Can I have a bite [Interstellar]

The shout price of [-] gold coins made the venue quiet for a moment, and the blood clan who sat in the first row and had not called out the price since the beginning of the transaction called out the highest price tonight.

This price obviously surprised the blood race on the floating terrace. This should be the highest price in the history of transactions he has handled.

There are other blood clans who can only give up resentfully even if they are not reconciled. After all, the status of being able to participate in this transaction must not be too low.

"[-] gold coins, deal!" With the knock of a gavel, the transaction that night was successfully concluded with [-] gold coins.

Lorenzo sat on the last podium, the coolness in his eyes could not be seen clearly under the mask, but there was a big smile on the corner of his mouth.

In order to allow VIPs to enjoy better, Star City also has a special comfortable bedroom, so when the last items in the trading hall are over, people will naturally be sent up so that distinguished guests can enjoy the items.

The waiter took the guest who spent 18 gold coins to the [-]th floor via the automatic elevator, and he gave him the identifier "Dear guest, I wish you a happy day"

The recognizer was placed on the card slot at the door, and the door opened with a "click", and the blood race walked in slowly.

After closing the door, he took off the mask on his face and put it on the cabinet at the door. Even if his face was well-dressed, he could not conceal his greed at this time. He habitually unbuttoned his collar. Xie came to Xingdu for some pastime in the boring life in the army, but unexpectedly got an unexpected surprise.

He took off his shoes and walked into the bedroom barefoot. A thin figure lay in the middle of the large bed, with only his head exposed under the quilt.

He didn't walk over immediately, took a cigarette and took two puffs. After the room was filled with a faint smell of smoke, he extinguished the unburned cigarette in the glass jar, and then walked into the bathroom.

With the sound of splashing water, the bathroom door opened after a while, and the heat dissipated. He strode to the edge of the bed and sat down. The soft big bed was recessed in a deep arc.

"Do you know why you are worth [-] gold coins?" He said contemptuously, wiping his dripping hair and saying, "That's because you look like a person." The towel in his hand was thrown on the ground, and he went to bed, panting The warm fingers rubbed and pinched the neck of the person on the bed, making him look up, "That hateful and stupid"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a murderous aura, a sharp blade flashed in front of his eyes, he immediately withdrew his hand and jumped a little further away from the bed.

"?!"

The person on the bed held a sharp wooden stick in his hand, and slowly pulled up his bathrobe to cover his white and smooth shoulders. He slowly turned his head, his light blue pupils were icy cold.

"...Are you?" His bathrobe was scattered in the corners of the room because of the big action just now, the buttons on the waist were broken.

The person on the bed was obviously not the pet he bought just now, with such an obvious murderous look, it was here to kill him, he straightened up mockingly, "Things that are beyond their capabilities!" With a lift of the arm, it fell heavily, and the people underneath turned over to avoid it. The big white bed collapsed, and scattered sawdust floated in the air.

His blood-red eyes stared at the figure that had jumped to the wall, his fangs were exposed, and his sharp nails grew wildly. Every move was extremely fierce. In a flash, he grabbed the man's neck, and retracted his fingers without hesitation. Tight, but let go after a sharp pain in the abdomen.

Blood dripped in the ruined room. He wiped the wound on his abdomen with his fingers, looked at the unhealed wound, and stared at the weapon in the opposite person's hand. It was a sharpened wooden stick with blood stains on it. It is the best proof that it has hurt itself.

A wooden stick, not a silver utensil... Yes, the pupils of his head shrank extremely small. If he still had a relaxed attitude just now, he didn't dare to be distracted at this moment.

Berlin calmly turned the wooden stick in his hand. The bruised red marks on his neck did not seem to have affected him in any way, as if his body was not in pain. He flipped it upside down and held it in his hand again, the speed was so fast that the blood race was a little overwhelmed.

A moment of hesitation gave Berlin an opportunity. While being wrapped around his body, he turned his arms backwards in an unattainable twisted posture, threw the wooden stick into the air, and quickly held and waved it with the other hand. Down.

With the sound of piercing flesh, the wooden stick had already been nailed to the blood clan's left shoulder, and he let out a tragic cry. When he pulled out the wooden stick in Berlin, he quickly knelt down with his knees heavily as if he had lost his life.

The strong smell of rust dissipated, and a big mouthful of blood overflowed from the blood clan's mouth. His eyes were dark and violent, and he roughly wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand.

There was only a moment of calm, and the two sides fought again.

The expensive and luxurious chandelier on the top was shattered when the blood clan dodged the weapon in Berlin's hands, and the room fell into darkness, only the sound of gasping.

"Ah!" The blood race howled, Berlin held him tightly in the darkness, his slender white legs were exposed from under the bathrobe during the fight, and the bloody wooden stick was inserted into the blood race's chest inch by inch, It seems that it is still slowly spinning and advancing with hatred, throwing everything aside, as if it is a beautiful bloody picture.

"...Who the hell are you? Who sent you here!" The blood clan firmly grasped Berlin's arm, like a trapped animal, and his skin had turned an abnormal blue color.

"I just want to pay homage to the dead with your death"

The sudden sound seemed familiar, and the eyes of the dying blood race suddenly widened.

Then Berlin slowly said "Dylan, may you rest in peace"

Di... Lun, yes, the blood race's last breath was struggling because of hearing this name, and his terrifying eyes, like copper bells, fixedly stared at Berlin, as if he had seen something terribly frightening "...you , you are...he, I didn't kill him"

The last word disappeared in the sudden "da" at the door of the room.

Because of this sound, Berlin's hand stopped, and he projected a murderous intent towards the door that opened a gap in the darkness, thus saving the life of the vampire on the ground.

"Heh, it's really intense"

A smiling voice came from the door, and a figure walked in slowly. In the dark, he could accurately avoid the mess on the ground.

