sinful preference

Not far away are countless predators who are searching.

Taking advantage of their own advantages, they held a huge silver sword and slashed across the air. With just one blow, countless lights and shadows swayed. Tens of thousands of bats were attacked fiercely, and quickly flapped their wings and made a rattling sound. An indescribable The smell spread from the lair, revealing the vampire hidden in the small coffin.

The president of the assembly immediately stepped forward, he was stepping on boots, his heels were covered with bat feces, his vicissitudes of face was still dripping with unknown blood, he knelt down on one knee, and wiped off the dust on the small coffin , Looking at the earl's rose badge above, the president let out a low smile, and said to the servants around him:

"Look what we found?" He erected the coffin with one hand, then violently held it on his shoulders, and moved it out. Then he came to a large open space, kicked off the coffin lid, and said, "This is a coffin. A fish that slipped through the net! A pure-blood earl's son."

The visitors all showed joy. They looked at the cover opened, and the skin covered by the sun seemed to be a transparent little blood. Looking at the amazing appearance and the attraction of the powerful blood, they said: "They all belong to the president. Credit! We are saved!"

The president nodded, and plunged the silver sword used to behead mongrels into the ground, the sharp sword pierced the ground with a sharp light, stood upright, and said, "Okay, then, if someone dares to reveal today's matter, Get out, then leave me alone."

"Everyone is a victim, but there is only one pureblood, so he is placed in our church, and you come to receive the antidote every month." The president put forward his point of view without any explanation.

Everyone nodded without hesitation. They blindly worshiped the president who led them to the light. Even if they are all cursed with blood by a prince now, it doesn't matter!They want to rest with the blood race until death!

——The 'death' here is naturally righteous, heroic, and voluntary.

But when another pure blood appeared in front of them, they were suddenly pushed back to the world by the messenger of hell, so who would want to die?

They want to live!

Live to receive the praise of the world!

They want to live, live for everyone to see, they are guarding the world.

They deserve the credit they deserve, the status and cheers they deserve.

The president looked at the expressions of everyone weeping with joy, his black eyes were full of sarcasm, and his rough palms were trembling as he stroked the coffin containing the little blood race.

— a bunch of idiots.

His smile is holy and loving.

Immediately afterwards, in order to secretly escort this little blood race that was so hard-won, the president used a taboo spell unique to blood races to forcibly tamper with the memory of the blood race, and woke up the little blood race that had been sleeping for so many years.

So, one day thousands of years ago, a little blood race with curly black hair slowly opened his eyes...

He looked at the world, the cloudless sky was reflected in his scarlet eyes, his ears were filled with the echo of low-pitched spells, his eyes gradually became dizzy, and the blood color faded. When he sat up from the coffin, a voice seemed to Coming from ancient times, it shattered the solemnity and chaos of time and space, and it seemed to have overlapping sounds, another immature and crisp:

"What are you waiting for?"

The president vomited blood, but he never thought that he had underestimated this little blood race, but the sign on the coffin was clearly just the sleeping coffin of an earl's son!

His heart was beating non-stop, and he couldn't control it at all. It seemed that if it went any faster, it would directly blow up his heart.

The congregation sitting in a circle also looked at this scene in amazement, and began to stand up in surprise, and some had already started to step back step by step, and asked tremblingly: "President? What's going on? What is this?" what happened?"

"Quick! Run! The president is dead!"

"No, isn't it just a little blood race? How is this possible? It's just the son of the earl!"

The president, who had been given countless hopes, finally collapsed at this moment. He hit his head on the exquisite and gorgeous coffin, knocked his forehead into a deep dimple, and dark blood immediately flowed down his cheeks from the bridge of his nose. It bypassed and flowed into his mouth, staining his lips and teeth red, and immediately the president was frightening like a ghost in a dream.

This seemed to be a message. Without a leader, the congregation fled in all directions. They threw away their weapons while screaming, as if they could run faster this way.

