Geeky

Su Shi stood up from the ground.

The gradually soothing female voice and the indistinguishable chant form a two-part chorus, like the god of death in white waking up the dead...

More than a dozen black shadows sneaked among the trees and emerged from all sides, like shadows turning in the light, silently.

Like a panther approaching its prey, its footsteps are perfectly hidden in the sound of fallen leaves in the wind.

Their black hair was blacker than the silence in the depths of the forest, their faces were diffused with thin moonlight, glowing with a pale halo, and a pair of eyes that turned red in the night stared at Su Shi.

They formed groups of three or four—since they could not drink the wine of victory alone, they reluctantly shared the cup of glory with others.

They seem to be indifferent to everything, but they are competitive because of pride.

This kind of atmosphere doesn't look like a fun game.

Su tried to unbutton the cuffs of the shirt, and the sleeves of the white shirt hung out of the cuffs of the suit.

He stood in a small clearing in the forest, and the moonlight shone under his feet, like torn pieces of paper, scattered and overlapping.

For a moment, it seemed that Wan Lai was silent, and they both stopped in silence.Even the wind stopped at this moment, and the leaves lowered their heads peacefully, as if sleeping soundly.The silver moonlight rolls back and forth on the leaves like silver rain.

Maybe Su Shi missed a command, or the sound of a horn as a signal.

A dozen or so figures disappeared among the trees in an instant, and the trees surrounding Su Shi trembled suddenly. The crown of the tree was like a giant's chest, crouching while panting, the branches moved towards him, the leaves in the sky and the ground rushed towards him. Chung.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Pale hands overlapped and grasped his shoulders. In an instant, he was almost overwhelmed by those ghostly shadows.

……

What followed was a melee.

Competition and plunder go on at the same time, hunters turn into protectors in an instant, and the relationship among hunting teams, prey, and hunting teams changes rapidly.

A series of black shadows rushed towards the center of the forest like a strong wind, and were thrown out of the air like water droplets in an instant by a powerful force.People kept being smashed on the tree trunks and rolled on the ground, and people kept getting up and rushing into the battle again.

The trees made a crackling sound, and the fallen leaves rustled like a charming smile.

Su Shi's back collided with another person's back. It was Balan, who was relying on the support of his back, and when he couldn't stand still, he kicked up and kicked his cousin flying.

Only Balaam remained alone, unaligned...it looked as if they were a team.

A black shadow pounced on Su Shi from behind, and stretched out his hands to his shoulders, but Balan grabbed the back swing arm and threw it across the air.The black shadow was like a white baseball that was hit by a baseball bat, and it hit another blood race who was rushing forward. The two crossed each other, making a muffled sound, overlapping and rolling into a pile.

The black shadows looked at each other, and each team sent a member to surround Balaam.

Three men and one woman surrounded Balaam in a quadrangular shape. The hand drawn from behind held the drawn dagger and surrounded Balaam.

The unexpected difficulty of the competition has inspired their bloodthirsty nature... These guys have gone crazy.

"idiot."

Balaam unbuttoned his coat at a steady pace.

Four people started to besiege Balaam from four directions at the same time.

Balaam waved his coat and threw it over the head and face of one of them. With a slight movement of his footsteps, he raised his hand and caught the blade with the bat pattern on the ring. His pale hand circled around the dagger like a snake and clasped the opponent's wrist. With a flick of the hand——

"Crack."

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones, a shrill scream rose from the forest like a whirlwind.

The remaining white flashes did not stop at all, turned slightly, and continued to row towards Balan. The two blood races, male and female, attacked him from the right and rear respectively, and jointly blocked his retreat.

Balan's figure flicked to the right, avoiding the blow of the female vampire, and hit the male vampire's chest with his back, and stabbed out from his armpit with a curved dagger.

The male blood race only felt a violent shock in his body, and a strong and dull sound echoed in his chest.When he recovered from the shock, his arm was already clamped by Balan's side, and the wrist protruding from Balan's waist was firmly held by that pale and thin hand.

Balaam's fingers gripped the rabbit's neck like eagle's talons, and his wrists whined.The dagger in his hand was like a fallen leaf breaking away from a branch, leaving him.

And Balaam's other hand, backhanded, grabbed the side of his neck.

At this moment, the female vampire held back the saber gesture, while the male vampire just took off his coat from his face, and out of obsessive-compulsive disorder, he tidied up a little... Their bright red eyes stared at each other in the dark night. and their brother Balaam.The female blood race took the lead. Under the skirt-like riding outfit, a pair of knee-length riding boots turned around and walked towards Balan...

There was a low human cry in the air.

Balan's fingers were as stiff as steel, and with a "poof", a mouthful of blood sprayed on his right shoulder, soaking his shoulder, and soaking the ring on his left index finger and the hanging silver chain. blood.

The female blood race stopped.

When Balaam let go, he remained motionless on the spot, staring at the vampire woman in front of him.

