Can I have a bite [Interstellar]

The second idiot sprang out nimbly from the densely packed footsteps. With a light leap, he jumped onto the crystal chandelier above the ring.

With a sound of "click", the ring slowly rose, and the noisy voices in the hall suddenly fell silent.

A vampire with a blindfold on his left eye came into the ring. He was Berlin and Arnold met the vampire in a coffee shop, so that it involved his design to make Arnold a vampire and was shot by Berlin in his left eye.

Compared with the arrogance at the first meeting, now he is even more disgusted.

As soon as he took the stage, the audience was full of screams and cheers. The challenge of the mixed race against the blood clan was considered by most of them to be an extremely interesting entertainment game.

After the ring is raised, a noose is hoisted in the air, and a round stone that is easy to roll is placed under the noose.

After the blood race came to the stage, Arnold followed suit. He was wearing a gray coat and a hat, and the brim of the hat was lowered, so that only his small pointed ears and thin chin could be seen.

After he took the stage, the screams and cheers intensified.

At the height of the hall, countless eyes looked straight through the glass windows at the weak half-breed named Arnold on the ring.

Eugene's tight upper body was bare, and there were many old and new wounds on his body, which was his best achievement as the current General Rose.

He fastened the belt on his trousers, lit a cigarette, and walked to the glass window to look at the gray-clothed mixed race in the hall.

Omar silently walked behind him, barefoot, only wearing some clothes to cover her body, exposing her naked thighs.

"You are his captain. No matter whether he is capable or not, he is still a member of our Rose Army. You must stop such things in the future." Eugene said after taking a puff of cigarette.

"Of course," Oma reached out and took the cigarette from Eugene's mouth, took a few puffs, and slowly exhaled the smoke ring, "I wanted to stop it, but," she paused, then lowered her breath. The voice said, "I didn't expect such an insignificant challenge to attract the attention of the council of elders, and at the same time, it also attracted Lorenzo, our prince."

When she said the word "Lorenzo", her voice became sneering, and she put the cigarette back into Eugene's hand, and Omar picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on, "You don't wonder what is worth them Is it because of the incident itself or because of someone?"

Eugene took another breath of his cigarette, staring thoughtfully at the scene in the hall below.

The "hanging game" in the hall below has begun.

The rule is that the lottery is drawn first, and the one who catches it first stands on the round stone on the ring with a scythe in his hand, and puts his neck into the noose. After the referee announces the start, the stone under his feet will be removed immediately.

If you can't cut the noose with the sickle in your hand immediately after being hung, you will be hanged.

A very simple game, but full of fun for bored vampires.

As we all know, the blood race is not so simple to hang, so the game itself is unfair. Most of the gamblers bet on whether the half-blood named Arnold will survive or live for a few minutes.

The referee asked the two of them to draw lots, and when Arnold caught the first one, the voice on the stage became even more heated.

On the crystal chandelier, the two idiots kept turning around the lamp panel.

Arnold took the sickle handed by the referee. His wrist was slender and thin, and it looked inexplicably powerful and beautiful under the crystal light.

He walked to the round stone without hesitation. He hadn't raised his head since the beginning of the game, but remained silent. At this moment, the laughter and noise around him seemed to be cut off by him.

He looked at the round stone, and stepped on it slowly and casually, when he stood completely on the stone.

The gloomy pupils of Lu Ensi opposite Lorenzo dilated, and he squeezed the two jade balls in his hand with a strange sound. Lorenzo frowned, trying to keep his expression unchanged, his eyes flick Turn around, the guards hiding in the dark have quietly left, and of course Lu Ensi's side has also started to act.

The surface of the round stone was very smooth, and it rolled slightly on the ring, but Arnold stood still, like a dragonfly on the water. His back was straight, and his lines were graceful and smooth, which made the shouts from the audience subconsciously low. Going down, the laughter and cursing just now have all disappeared.

The thin figure showed fortitude and familiarity. Gordon pressed his palm on the glass window, slowly clenched his fist, and slammed it hard against the glass window, with disbelief and...anger on his face.

impossible!It can't be him!

He turned around sharply, but turned and bumped into a solid chest, his whole body was enveloped in an aggressive aura.

He raised his head, saw those emerald eyes, and immediately gritted his teeth: "Crowley! Get the fuck away from me!"

Crowley imprisoned Gordon in his arms unscrupulously, and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry about it."

In the hall, Arnold held a sickle in his right hand and put his head into the noose. The blood race wearing a blindfold winked at the referee, and before he could start shouting, he slammed the round stone on the ground away.

The hoisting noose was tight, and the blood race wearing blindfolds froze suddenly when he saw the man hanging in the air who had just opened his mouth to laugh.

The death throes he imagined were completely out of sight.

In an instant, at the moment when the noose was tightened, the sickle in Arnold's hand was incredibly fast, like a flash of lightning, cutting the noose almost at the same time.

When both feet landed, there was a few seconds of silence on the field, and then the audience screamed and cursed, why is this half-blood still alive?Didn't they lose money on their gamble?

After a commotion, the referee finally calmed down a lot under the stop of the referee, because the stone was moved away before the time was up. At this time, the referee was a little guilty, and he urged the blood race wearing the blindfold to start.

"Understood, what's the rush!" The plan was completely broken, he gave Arnold a fierce look, and stepped on the prepared stone.

With the referee's "start", the stone was moved away, and after being hanged by the noose around the neck, the Blood Race struggled and waved the sickle in his hand, and it took a long time to cut the noose in a wild swing.

There were a lot of contemptuous voices from the audience, and the eyes he looked at Arnold became more resentful.

The referee coughed lightly, and after discussing with the chief referee, announced that the winner was Arnold.

The referee asked Arnold, who hadn't spoken since he came on stage, to say a few words, but Arnold just bowed and got off the ring, leaving the referee on the ring to justify himself in the end.

He walked quickly to the bathroom and closed the door. Arnold took off his coat and hat, and wiped off the substance from his ears with a tissue in his pocket. His pointed ears returned to their usual round and small size. His face was indifferent and impressive. It is Berlin.