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"What's up with him?"

Cyril simply gave Shen Huanying a little basic knowledge about blood race.

Tan Zhao: "...So, according to universal standards, all vampires are actually Armand's blood?"

This is simply a typical example of one life two, two beget three, and three beget all things. The blood race reproduces through the first embrace. More precisely, it actually transforms people into vampires through the first embrace. According to Cyril, Armand only After transforming a three-generation vampire, then... isn't Cyril the grandson of Armand?

"No, it's not, our blood race is not your human beings, and we don't pay attention to the so-called blood relationship." Cyril did not hide this, after all, this is not a secret among the werewolves, "the blood race used to have more than one prince. "

The translation of these words means that only this one is left to die, and this one... still wants to die very much.

"Well, no offense intended, you said he has been asleep for three days? Are you sure he's not asleep again?"

Cyril shook his head and made a signal gesture, but Tan Zhao didn't act rashly, but asked, "Why did you think of coming to me?"

Cyril hesitated for a moment before speaking: "I watched the video from the bar that night."

It was also that video that made the Blood Clan Elders temporarily cancel their plan to attack Shen Huanying. If a person can make the Blood Clan eat normally, then this person's potential will be unlimited.

If you rashly attack such a person, even the arrogant vampires will not be able to do such a thing of digging their own grave.

Tan Zhao was taken aback, and then remembered the glass of wine he used to test Armand: "...All right."

The coffin of the blood clan is like the bedding of human beings. The happiness of the rich blood clan is indeed very happy. Look at the diamond-encrusted craftsmanship of Hearts and Arrows, and then look at the meticulous polishing process. Tan Zhao glanced at the sleeping prince of the blood clan. Inexplicably, I thought of a familiar fairy tale.

System: Snow White?Host, what are you going to do!

[What are you thinking, is the prince of the human blood clan the one who can eat poisonous apples? ]

Tan Zhao stretched out his hand to check Armand's pulse. Unsurprisingly, how could a "corpse" have a pulse? Except for the activity of blood, vampires are indeed a dark race of death.

"Cyril, can I ask you a question?"

In fact, Cyril had already guessed what Shen Huanying was going to ask, so he kept silent.

"Why do you tell others that I am your singer? As far as I know, a singer is a very special existence to the vampires. I asked Huo Shao, and he said that if the vampires meet the singers, staying away will have no effect." Yes, singers are fatally attractive to vampires, generally speaking, there are only two possibilities for encountering vampires who are singers."

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Cyril said, "Do you know how the vampire that bit you died?"

Tan Zhao had already moved his hand from the coffin to the coffin. He found that the gems inlaid on it had some function, so he touched it curiously: "How did you die?"

"For the blood race of the twelve generations, the power gained from the initial embrace in the body is not that much. Apart from having an immortal body and an immortal face, their individual strength is only twice as strong as that of ordinary humans."

"so what?"

"He was attacked by your blood. When he died, the blood in his body burned out in an instant, and turned into ashes together with the corpse."

Tan Zhao blinked and said after a long while, "...I know every word of your words, but when put together, it sounds like a fairy tale."

"Of course, this may also be the reason why you were bitten by a werewolf."

Tan Zhao was a little puzzled: "Is there anything special about werewolf blood?"

It’s not easy to answer this question. Cyril thought for a while before he spoke: “The blood race and the werewolf are both dark creatures. Darkness is the permanent mark engraved in the blood of the two races. No blood race would ever want to suck a werewolf.” blood."

"Well?"

"The blood of those werewolves stinks even worse than the sludge in the stinking ditch."

After saying this, Tan Zhao understood a little bit: "You have made such a big circle, and you have used the bad idea of ​​physical examination. In fact, you are interested in my blood. If you can't do it yourself, you might as well borrow a knife to kill someone."

Cyril never denied his despicableness. As a successful businessman, if he was too kind, his property would have been swallowed up by others: "If you want to think so, I don't deny it."

"Of course, if there is any offense, I am willing to use money to apologize to you."

Tan Zhao raised his eyebrows, and finally showed an expression of interest: "Do you really think I can save your prince?"

"It's only 2000 million."

Fuck, he's a bit jealous of the rich.

System: Who told you not to work hard, you can become a domineering president if you work hard!

[I think salted fish is also good. ]

But then again, Armand has been asleep for 500 years, not including the time 500 years ago. He hasn't eaten for such a long time. It is obvious that his body has automatically shut down due to low battery.

