Love Taker [Quick Transmigration]

However, none of the ascetics on Mount Ao was spared.The Xinglu Sect, who once cultivated the first sect, has been buried under the snow.

——Zongzheng Jinyun gradually understood the secret of the supreme way of heaven.

In countless disasters, he saw the trace of the Great Dao.

All things reincarnate.Whether it is a cultivator who wants to find the way of heaven, a cruel and ruthless demon cultivator, or a mortal who is regarded as an ant by the cultivator, they are all in it.Dao lover, he is like this, she is like this, mortals are like this, and cultivators are like this, they keep sending life to the world, and they keep plundering, continuing the world, and can destroy it in an instant.

Above the common people, only the way of heaven is supreme, even if he is constantly killing at this moment, he is only the executor of the way of heaven, a tool to accommodate the way of heaven.

Yiwen stared at the figure whose skirt was stained red with blood from a high altitude.

The former swordsman was standing on the cliff, looking at the mountains and rivers below, his robe was blown violently by the strong wind.

The face that was always smiling gently was frosty at the moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Why, Junior Brother, have you taken a fancy to him?" A voice came from behind apprehensively, "You're right, you've never talked to anyone, but you paid so much attention to this chief executive...ah no, the former chief only It may be that he has taken a fancy to him, no wonder, his pure yang body, which is almost blessed by the heavens, is a good Taoist companion for dual cultivation."

Ivan's voice was cold: "I am ruthless."

The man sneered: "Yes, Wuqing said, since this is the case, I will snatch him away? Although it is not like you that can make him lie down willingly and obediently, it is not bad to snatch it as a furnace. Body."

"Gucuo, you'd better not attack him." Yiwen finally turned around.

Standing behind him was a handsome man also dressed in black, looking at him with a proud smile: "Oh? Protect?"

"I just don't want to lose one of the Seven Sons of the Demon Realm for no reason. At this moment, it's annoying to snatch names around." The subconscious meaning is that you can only be killed by him if you rush up.

Gu Cuo sighed: "You really... have no affection at all. If I hadn't protected you and taught you spells when you were young, you, a brat with a stinky face and a stinky mouth, would have died a long time ago, you know?"

Yiwen ignored him: "I haven't pursued the matter in the Hua'e Secret Realm before," he said with a cold face, "I've already told you to stop."

So you shouldn't create that kind of unreasonable killing, then seize the key to the secret realm, and pass all the troubles on to him.

Gu Cuo smiled but didn't answer, he looked down again, and asked curiously: "Since it's not a pure Yang body, are you looking for his face, or his body? I don't think I'm worse than him."

Ivan replied coldly: "He is the key to the way of heaven."

Gu Cuo looked at him with cold and heartless eyes, as if whoever was in those black eyes was just a tool.

He stared fixedly at the somewhat childish face of the young man, then showed a nonchalant look again, and smiled: "That's right," he lowered his voice, "It's the same for you, otherwise you wouldn't refuse me to do this." Many times."

Anyway, he has already seen the secret of the Dao of Heaven, and he is quite upset with the guy below who forcibly created this world just to experience doom, and even pulled himself into it.

It's just a false world, not to mention such a chaotic world, sometimes I think that I should just force it anyway, just looking for the pleasure of the present and the past, until this ridiculous doomsday comes.

But I still can't lay hands on you, can't hurt you, anything.

☆, 27 Twelve Steps to Heaven

Then how much time has passed.

Compared with the vastness of heaven, the time of mortals is just a drop of water falling on the blade of grass. Even the ascetics who claim to pursue the longevity of heaven and earth no longer have any meaning at the moment of collapse of heaven and earth.

But that must have been only a short time ago.It's just that his eyes were covered by too much darkness, and he couldn't tell the difference between day and night, and he couldn't tell the passage of time.

In the panic of hating the killing, he also wondered in a trance whether what he experienced in the past was just an illusion after all, just a fabrication of his own memory, with nowhere to go and no destination after all.

But just when he was used to seeing the past as a big dream, Zongzheng Jinyun saw that young man again on the bloody wasteland.

