the mountain is desolate and densely foggy, and the scene in front of you cannot be seen clearly if it is more than one meter away.

Along the way, there is no more desolate place than here.

There was a dead tree next to the two of them, and on the branch of the dead tree, a crow landed on the dead vine and croaked twice, adding a bit of terror to the surroundings.

Yafesol looked at the empty mountain top, "Isn't this where your castle is?"

Curtisno nodded and said with a smile, "Congratulations, baby. You're right."

Yafisol followed behind Curtisno, only to see Curtisno raised his hands and shouted with a blank face: "Appear, my castle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the thick layer of mist dissipate without wind. After dissipating, a magnificent and solemn castle appeared on the top of the mountain.

There was a sign inlaid on the huge metal gate of the castle. The characters on the sign were ancient characters, but Yafisol still recognized it. It was the words "Vander".

The crow seemed to be startled by the sudden appearance of the castle, and after two quacks, it flapped its wings and flew into the castle.

"This is your castle?" Yafesol asked, pointing to the castle.

It's strange to say that the mountain top, which was still a desolate and scary place just now, suddenly changed its appearance after the fog cleared.

The weeds on the ground are gone, the gate is clean and shiny, without rust at all. And inside the castle, it was actually brightly lit, making it look extraordinarily warm. Standing outside the gate, Yafisol actually felt like coming home.