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"Is it difficult?"

Armand sat down on the bar, not paying attention to the eyes of all eyes on him. He put his elbows on the table and looked at the working humans with interest.

If it wasn't for the detriment of his appearance, Tan Zhao would definitely want to roll his eyes in place: "Of course it's difficult, but Chinese doesn't really suit you. You can speak French, and I can understand it."

The two chatted as if there was no one else present, and went straight from Chinese to French, which is too demanding for the people who eat melons. They have known Brother Lee for more than a year, and they don't even know that his French is so good!

Regular customers think they can do it, but looking at the aristocratic temperament of this guest, it is true that handsome guys play with handsome guys, hey, this is sitting down and chatting, it is an ultimate enjoyment.

It's not that no one wants to strike up a conversation, but... this person's temperament is too unique, so unique that no one dares to get close to her. This is a living flower of Gaoling, and ordinary people can't touch it easily.

As for Lee, oh, this one is not a mortal either.

Tan Zhao glanced at the melon-eaters who "only dare to watch from a distance", and said in a rare way, "Would you like a drink?"

Armand looked up, showing his foggy eyes: "You should understand, I can't drink."

Tan Zhao showed a smile: "If you don't try, how will you know?"

This prince of the blood clan is indeed lingering with death from the inside out. Tan Zhao has never been a very curious person, but this time he chose to take the initiative to explore. Council and the importance of the Prince.

Armand made a gesture of your own convenience.

During this period of time, Tan Zhao has already learned about all these foreign wines. He is an expert in wine making and knows best when to drink wine. This time he did not mix the well-known cocktails on the market. Relying on his ignorance of the world for 500 years, he began to play with his own will.

After some fancy bartending, a glass of gradient fog ice appeared on the bar counter, the color of which was very similar to Armand's eyes.

"Please."

As mentioned above, the only thing that can kill vampires is holy water, like irradiating sunlight and eating things other than blood, will only cause vampires to suffer, but will not bring death.

Armand raised the wine glass and shook it lightly. The broken ice cubes hit the wall of the glass, making a pleasant collision sound: "What's the name of this?"

"Whatever, the latest work, please appreciate it."

The vampire’s sense of taste is only for blood. It’s like ordinary people’s fried skewers. They can’t smell it, and it tastes like eating dirt. Armand’s memory as a human is already very shallow. If you don’t try hard to recall , he almost forgot even his own name.

This is undoubtedly a glass of strong wine, strong and fragrant, but with an incomparably sweet aftertaste, like the clear scent of grass in the air after a thunderstorm.

Armand felt dazed for a moment from his unmoving face. It was like a crack in the perfect mask. Although it was small, you couldn't pretend it didn't exist.

"I really didn't find the wrong person."

Tan Zhao cleaned the mixing container, and the smile on the corner of his mouth twitched: "Should I say, thank you for the compliment?"

Probably because wine can speak, Armand did not hesitate to praise this time: "Of course, how did you do it?"

How did you do it?This is probably related to Chef Qi who was raised in his previous life. As a ghost, Qi Lingan no longer belongs to the human world, and of course he cannot enjoy the delicacies of the human world, but a chef cannot season himself. What is the difference between this and salted fish?For this reason, Tan Zhao went to the special department to search for ancient books for a long time, and then innovated, trying out a method to allow ghosts to eat food without "burning incense at the offering".

Vampires are also ghosts, just the difference between tare weight and gross weight. Tan Zhao tried a little modification, and it seems that the effect is not bad.

"Exclusive secret recipe, tell you, I will lose my job."

The dynamic music in the blues bar suddenly became softer. This was the music that was about to close. Cyril upstairs finally cleaned up his messy mood. He put on his hat and prepared to go to apply for the proper identity documents for His Excellency the Prince.

However, as soon as he went downstairs, he saw on the bar... oh!

Cyril froze in place for a moment, but when he saw that the adults were about to drink, he finally couldn't help but rushed down quickly.But obviously, Cyril didn't have the guts to stop Armand, he didn't even dare to advise, the four generations of blood clans are humble online as horsemen, and can only pay people a drink to save the last decency.

Fortunately, Armand didn't care about these. He drank the rest of the wine in the glass. In fact, he just tasted it. When the wine reached his mouth, it had evaporated quickly and did not enter his mouth. stomach.

This night, Tan Zhao earned back the money he paid for renting a house, and took a luxury car by the way.

The next day, when Tan Zhao slept until the sun was high, Tan Zhao was woken up by his little ancestor stepping on him.

"My game! Cancel it!" Spicy chicken is anti-addiction, delaying its fun!

Tan Zhao slapped the little guy squatting on his chest: "Little ancestor, pay attention to the balance between work and rest, six hours a day, the electricity bill costs money!"