This dead place where blood flowed and corpses were stacked on top of each other was not created by him alone.

With the collapse of the Dao of Heaven, facing the anxiety of the doomsday and the pain of the death of relatives, the entire monastic world has fallen into madness.In the mortal world, mortals struggle to survive, aimlessly, killing each other.The cultivators who were once cold-hearted were also involved in desire and hatred, fighting each other one by one.

This is just the most common way of survival during this period of time.

However, the moment he saw the young man, he, who should have been insensitive to all this, immediately pulled up his torn black cloak, embarrassingly trying to hide his appearance in front of the other party.

Don't let him recognize himself, don't let him know who this man is who has created death so ruthlessly.

Or, at least, to hide the bloodstains on his body.

But the young man called out his name with certainty: "Zongzheng Jinyun." He said, "Do you feel suffering?"

After the way of the sword was destroyed, Zongzheng Jinyun no longer had the upright and calmness of the past. Every time he fell asleep, he would be awakened by nightmares. Even when he was awake, he was driven by the demons to keep looking for and killing.

The pain in the heart is always entangled, even if you step on the ground, it is like stepping on the edge of a knife. This kind of state of mind that makes people who practice the Tao fear is called suffering, and the way is proved by the suffering of the past.

A black divine bird cries high in the sky.

Out of the connection between God's favor and its master's mind, it could clearly feel its master's fear of this guy who suddenly appeared, and it was eager to kill him. Anyway, it has been doing so recklessly to eliminate the enemy during this period of time.

But whenever it wants to jump down, it will be immediately warned by the owner not to hurt him, so it feels very confused and flies hesitantly in the sky.

The person on the other side is approaching.

"Stand back!" Zongzheng Jinyun said hoarsely, "Otherwise...I..."

"You can't kill me," the voice was still the same as they first met, as cold as the ice and snow on the high mountain, and the doomsday frenzy in this world seemed to have never infected him at all, "Zongzheng Jinyun, you practice the way of swords. , should have used the sword to prove the way, break through the demons, and leave here. This is the road paved by the way of heaven for you, and this world was created for you."

But you fell down instead, and that's why it collapsed.

"Leave here?" Zongzheng Jinyun was stunned.

The young man stared at him with black eyes: "Don't you feel it... Only enlightenment, or death, is the way to leave this world."

A certain vague feeling flashed past, as if he had touched the trace of the Dao when Aoshan collapsed.Or when he was in Aoshan, he already felt that the world was like a drama, full of strange feelings.

But another strong anxiety arose from the other party's words, which made Zongzheng Jinyun forcefully ignore the feeling at that moment, and a strange look appeared on his face: "...what do you want to do?"

"If you still want to stay here, I will extradite you to the Demon Realm and give you the position of one of the Seven Sons of the Demon Realm. Although the environment there is harsh, the collapse of the Heavenly Dao is relatively slow, which is much better than Donglu."

Zongzheng Jinyun thought it was ridiculous, he looked at the young man's face, the former swordsman showed a forced smile, and asked, "What about you?"

"I want to die."

The young man truthfully told his thoughts.

He experienced an illusion in the Hua'e Secret Realm, and that illusion was so real that he wondered whether the world in front of him was the same as that illusion, but it was just a layer upon layer of cumulative illusion, after all, it was just a scene of heaven. big dream.

The so-called supreme way of heaven is not only the creator of the illusory and gorgeous dream, but also the knife that cuts it off in an instant, the realm of reflecting the void, and its fragments.In the end, any beautiful scene will be doomed to shatter, and this is the "ghost" of the Dao.

"If everything now is a realm of reflection, I want to see the reality behind the mirror."

The young man's expression was so flat, he seemed to have no idea how crazy words he had uttered.

Zongzheng Jinyun couldn't help but asked: "If there is no realm of mirroring the void at all, it is the truth right now, you..."

"Well, I will really die." The other party replied, "But there is no difference, my ruthless way has been destroyed."

He looked at the person in front of him calmly.

