What should I do if the shit shoveler loves me too much?

meeting room.

There are seven people from the thirteen clans.

Unlike the singing and dancing outside, Louis felt the solemnity in the air as soon as he walked in.

With the absence of the five clan leaders, there is no doubt that they have all fallen into a deep sleep. As for whether they are voluntary, only they themselves know.

On a long conference table, eight patriarchs sat on both sides, with fresh blood in the goblet at hand, and no one touched it.

"Everyone, I think a new disaster has come between us." The Duke's words broke the silence in the room.

The remaining seven patriarchs looked at each other, then nodded in unison, and the atmosphere became more and more heavy.

"It has been 300 years since I fell asleep. In the past 300 years, the territory of the blood clan has shrunk sharply, and it has reached the point where it has been inhabited by witches and wolves. Everyone, as the leader of the blood clan, I hope you can give me a reasonable satisfaction answer."

Louis clasped his hands on the table, showing the majesty of a superior person.

"In the past few years, human science and technology have developed too fast. Not only us, but even the people in the church, the living space is shrinking sharply. This is also the general trend." The patriarch of the Gangelo family is a middle-aged man with a brown beard on his face. As a young man, he stroked his beard, with a bit of rudeness in his words.

"Well, because of those trivial technologies, is there any more?" Louis asked calmly.

"After you fell into a deep sleep, the group of hunters followed us like leeches and never let go. And the number of people caught us off guard. It can be seen that it has been planned for a long time." The leader of the McVeigh family is a thin young man, But he has a baby face, which makes him stand out among a group of old people.

"I also felt this. To tell you the truth, I had a confrontation with the hunter before going to bed. He was lying in ambush under the window sill of my bedroom. I didn't sense him." When Louis said this, he paused slightly and looked up. At first, he glanced over the faces of several patriarchs one by one, "Because he has the breath of a blood clan."

There was a sudden silence in the conference room.

Surprised, surprised, resented, watching...

Various emotions converged in the room, whether it was true or not.

Louis picked up the wine glass in hand and took a sip, the sweet blood slid down his astringent throat.He didn't mean this scene. He said that the thirteen clans of the blood clan had already gone their own way and indulged in the beautiful fantasy of the ancient times.

If necessary, these people are likely to turn their guns inward, and calling them this time is just a warning before doing it, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble in the future.

A group of people meditated silently, calculating their own gains and losses in their hearts.Suddenly a soft smile came over, and I saw the Baroness Reymore sitting at the end of the table with her face in her hands, looking at a group of men with a smile in her eyes. in the spring.

"Adults~" she said, "every day I talk about restoring the glory of the blood race. Now that the opportunity comes, why are you all silent like black geese in winter? I think Lord Louis is right. This time Add me to the matter, if you get benefits in the future, just don't forget me, sir."

As she spoke, she bent down with her whole body. This is a rare beauty. The blood race has always been unrestrained in their desires, and some people have already shown embarrassing expressions.The solemn atmosphere just now was swept away, and it actually brought out a bit of charming ambiguity.

His Excellency the Duke looked at the people below who were almost heartbroken, the veins in the corners of his eyes twitched, he drank the blood in his hand, then got up and left.

These ignorant people will sooner or later pay the price for their greed and ignorance at this time.

And he chooses to pet a cat now.

The dance downstairs is still going on, and there are already blushing groans coming from the conference room behind.The Duke quickened his pace, his eyes did not stop for a moment on the lady who was looking forward to downstairs, he simply nodded and returned to the bedroom.

The little black cat was already curled up in the huge coffin and fast asleep.

Louis stepped forward to pick it up and touched it lightly, then turned and went into the bathroom. He didn't sleep last night, so he will sleep well with the little baby today.

Silent all night.

When he woke up early in the morning, the housekeeper came to report that all the guests downstairs had left, and there were still two prisoners waiting for interrogation in the dungeon in the backyard.

While feeding the small dried fish in his hand into the mouth of the black cat, the Duke slowly enjoyed his sweet bloody breakfast,

After breakfast was finished in a while, the black cat rubbed into his arms with a "meow, meow, woo, woo", Louis smiled good-naturedly, took a napkin to wipe her dirty beard and mouth, and hugged her in his arms Chatting with his inmates in the backyard.

No matter how richly decorated the manor is, a dungeon is no different from a mouse hole.

In the narrow and cramped space, a dark kerosene lamp was burning, and servants walked ahead holding torches all the way. Gu Xiang was stimulated by the humidity in the air and sneezed twice.

The dungeon has also been unused for hundreds of years, and the previous prisoners are estimated to have been reduced to a cloud of dust or a meal of vermin.Gu Xiang poked his head out of Lu Yi's arms secretly, his two hairy ears trembled and then stood up, looking around vigilantly.

This is a long stone tunnel, with rugged stone walls on both sides, with a cold and hard temperament.The torch at the front can only illuminate a small part of the tunnel, and the farther can only be relied on his eyes.

His Excellency the Duke rubbed his head, which was looking around, and then covered it with his big hand and stuffed it back into the crook of his arm.

The sound of shackles colliding and human beings cursing could be heard in the distance. His Excellency the Duke waved his hand to signal the servants to stop, and walked forward with his thoughts in mind.

In the cell at the end of the tunnel, two unrecognizable humans were imprisoned.

That blood monster can be at ease wherever he goes.Right now, he was hugging a piece of rotting flesh that he got from no one knew where, and he even let out a contented grunt as he ate it.Black blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth along with birth fluid, staining his entire chest, but he didn't care about it. In the white pupils that had faded away from the blood, there was an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Old Lake didn't have his composure and composure. He was indeed a bit different from a few days ago, as if all the blood on his body had faded overnight.His face was dry and pale, and his thick brown hair had thinned out and turned gray at the roots.

He is aging at an alarming rate.

"You devil, stay away from me, you are all devils! The devil sent me to kill me! Why can the devil gain longevity and I can't, it's not fair! It's not fair!"

He raised his withered hands in front of him. The big hands that were strong and powerful a few days ago had shrunk into two chicken feet. He stretched out his claws to poke at the monster with hatred in his eyes, and finally weighed the strength of both sides. , Cursing and shrinking back again.

He is no longer the hunter who could defeat Louis 300 years ago, and maybe the one 300 years ago was not the real him.Louie's eyes flicked over his black nails calmly.I secretly considered it in my heart.

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There are too many things at home recently, so it may be interrupted occasionally.

I try to write as much as possible and try to write a little bit every day.

But the word count...

Might not be able to guarantee ORZ