Berlin couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly, but he knew...it was a blood race.

He pulled out the wooden stick in his hand expressionlessly and jumped to the window. Even though the blood race at the door did not show any killing intent, it made him chill all over, and he subconsciously became more cautious than before.

"It can be hurt like this, en." He glanced at the wound of the blood race on the ground, looked towards Berlin, and said in a casual voice, "Poplar tree?"

Berlin didn't make a sound, and squeezed the poplar stick in his hand. For the vampires, poplar stumps are extremely dangerous, and the damage they cause is no less than silverware. Reduced to ashes, but quickly reduced to shriveled corpses.

Hope rose in the eyes of the blood race on the ground, and they grabbed the last straw, "...Dear...king, my lord, save"

"Okay, okay, I'll save," he agreed with a smile, but when the last word landed, he grabbed the dying blood on the ground and jumped away instantly.

"You're so short-tempered." He smiled and threw the vampire in his hand to the corner, quite interested. "What you're holding is not a friendly thing. Maybe we can sit down and have a drink and talk." Spread his hands Like to talk.

In the dark, Berlin turned the wooden stick in his hand between his index fingers and put it back on his waist.

This action made Lorenzo narrow his eyes, and then he smiled and said, "Why? No weapons? I'm really underestimated."

The move flew across the air, and Lorenzo felt a little strange after a few moves. He dodged the attack, grabbed the elbow of the right hand that was coming across, and said with a smile, "The right hand, was injured?" Although it was a question, it was affirmative. As soon as the words fell, a sharp slash struck him so that he was directly pressed against the wall, his abdomen was firmly pressed down, and he grabbed the swung elbow, and he lowered his eyes.

The calf protruding from the bathrobe is like an iron rod, pressing hard on his abdomen. The line from the ankle to the calf is straight and beautiful, and the graceful line disappears until the bathrobe. Such a leg can be broken with a little force. His calf hit him in the stomach with a lot of force...beautiful and dangerous.

The close combat made him smell a faint mellow fragrance, and the elbows he grabbed were thin and powerful, which made him lose his mind for a moment.

"You are very appetizing to me." In the darkness, the prince who was overturned on the ground, when Berlin's fingers touched the third bone of his spine, his voice was not tense.

The bone was broken with a "click", and the painless prince on the ground flashed red eyes. He pinched Berlin's slender wrist and pressed him to the ground. His fingers held the vital waist of the person underneath, and praised "waist The limbs are so beautiful" said and moved his neck, and the bones that had just been pinched by Berlin had been restored in the dislocation of several "clicks".

"Let me introduce, my name is Lorenzo Butisto." In the darkness, he bent down and sniffed the scent on that alluring neck. The scent that penetrated his skin made him excited by a ghost, never before. The scorching heat gathered in the lower body... I was so thirsty, and the hand holding Berlin slowly changed its taste. I grabbed his hair and made him raise his head, "Come on, let me see, who do you look like?"

There was a sound of "crack", it was the sound of a hard blow, Lorenzo paused, only feeling a burning pain from his jaw, and saw the waist of the person under him bent into a bow at an unusually soft angle, like a The ready-to-go bow swiftly escaped from his armpit, and in the blink of an eye, he was punched in the jaw.

I haven't felt pain for a long time, this punch seems to be irritating and numb, but the smell of blood in my mouth and the loose teeth are enough to prove how powerful that punch was just now.

He smiled and pushed the loose teeth from the inside with his tongue, rubbing his thumb and forefinger, recalling the touch and flexibility just now, his tone was reluctant and charming, "the softness is wonderful"

"Ah!" There was a sharp howl in the room, and then disappeared in an instant. Lorenzo put away the smile on his lips, and the strong smell of blood in the air made people sick.

Through the struggle with himself, the goal has not changed. Lorenzo slowly stood up, with a smile on his face again, and the red crystal inlaid on the top of the chain-shaped sword-shaped earring on his right ear reflected a different image than usual. same light.

Berlin pulled out the wooden stick that had pierced the heart of the blood race, and the hands that were unable to swing in the air fell down as if they had lost their life. Blood gushed out from all sides of the chest, and then the corpse slowly withered...

His target was the half-dead vampire in the corner. As for... the prince in front of him, Berlin's face remained unchanged.

In the darkness, Lorenzo caught the last poplar stick that the opposite person hit when he was running away. When he raised his eyes, the opposite person rushed towards him. His light blue eyes seemed moist like a spring, and he caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye. cold light.

The sound of "呲" followed by the sound of "Pa Da", wet liquid splashed on his chin, and some of it even splashed into the corners of Lorenzo's eyes, making his eyes blink.

The sharp blade was held by the slender wrist, as if a part of the body could be controlled freely, and it cut off the prince's arm in an instant.

An arm chopped off by Berlin flew up in the air and fell on the messy bed sheets.

The window in the room was wide open, the curtains were floating, the human had already jumped out and escaped, the room was filled with the bloody smell that made him extremely uncomfortable, he held the bloody poplar stick in his hand, instead of throwing it away, he held it in his hand Playing with it, the wooden stick flipped around in his hand, exactly the same as Berlin's movements.

After a while, the wooden stick was crushed into powder in his hands and dissipated into the air. He picked up the severed arm on the ground and said casually, "It's really terrible." If this human is holding silverware, it would be really bad.

The blood-stained arm was put back in place, and the broken wound healed crazily. He moved his arm and recovered freely. A smile hung on the corner of his mouth, revealing his harmless tiger teeth. If it wasn't for the evenly spread blood on his arm, he wouldn't be able to see it at all. Just as the arm separated from his body.

He walked to the window with an inexplicable meaning in his smile, "Let's take a guess and see if you can escape?"