He was so calm that Zongzheng Jinyun was stunned for a while before he realized what the other party meant.

Although he is not ignorant of love, this is the first time he has received such a confession that perhaps the original meaning is not love, and he couldn't help laughing: "You are the one who is really ruthless, Evan."

The ruthless Tao cannot get close to love, but no matter whether the feelings for him are out of love or friendship, the young people feel the taste of normal people's emotions, so they interfere with their own Taoism.

But unlike Zongzheng Jinyun who was suffering because of that illusory dream, the person in front of him didn't care about anything at all, and he didn't care about the feelings he had experienced.

Having feelings and understanding them are two different things for him.Just like the young man clearly knew the former swordsman's feelings for him at this time, but he was still able to calmly say "want to die" to him.

The divine bird neighed in the sky, and it felt the grief of its master.

In fact, Zongzheng Jinyun didn't understand what he was still insisting on.

Day and night travel day and night, mountains and rivers reverse day and night.Even the border between dreams and reality has become confused, and the world has fallen into complete chaos.But it wasn't until this time that he realized that the other party had become the last way for him to feel the truth of this ridiculous world.

Give me pain, give me love.

Until both of these can be proven, you still exist, and the world therefore has value.

——But Ivan also understands this, so he must take action.

"It's time."

"Then, goodbye, Zongzheng Jinyun."

Hands being pulled up.In his hand, he still held the broken knife that he had not put down during the previous killing.

Standing in front of him, the young man stared calmly at Zongzheng Jinyun with black eyes, held his right hand with those cold hands, and slowly and deeply inserted the broken knife held in that hand into his heart.

"Ah." An unconscious voice, or, can't even make a sound?

Zongzheng Jinyun stared blankly at the person in front of him, and the hand that clenched the broken knife touched the wound deeply, and the blood from the heart puncture stayed from the wrist, which was extremely warm.

Just like in his fantasy dream, when he saw the leader of the rebel army being shot and killed by arrows on the gate of the old capital, the blood that flowed out was the same.

Fantasy, illusion, reality.

Until the moment the sword in his hand pierced the opponent's chest, blood flowed out, becoming an undoubted reality.

He looked at the blood, and it stained his hands red, no, it was just such a little blood, I don't know how much more blood he had seen before, he was already a completely hopeless weapon for killing people, but--

But I saw something more terrifying than all blood.

Everything, heaven and earth, common life, doomsday, heaven, no longer has any value of existence.

The young man was smiling, always with a cold face, but the rare young man who had smiled at him twice, pulled the corners of his mouth again, showed him a gentle smile, then closed his eyes, and fell on his face on the chest.

Even the last faint breath was gone.

...is this your choice?

Ruthless, death, the way of heaven—and then, prove the way.

Everything around is black and white, and the world is as empty as a spinning top that spins meaninglessly. Empty, it turns out to be something more at a loss than losing life. It turns out that love is so terrible.

It seemed as if something was devouring his sanity, but even this feeling didn't matter anymore.The world in front of me has become a piece of separated fragments, isolating the end of the unreachable mist, obviously standing, but there is no real feeling of standing.

There was laughter echoing in the bottom of my heart, but it hit the atrium hollowly.

In the end, it's all, it doesn't matter.

Nothing matters.

……

Zongzheng Jinyun suddenly realized that he was lying in a place where no one was alive anymore, the sky was so close that he was almost in front of his eyes.

The fragments of the past dissipated in the wind as if they were torn apart. He wanted to reach out and hold back the phantoms of the past, but his emotions told him coldly that everything was meaningless.

The sky suddenly darkened, as if entering the night, and even the sun was only left with a dark golden outline.Although the scene of that day seemed to be soaked in thick ink, it never lost its light. The flowing sunlight in the darkness was like gold, entangled with the night, and it became a magnificent and dazzling scene.All the elements that have nothing to do with the day are invisible in an instant, and everything in the past has become an illusion, maybe it is just a dream on the snow mountain after all.

So he suddenly realized the true meaning of the way of heaven.

There is no heaven above.