Fengli struggled hard, and finally hugged his beloved game console, and ran to play the mobile phone game.

Tan Zhao: ...Suddenly there is the vicissitudes of being the head of the family.

After the vicissitudes of life for a while, Mrs. Tan lay on the bed and ordered takeaway. After washing up, the takeaway brother also arrived.Turn on the social news to eat takeaway, and just watch and eat the melon of the werewolf.

Foreigners are so arrogant in China, of course the local news is at the forefront of eating melons.

Obviously, Hawkingli also knew about this, and he called Tan Zhao directly.

"What's the matter, Young Master Huo, didn't you say that you don't want to see me recently?"

Huo Shao controlled his emotions in this beating voice, and then said: "You saw it, you must have seen it! How could they be so..."

Tan Zhaoneng heard the other party's worry: "Are you afraid that they will violently disobey?"

"No, they have already escaped from prison!"

It was because he knew that he was bald. After he confessed to his mother that day, he called his grandfather over the ocean. After hearing his description, his grandfather immediately asked him to find a pure-blooded werewolf.

Then, everything is like a wild horse that has run wild, and it can't be pulled back.

The ghost knows that the pure-blooded werewolf is so pitiful, he was arrested when he went down the mountain, and he "breaks out of prison" before he can catch people. Surveillance video captured everything, and the Huo family spent a lot of effort to settle it, but After the werewolf escaped, he swam into the sea with the fish, but he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked.

"Oh, so what are you calling me for?"

It shouldn't have much to do with him.

However, before Shao Huo could speak, there was a knock on the door outside. Tan Zhao turned on the video doorbell, and three familiar wolf faces appeared on the screen.

Tan Zhao was silent for a moment, and after eating the last mouthful of fried buns, he calmly said to the phone: "Young Master Huo, congratulations, you don't need to look for a needle in a haystack anymore."

Hawkingli on the other end of the phone was at a loss: "What do you mean by that?"

Tan Zhaoze hung up the phone neatly, and sent his location to Huo Shao, then glanced at Fengli who was angry with him, and opened the door with a click.

"It's you."

It is an Eastern European language, and Tan Zhao can understand part of it. Simple vocabulary like this is not difficult to understand.It's just that these words are obviously surprised, why it seems that before this, I didn't know it was him?

"Is something wrong?"

Tan Zhao put his foot against the door, trying to play an ordinary person who met a stranger.

System: ...Host, don't embarrass yourself, it's not like that.

[I do not believe. ]

The werewolf standing at C in the center is Abner. He is 1.9 meters tall and about 30 years old. His whole body is full of wildness. When he looks at Tan Zhao, he is full of scrutiny.

On this side, the two sides were stuck at the door, while Hawkingli on the other side was hung up on the phone. After receiving the WeChat shared address, he finally couldn't help but put on the key and went out.

Fortunately, the Meidu homeland was easy to find, and he ran all the way up, using the werewolf's excellent physical fitness to the extreme.

Then, he saw Shen Huanying standing at the door with a sad face.

"What happened?"

Tan Zhao pointed inside and led Huo Jinli into the rental house.

In the rented house, the three werewolves were pointed at by Fengli with a Fengli cane, and they dared not speak out.

"Oh shit! Shen Huanying, are you the reincarnation of Doraemon!"

Tan Zhao: "...Sorry, no."

In fact, he is also very helpless, these three werewolves came to the door, and they stretched out their hands to engage in kidnapping. If he hadn't covered the surveillance camera quickly, he would have scared the security downstairs to death.

"Where did you find them?"

"You may not believe it, but they came to the door on their own initiative."

Hawkingli nodded: "Yes, I don't believe it."

The werewolf has outstanding physical strength, even though he was kicked out by the little ancestor for a long time just now, there is still no obvious injury, the three of them are not moving at the moment, just afraid of the powerful aura of the little blue beast.

That's right, as a wild beast, pure blood is more dominated by animal instinct than mixed blood, so naturally, I can feel the terrifying aura of this little beast more.On the contrary, as a mixed-race juvenile werewolf who mixed the blood of the two countries, Huo Shao couldn't feel it at all.

"We have no malice towards you."

The English sounded too congested. Tan Zhao argued for a while before he understood: "But what you did just now is not what you said. Please give me a reason to believe you."

The three werewolves looked at each other, as if they didn't see Huo Jinli at all, they only said to Tan Zhao: "You are my family, the prophet who has been waiting for thousands of years."

Tan Zhao was not surprised yet, but Huo Jinli yelled directly. He turned to look at Shen Huanying, and he couldn't believe it. How could this be possible? This is impossible!Isn't this too hasty? !

"Prophet, what do you mean?" Tan Zhao was keenly aware that he seemed to have...a remarkable identity.