But the little blood race frowned slightly at this time. He looked at his hands, the color of his eyes fluctuated, and finally maintained a bloody red and a dark state, and said to himself: "This body ,too weak……"

Immediately afterwards, that immature voice said coldly: "If you don't like it, get out and find the pure blood you want."

The other voice spoke with a lazy world-weary mood: "Don't do this, your father is dead, shouldn't you provide your own body as a son? I didn't kill you, you should be grateful."

"Heh... a weak dying father? Why should I be afraid." The little blood clan stood up, and suddenly found that the place where the blood had been injected on his hands and wrists could not heal.

He frowned, and asked the weak earl who could only hide in his body: "Hey, old man, come out and have a look before you die."

As soon as the words fell, the aura of the little blood race changed, and even the coffin they were stepping on was instantly wrapped in black flames and burned red.

"It's been tampered with." The count said, "That's all. If you find a pure blood to suck him into a mummy, I can return to my prime, and then I can help you solve this little problem."

After all, the little blood race snatched back his body, while licking his wrist, the soft tongue rolled up the flesh of the blood vessels, licking, and said contemptuously: "It's useless."

Although the little blood race said so, he was still very distressed. He didn't have much power. He was just a pure blood that was one level higher than the newborn blood race. He fell into a deep sleep in order to accumulate the power of adulthood. His father, who was always sealed by a high-level blood clan, took advantage of the situation and lived in a body. Even the accumulated power had to be divided equally, which made him unable to accumulate it for decades, and his damn father was like a bottomless pit in need of repairing his soul .

He knew that it was impossible for him to escape from here. He couldn't smell the smell of the same kind here, but the smell of food was everywhere, not to mention that even if a pure-blooded blood came to help, he couldn't be sure that the pure-blood didn't want to escape. Come here and want to suck yourself into a mummy.

He suddenly realized that he was pitifully weak, almost as weak as the food, which was an insult to him.

The little blood race couldn't bear this kind of self. After thinking about it, he simply followed the food's thoughts and sealed himself up to wait for the breakthrough at the peak of his power.

And these foods are nothing but poor worms, poor worms who have been cursed with blood, without his blood, their blood vessels would be filled with small black worms, and the worms would gradually grow up, break out of their bodies, and eat its mother...

He is not afraid of death, and he will not die. He will wake up one day and come back again.

The little blood clan looked at the big leader who had tampered with him, but now passed out, walked arrogantly behind the opponent, wrote a complicated spell on the back of the opponent's neck with his own blood, closed his eyes, and looked at him. fall back...

Thousands of years later, the Baiyin clubhouse split and disappeared, and the story of the blood clan became legends, but a family named Jing changed the location of the main house every 50 years to support their immortal gods.

The god can't remember his past, but he is not good to the family that supports him. He is aloof with contempt for ants. He likes all good things, and he likes to destroy all good things. The contradiction is outrageous, but occasionally The time information given to the family made the family admire him even more.

As the god of this family, he is very tired of being worshiped by others. He always feels that he should remember something, so he tries to contact other characters.

The first person I encountered was a charming and indifferent man. The man came from the sea, adrift and helpless, but he was fearless. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted, so he walked into an alley and went to Made a false certificate.

The god wanted to laugh, he liked the gorgeous robe this man was wearing, his lips as soft as petals, the dazed look he showed when he was unconscious, and... the smell.

The god thought at that time: I want to follow him.

After observing silently for several months, Shenming went to the crew of the man through his family relationship. When he was applying for an assistant, he was lucky enough to see the man lying lazily on the sofa, half undressed, being pressed and kissed by the manager screen.

it's like...

It's like a king accepting blasphemy from his subjects...

Shenming rolled his Adam's apple, pushed open the door, showed a shocked and shy expression, and finally lowered his head and said, "I, I am Jing Wanzhe, who is here to apply for an assistant. Please give me your advice."