Either get rid of it by death, or make a breakthrough by proving the Tao.Now there is nothing to lose, and even the pain of killing the one I love, I am used to it.

In the end, like the words spoken by the young man, he will bear witness to the suffering.

He should have known.

——This world is a big dream.

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The author has something to say: This world is full of phantoms, and only death or a certain way can escape. This idea comes from "Inception", and Ivan's death also reminds me of the wife of the protagonist of Inception, who died because of too many illusions. Doubting the reality, he jumped from a high place, intending to commit suicide to get himself out of the virtual world.

In short, what Yiwen entered was his cultivation practice field, that is to say, everything was too illusory, not the real world.As for Zongzheng Jinyun’s world after waking up, I originally wanted to write about it, but in the end I thought it would be good to end like this. It is said that if you sometimes hear someone calling your name, it is very likely that your family is calling you in a coma You, or the information you see now is the code input (. Are you my dream within a dream, or am I your dream? The "brain in a vat" theory is unprovable. Next issue Notice:

"Strigoi can produce pleasure when they suck blood, not only can make others feel good, but also make themselves feel good. It's really immoral."

"Speaking of which, isn't there a special blood relationship?"

"It should be the enemy, but because of the blood, there is a humiliating but hopeless admiration and attachment. Two men, the same gender, who look like brothers, call the boy who looks like a child...Father Ah (laughs)."

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Tomorrow's update will temporarily return to the previous 23:[-]

☆, 28 sucking the first drop of blood from the neck

"Congratulations on returning! This time without using the company's help, I am already an excellent employee who can bravely challenge difficulties~"

The halo flickers bling blingly in mid-air, making people feel that it is a special form of blinding.

"Scattering flowers to celebrate~"

Ivan watched the colorful debris falling for no reason and fell towards the void under his feet, and looked around.

The shadows in the mist were still flashing back and forth, and if it wasn't for his illusion, they seemed to be closer to him than before.

But he confirmed that it was not an illusion that the fog was fading when he returned from the first world. The fog was indeed not as thick as when he first came.

Will this be a good thing or a bad thing?

"I said before that the world is real, right?"

"Of course~" Halo answered him very energetically, "It's all true. If the employee and the recipient have a bond, they can choose to stay there after completing ten courier tasks! Because any wish of the employee can be fulfilled." It's done! Our %$%&&$ is omnipotent!"

Disgusting feeling.

Ivan suddenly realized that Halo seemed to be secretly encouraging him to stop.

About those who stayed behind, about the desire to reach the end.

He didn't want to pay attention to it, but he always cared about the world he had just experienced, so he could only frown and ask, "If I am really an aboriginal in that world and escape from that false world at the cost of death, what will be the consequences?" ?”

"Of course—" Halo's voice was still so cheerful, without revealing any cruelty, "It's dead!"

"……"really.

When experiencing that world, Ivan already had a faint feeling.

That world was created for Zongzheng Jinyun, and only the other party can really leave. If Halo didn't deceive him about this kind of thing, according to the setting of that world's cultivation, he should have mistakenly entered that guy's real world. In the illusory realm of practicing calamity.

Zongzheng Jinyun was supposed to prove the Tao with a sword in that illusory realm, or die.

But I don't know what happened, "Destiny" judged that the recipient could not achieve this independently, so he was thrown into the past as a courier to help the other party achieve the supreme way of heaven—that is, escape from this greatest illusion.

No wonder there is always something wrong in that world. Except for the swordsman, everyone else has a sense of unreality.

They are indeed alive, but... It's like living in a dream, like some kind of projection, a shadow cast by another more real world.

However, there is one exception.

Deep purple eyes stare.

Ivan felt a little upset and asked, "Then how did he wake up?"

"Of course the dream is over, it means waking up~ He has passed the calamity, and the adventure of the big man has just begun, and this time the recipient is the real Son of Destiny~" Halo shook joyfully, "But he did have I have been looking for you as an employee, only to find that there has never been such a person, of course."

frivolous words--

But Yiwen knew Zongzheng Jinyun's character very well.