The blood man behind him tilted his head to one side, grabbed his neck and staggered back, as if his neck suddenly couldn't bear the weight of his head...

He fell to the ground like a drunken man, spitting red foam in a muffled murmur.

He had to wait at least 5 minutes for such an injury to heal.

And these 5 minutes must be very uncomfortable.

Balaam moved slightly, and the female vampire retreated three steps in a row.

Balan raised his hand, and the male blood on one side offered the simple folded coat with both hands.

……

With a cry of exclamation, Su Shi staggered backwards, his heels hit the ground, and he lost his balance.

Behind him is a straight stream, wider than a brook, shallower than a river, clear to the bottom during the day, now flickering in the moonlight, with fallen leaves passing silently with the waves, like trees weeping by chance tears.

A pale hand grabbed Su Shi's lapel, as fast as pale lightning, like taking ice that was about to melt from the fire, Su Shi seemed to be anxious to grab the last straw in a panic, and pulled over at a faster speed. The opponent's wrist——

The two of them were instantly separated.

The young vampire in front of him couldn't stop his inertia and swooped down into the river.

"Wow—"

The water splashed, and the water lily surged violently.

Su Shi had already used his strength to return to the shore, and brushed off the folds of his suit with his hand.

And the blood race was like a cat that fell into the water, flopping about in a panic, and after struggling to climb ashore, it still looked like it was in shock.He raised his arms, and the stream poured from his sleeves, and his eyes widened in wonder, as if he had turned into a wildling or something when he emerged from the water.

"no no!"

It was difficult for him to accept his situation, as if it was more unbearable than being kicked to the bone or pierced by a dagger, and the wet mess all over his body.

He struggled to stand up, the wet cloth wrapped around his legs tightly, as if the cloth was sucking him.He never looked at Su Shi again, but was alone, staggering away like a cat that had been taped in a strange posture.

After all, he is a guy who keeps stroking his hair even during fights... Su Shi took it calmly.

Trees were planted scatteredly by the river, and the one with the light bulb hanging on it was right behind Su Shi.Rosy bulbs of light fell among the foliage, and below, a silver chain of a cross hung from a peg on the trunk.

Su Shi turned towards the tree, and then, together with the black figure behind him, his body jumped slightly at the same frequency—just like most people do when they are frightened.At a distance of less than one foot, a pale face was silently watching Su Shi... The vampire lurking close, held his breath, like a black ghost, silently opened his cold fingers, moving slowly His hands stopped abruptly in subtle embarrassment, and then he spread his fingers and grabbed his neck!

Catch him and slam into the tree trunk beside him!

The trunks tremble, the leaves clatter.

The back suddenly burned, like mint being torn to pieces and exuding a fragrance, a numb pain arose.Before Su Shi regained his senses from the dizziness brought about by the unexpected violent blow, the young vampire pressed his forehead with a palm, causing the back of his head to slam into the tree trunk, creating buzzing in his brain.The fingers piercing through Su Shi's hairline tightened immediately, and he stretched out his fangs, like a deer drinking a stream, lowering his head to drink.

In the next second, he stepped back suddenly——

"Bump!" A silver ball lamp spun at high speed and rushed through the air, hitting the tree trunk on the opposite bank, and deeply embedded in it.The rose-colored light flickered for a while, then dimmed, and the halo became as weak as coal fire.

The blood clan standing in front of Su Shi had a drop of blood dripping from the bridge of his tall nose, and the wound had disappeared.

He turned his head like a hunting dog, and looked at Balan in the distance—hidden by the tree trunk in the perspective, he was raising his hand to straighten the slightly messy coat on his shoulders.The unbuttoned coat was now draped over his shoulders.

The vampire swung his wrist down forcefully, and a sharp knife shot out of his cuff and was held by him.With a tense posture like a cheetah attacking, he turned into a swift shadow and rushed towards Balan.

Balaam stepped forward, his figure flickering.

He seemed to be strolling in the garden, but the coat draped over his shoulders was fluttering.

The tip of the knife drew an arc, raised to a high place, and slashed towards Balaam's neck...

The rapid airflow made the leaves above tremble uncomfortably, as if they were about to break free from the branches and escape.

With a side kick, Balaam was fast, accurate, and ruthless. With the advantage of his proudly long legs, he kicked the opponent into the air and split the tree trunk.Balan rested his fingers on his shoulders, clamped the placket, and fiddled with the coat that was still hanging smoothly on his shoulders.

Just as the two people below were fighting, a black shadow took the opportunity to jump from the tree, like a hawk swooping down from the sky, and stabbed Balan with a sharp dagger. In the blink of an eye, the cold light had already reflected on the back of Balan's neck... …

Balaam turned and kicked him back up the tree.

Looking at the dark woods from a bird's-eye view, I saw a large-sized person flying out of the top of the branches and leaves like a bird, and then falling down, as if swallowed by the sea, and disappeared in the leaf waves amidst the sound of "squeaking" leaves. middle.

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