Tan Zhao had no intention of discussing the concept of money with Cyril. He stretched out his hand and drew a talisman in the void, directly isolating the entire hall.

"what have you done?"

Tan Zhao clenched his fists: "As for me, although I love money, I also have a bit of a temper. You calculated that I failed because I was strong enough, but this reason obviously does not allow me to let you go. .”

"So, take it easy."

Armand woke up to Cyril's tragic cry for help. He sat up and followed the sound, only to see Cyril fell miserably in mid-air, his clothes had been pulled into strips, his face There are also many blood red marks on it.

Armand's state is very weak, but he knows very well that this state is not enough to make him annihilated.He didn't eat, not because he wanted to starve himself to death, but..."Pain is beneficial", and only the intense hunger could give him the illusion of being "alive".

"what did you do to me?"

Armand opened his hand, and felt an inexplicable power lingering in his blood. This power is very special. It cannot be used by him, but it can make him no longer feel hungry.

"He spent 2000 million, please let me wake you up."

Armand: ...is this your attitude towards the patron?

"But one yard is one yard. He said I was his singer, and I thought that whatever the singer did, he would be forgiven." Tan Zhao tied the rope tied with Cyril to the doorpost, and poured out the ordinary People will die, but vampires will not. Tan Zhao did it without any psychological burden, "I'm hungry, please eat."

"Have a meal?"

Cyril originally thought that being unilaterally beaten and hung up was already miserable, but he didn't expect that there would be something worse.

Tan Zhao called a chef in the name of Cyril, and cooked a large table of sea and land seafood. The kitchen was separated from the main house, and when they were done, they were directly placed in the living room, in front of Cyril. , Invite blood princes to eat together.

"Don't worry, just like that glass of wine, what you eat is only the energy and taste in the food, and it won't enter the stomach." Tan Zhao handed the chopsticks to someone, and said very "intimately".

Eastern ghosts and western ghosts are both ghosts, and there is nothing wrong with feeding them in the same way.

This in itself is a very strange scene, with a vampire hanging above its head, and a table full of delicacies below, most people might barely even move their chopsticks, but...it is obvious that the two who moved their chopsticks are not ordinary people.

Oh, and of course, the blood prince is as good at learning with chopsticks as he is with languages.

Food can soothe people's hearts. This sentence Tan Zhao has never believed. As an anorexic lover, Armand does not have a high demand for food, but he does not reject eating with a strong person when everything is boring.

Blood clan Mu Qiang, this is nature.

Looking at the two parties below who were eating happily, Cyril's tears almost flowed out of his mouth.But fortunately, the blood race did not cry.

After a noisy night, the sun outside had already risen in the sky.

Cyril had fallen asleep, and Tan Zhao wanted to put him down, but Armand stopped him.

"???"

"No, he'll be fine."

...isn't that good?How to calculate, everyone is your grandson, don't they all say that they are intergenerational relatives?

Probably after eating, Armand's pale face finally became less ugly, but his eyes were still as indifferent as ever, whether it was for Cyril or Tan Zhao.

"I'll give you [-] million, and you kill me, how about that?"

Regarding this, Tan was not moved: "What do I need so much money for?"

"I thought you loved money."

Tan Zhao leaned back on the sofa: "I really love money, but it's only because I want to enjoy life. Money is a good thing, but I don't want to be a slave to money, just like...you don't want to be controlled by blood Same."

Armand's eyes suddenly grew distant. The name Armand means soldier in a foreign language. Strict self-discipline is the self-cultivation of a soldier. Although this man wanted to die, he did not choose to end himself, nor did he rush Seek help from the church.

Such existence itself is very contradictory.

"What do you want to know, don't try so hard, I can tell you everything."

Tan Zhao was a little surprised: "So calm?"

Armand said in a soothing tone: "Mr. Shen, you have already entered the game. Whether it is a vampire or a werewolf, the prophet is their salvation."

"Ok?"

"The blood race is weakening, there is no doubt about it."

This Cyril also mentioned it cryptically, but Tan Zhao was a little surprised by the blood prince's words: "But so what?"

The continuation of the blood clan is the first embrace, which means that except for the ancestor of the blood clan, all vampires are mixed blood. The reason why the twelve-generation blood race is only twice as strong as humans.

And if this blood is further diluted, maybe one day, the blood race will lose their immortal appearance and eternal life, and gradually become...monsters controlled by blood.

"May I take the liberty to ask, how many blood races are there in the world?"