That innocent man must regard killing the one he loves as his sin, even if he wakes up from the dream, the pain will not be repaid.

Because the young man named "Ivan" is a phantom that only appears once, and the life and death of the person he cares about is in a state of ambiguity. It is not even possible to confirm whether such a person really exists, and in the end it is just a fruitless search.

Until he gets the answers he will never get, the naive and blind guy will live forever in pain.What's more, memory is such a grueling thing, it is more terrifying than momentary despair.

Ivan used the recipient's feelings just because it would be more convenient to complete the task.

But he doesn't like to bring pain to others.

Halo noticed his slight expression change: "Why~how~ do you want the staff to stop?"

"You really care about my emotions." Ivan's voice was cold.

Halo jumped twice aggrieved: "We [email protected]#@￥ is a good humanitarian company that values ​​employees' work motivation!"

He sneered, ignored them, just stared at the floating ghosts in the mist, and said, "Go to the next task."

……

Simon was breathing heavily.

Blood was continuously flowing out of the wound until his body was stained with blood.

But the most terrifying threat comes from inside the body, where powerful destructive forces are constantly rushing back and forth.

In such a state where the physical function may collapse at any time, he can still act like a normal person. This is already a symbol of his strength as a pioneer hunter of the Hunter Association.

How many times he was attacked and how many times he was injured, because the number is too large to recall, all he can do is to keep running away in the wilderness path far away from the city.

Stay away from those former colleagues who hunted him down, and stay away from those dark creatures who are absolutely not stingy with killing the vampire hunters who once slaughtered their prey mercilessly.

His real name is Simon De.Cold, calm, capable, powerful, relying on sharp and ruthless methods, although young, he has already passed several battles against vampires and gained a reputation in the hunter union and dark forces.

—Although that is already in the past tense.

Breaking through the shady scene of the hunter union, and at the same time snatching the black box that didn't know what was inside during the riots, the former vampire hunter Simon has been chasing and killing his colleagues and taking advantage of the enemy's looting for half a month. get away.

Blood, open wounds, internal wounds, for him, the whole world became extremely dangerous overnight.

The wound was too painful, and the only thing that could be confirmed was that there was no stench of those dark creatures around.

In a state of serious injury, Simon has no ability to impose a special sense of smell on himself, and what he can do now is to rely on experience to make judgments.

After confirming that it was temporarily safe, he leaned against the wall behind him, raised his head, stretched his hands towards his abdomen, gritted his teeth, and kept groping among the torn flesh.

touched it.

Finally grasping the wriggling branch-like black liquid inside, Simon resisted the severe pain and pulled it out, throwing it out viciously.

That "thing" screamed sharply on the ground, as if it was dissatisfied with the environment without flesh and blood, until Simon endured the pain of tearing the wound, pulled out the gun on his leg and shot it to death, screaming and not moving .

The trait Enchanted Silver Bullet is a must kill for this curse.

Only then did he heave a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall and collapsed on the ground, his gasps that he tried to suppress also became rough.

No, you have to get out of here, those people can trace his scent.

But... the body can no longer fight.

This is a castle in the wilderness. For some reason, there are no birds or beasts nearby, not even the sound of insects.

When he broke in, Simon felt uneasy all the time, but he had to find a hidden place to treat the wound quickly. This castle, which seemed to have been abandoned for a hundred years, was the best choice under the current situation.

But even though it was safe, the sense of uneasiness still lingered for a long time.

Simon frowned. For hunters who have been in dangerous environments all year round, intuition is a factor of strength that has to be trusted. There must be something in this castle.

Normally, he, who hates dark creatures extremely, would be happy to eliminate them, but with his current physical condition, Simon felt that he should choose wisely to avoid that thing.

He decides to leave the castle.

But when he got to the gate, Simon realized that both the gate and the windows had been completely blocked, and the walls of the dark castle exuded a mysterious red fluorescent light.

Without hesitation, he drew his gun and fired at the doors and windows.Confirmation is invalid.

"here……"

It seems that he has fallen into some dangerous place unconsciously.

But regretting at this time is worthless, and all Simon can choose is to turn around and move towards a darker place.

gloomy feeling.

It was thicker than the darkness, as thick as blood, and penetrated into the whole body along the respiratory tract.The deeper it went, the more uncomfortable the smell in the air made Simon.

Fortunately, he was originally a vampire hunter with a certain amount of dark genes in his ability. If he was the secret rite performer of the church, just such an evil breath would suffocate them to death as if they were being strangled by the neck.

— just without malice.

Very peaceful breath, like deep sleep.

That breath even made Simon, who was used to confronting vampires, feel a wonderful sense of love and compassion.It was a powerful force that even he in his heyday could not resist at all, but like a giant carefully holding a little man the size of a thumb in his palm, he was strong and survived, embracing "something" in the center of the castle in his arms.

Go up the narrow, spiral staircase.

I have been walking forward, but when I reach a certain distance, I can't tell whether it is rising or falling.Until the stairs came to an end and the corridor also came to an end, the vampire hunter pushed open the only door that could be opened at the end of the castle.

The turbulent blood-like darkness surged out in an instant, and Simon had to block his face with his arms until the darkness was diluted by the air.

He saw a scene in a room as large as a hall.

There was only one black coffin in the empty room, as if startled by the opened door, the black coffin floated into the air, and then started to move with a clicking sound.

"Sure enough..."

--vampire!

Evan was a little dazed when he woke up.

He had been sleeping in the dark for a long time, so that he didn't realize the end of this endless sleep, he just stared blankly at the black ceiling in front of him and blinked.

But his consciousness hadn't recovered yet, something had already shot ferociously, blowing up the place where he was, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden, gasping for air in pain, only then did he realize something was wrong.

There is killing intent in the air.

Before he could react, his body had already dodged backwards, dodging the next attack.It wasn't until his back hit the wall that he was surprised to see that his original lying position had been completely blown away.

Surrounded by gunpowder.

"You..." Ivan frowned to look at the attacker.

Standing in front of the gate was a handsome man who looked calm and cold.His face was as handsome as Kongsi, the god of the moon under the moonlit night, almost evil.Although he looked embarrassed at the moment, the black cloth wrapped his tall and healthy body, and he looked at him with warm brown eyes, and the inside was cold and cruel, like broken moonlight.

He originally had a heroic spirit that belonged to a human being, but his eyes were so fierce that they were too sharp and could not be overridden.

Before Ivan could ask, the other party had already responded with merciless continuous shooting.

This man's marksmanship was extremely precise. Although his face became paler, the hand holding the gun did not tremble at all, and the gun was aimed at the fatal part.If it wasn't for Ivan's quick reaction, he would almost have been hit.

The more he wanted to back away, the closer the man pushed, and finally Ivan was a little annoyed by the recipient this time.

"Humans," the cold voice was full of majesty—although it sounded a little strangely immature, "the crime of blaspheming blood, this punishment, are you ready to bear?"

Before Simon could react, he had already been hit by the strong pressure against the wall, and couldn't help but groan.

The boy was suspended in mid-air, his scarlet vertical pupils conveying strong oppression like a beast.

The smell of blood overflowing in the air finally condensed, although there was no direct physical contact, it firmly pressed him against the wall.The body that had been seriously injured for a long time made an overwhelmed sound, and the pain made Simon's eyes darken, and he almost suffocated.

But even in the face of the defeat of imminent death, he still had no fear, just gritted his teeth, and then suddenly laughed, provocatively: "Kill me, vampire...!"

"It is a pity."

The teenager responded in a low voice.

He flashed up to Simon, and when he was caught off guard, he knocked the stunned vampire hunter to the ground with a dark force in the air.Then a cold hand reached out quickly through Simon's wide-open eyes, and pressed his neck.

Snow-white fangs appeared under the red lips, approaching, accompanied by the pain of being stabbed on the neck.

"Do not--!"

He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the blood had already been sucked out, and he couldn't resist the sinful temptation of the vampire.

The instinctive uneasiness of the blood being drawn away is followed by a wonderful pleasure. The two strong pleasures and pains blend together, forming an unprecedented sensory impact, crushing the resistance and struggle of consciousness to pieces.

Simon's breathing became more and more heavy, his muscles were tense, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

The vampire hunter clenched his fists.As time went by, his reaction became more and more violent, but he was unwilling to make a sound. He just covered his mouth with his hand and bit it tightly, but his pupils became more and more dilated.

This person is really strong, even if he has not completely given up struggling at this time.It's a pity that in the current situation, it's just making yourself weaker and weaker, and you will be suppressed easily.

Glancing at him, Ivan thought to himself.

Of course, he is miserable now.

Since becoming a vampire in this world, he has never drank such an unpalatable blood. It is simply a mixture of muddy grass blades and groundwater, which is as sour as it can be.

This is probably the reason why although the blood family members hate vampire hunters extremely, they can't turn them into vassals to take revenge except by killing them.

It's too bad to drink, it's a conflict of attributes.

After tasting the first bite of this blood, Ivan's expression was very strange.He almost vomited it out, and he had to keep encouraging himself to be professional in order to persevere.

But as the fangs deepened, Ivan was surprised to find that he was already somewhat intoxicated by the other party's blood.

Under the rancid smell is the sweet smell of grass... No, it's not such a messy thing, it's hard to describe, but what I can admit is that it's really delicious.

He couldn't help but go deeper and deeper, until he felt the other person's body getting colder and colder before he suddenly woke up.

The dying vampire hunter was watching him.

Although the pupils were so dilated that one wondered if he could really see clearly, they were indeed staring at him.

Those eyes contained hatred, disgust...and, probably, pleading that he himself didn't realize.

The descendant selected by the blood race must be excellent, love life, and have strong willpower. These three conditions are indispensable. If he is not an excellent person, the blood race will not find him. If the willpower is not strong enough, he will not be able to persist in the process of first embrace. If you don't love life, you will walk on the road of death in the process of first embrace.

As long as you see this look in your eyes, you can understand that this man is unwilling to die.

Ivan took a deep breath to wake himself up, reversed the flow of blood, and re-injected it into the vampire hunter.

It must be quite painful to be deeply transformed by dark elements.It happened to be fused with the blood exchange of the blood race, and the feeling of intertwined pain and pleasure was even more deadly than excessive blood loss.

The blood-sucking skin touched, and with every touch, the man's tall body would tremble violently, his breathing became heavy again, and he tried to struggle.

Yiwen noticed that the other party was actually hard.

He pouted, and when the man suddenly became violently struggling again, he suddenly got close to him, and then did something very simple.

Being do... This kind of thing seems to be more difficult for this young vampire hunter to accept than being embraced by a blood clan.

The other party struggled to crawl towards the door, trying to escape from this place.

It's a pity that the weak resistance in this state can be suppressed with one finger, but the original call of blood made him want to get close to Ivan from the bottom of his heart.

As a result, as long as he pulled it back a little harder, the man showed a painful expression, sniffing his breath almost greedily, and had to resist his urge to squeeze into the vampire's arms.

The contradiction between rational resistance and original desire had obviously driven him crazy. The man was whimpering, but the vampire hunter, who had been calm and expressionless in the crisis just now, was trembling uncontrollably under Ivan's hands.

As a result, Simon, who experienced the first embrace ceremony and the peak pleasure, was tortured to the point of almost a nervous breakdown when the ceremony was completed.

Ivan let go of this man, and solemnly announced the end of the norm: "Such a ceremony is a covenant of blood, indestructible."

"...The one just now is not one of the first embrace ceremony at all!"

He still had the strength to growl.

Yiwen raised his eyebrows, this person's recovery ability is really incredible.

So he touched Simon's head in Simon's almost dead eyes, and coaxed him in a gentle tone: "Of course."

Then the vampire smiled, and frankly responded to the vampire hunter's glaring, his tone was like the whisper of a lover next to the bed, but in fact it was cold and heartless, "Anyway, now you are my vampire."

"Be good, and then, call father."

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