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It can be heard that Armand's voice is full of joy.

Tan Zhao put into gear and started, and the car quickly drove away from the community where Li Wei's home is located. When the car merged into the traffic flow, he said, "Don't be afraid, the answer you wait for is the one you don't want to hear?"

Armand turned his head, and for the first time, his foggy eyes had a clear feeling, which proved that he was really looking forward to permanent death: "Then will you let me down?"

Tan Zhao stared straight ahead, and suddenly snorted softly: "I look at it, does it look like a soft-hearted person?"

The proud vampire is not afraid of the incoming sunlight at all. Instead, he stretches out his pale to transparent palms under the sunlight like a child. These hands are so white that the sunlight seems to be projected through the palms: "No, just like you That being said, you live too much like an ordinary person."

"Ok?"

"Being soft-hearted, isn't it a characteristic that an ordinary person should have?"

Tan Zhao stepped on the brake, and the car's good braking system showed its excellent performance. The lake was very hot at the moment, and even Cicada was hiding in the leaves. There was not even a ghost by the lake.

"You suddenly talk a lot."

Armand opened the car door and said with a chuckle, "Shen, you shouldn't expect too much from a corpse."

Tan Zhao had already turned off the engine, got out of the car at this moment, and leaned lazily on a big willow tree by the lake: "So?"

Tan Zhao knows how to hide in the shade, but Armand does not. His whole body is bathed in the sun. For the blood clan who has not sucked blood for more than 500 years, it should be a kind of extreme pain, but his expression is very calm. It was even calmer than the surface of the lake: "The blood race shouldn't exist in the first place."

Walking corpses are not old or dead, and have a long-lasting appearance. No matter how glamorous the appearance is, so what?

Tan Zhao choked, listen, this guy is merciless when he blackmails his guy.

Of course, Tan Zhao had already made up his mind on the way to send Li Wei home. He was never indecisive, and since he had made a decision, he would not give himself room to regret it.

But before that, he had to confess one thing to Armand.

"what's up?"

Tan Zhao stood up, and the expression on his face became much more serious: "Although you may have heard Cyril mention it, since you have never mentioned it, I still want to tell you."

"My body has been bitten by werewolves and vampires."

Tan Zhao thought that Armand knew, but who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, a visible astonishment appeared on Armand's face. To be honest, this was a bit beyond Tan Zhao's expectation, which directly led to him not saying the following words.

Armand suddenly said an ancient modal particle. Tan Zhao didn't understand the meaning, but he felt that the word was definitely mocking.

After a brief exclamation, the blood prince regained his composure: "Prophet, you are really a prophet."

"Would you mind explaining to me?"

The gorgeous deep male voice sounded quickly: "Of course, my pleasure."

Werewolves do not have the ability to live forever. The historical materials they have passed down from generation to generation have been somewhat lost and over-interpreted. In Huo Shao's generation, the prophet has even become a werewolf fairy tale.

As for the blood race, thanks to their good innate conditions, they can become the first witnesses to witness history, but going back to the ancestor level, the only one who really knows the origin of the "prophet" is Armand.

After listening to Armand's speech, Tan Zhao finally understood what the "Mission of the Prophet" was.

"Brightness and rationality can still be interpreted in this way, and I have learned."

Death, which brings the vampires out of eternal darkness, also makes the werewolves no longer undergo the transformation of the night of the full moon.

Tan Zhao smiled, coauthoring the identity of the "prophet", he is a harvester of two races, but he likes it.It's just a pity that the wolf cub has a dream, and the dream of a childhood goddess seems to be so broken that it can't be put together.

"Your blood is the key to killing blood."

Tan Zhao: ... other people's singers are all sweet honey, no matter how bad they are, they are fried chicken Mala Tang, but when they come to him, they become intestinal poison?

"Then they chased and killed me, and they really didn't go wrong. It seems that there are no ghosts in your clan."

Armand smiled softly, as if thinking of something pleasant: "Let's get started, I can't wait."

Tan Zhao's expression became a little weird: "You want to die that much?"

"It's not that I want to die, it's just 'corpse entrustment'." Armand emphasized again.

What a stubborn corpse.

Tan Zhao couldn't help but sighed, and then stood up straight and said, "Since there is a simpler way, then... let's get started, but I have a phobia of fangs, would you mind having a real Bloody Mary?"

"Of course I don't mind."

There was a small car refrigerator in the car. Tan Zhao opened it and searched for it. He managed to gather some ingredients and even poured himself a glass of ice water. Then he raised his fingers together and tried to draw a knife on the palm of his hand.

But obviously, the strength is not enough.

"You wait a moment."

Hey, it would be great if the little ancestor was here. It is always difficult for him to be cruel to himself. Tan tried to change his strength several times, and only then did he open a bloody seam on his "bronze wall and iron wall".

When the viscous blood dripped into the cup, Armand couldn't help showing his fangs, his face became paler and paler, and the sun shone on his face, giving him an inexplicable glassy feeling.

And at this moment, all the blood races in City B felt an inexplicable palpitation. Their hearts could not beat for a long time, but at this moment, this ruined heart actually beat.

Abnormality is a demon, Cyril is not stupid, he immediately went to meet the prince, but received a report from his subordinates on the way, saying that the prince had left an hour ago.

No, Shen Huanying!

Cyril couldn't find Shen Huanying at all, let alone the prince. He called up the CCTVs of all sizes on the streets of City B and checked all possible places, but he couldn't even find a similar figure.

At the same time, the keen sense of smell of the wilder werewolves played a better role. Hawkingli was arranging for a doctor to examine Ren Xuan, but he couldn't help but wanted to transform into a werewolf the moment he went out. With one claw, he barely maintained his human form.

"What is this doing?"

Fengli sniffed lightly, it smelled the familiar smell of merit in the wind, and chose to keep silent very smartly, but the wolf cub was really useless, so it stretched out its hand and patted it again.

Hey, I hope the owner will do something smaller this time, he hasn't played enough game consoles yet, how can stand-alone games be as cool as fighting online.

But it's a pity that someone Tan does things, and never does small things.

He shook the scarlet liquid lightly before handing it over: "Now, I leave the choice to you."

The sun is scorching hot, and Armand is rarely in a daze. He has been waiting for this moment for a long time, so long that he has forgotten what happened in his life, so long that he no longer has any human feelings, so long that the world has changed. ... When the moment came, he actually felt that it was not real.

What is real and what is false?Armand couldn't tell for a long time, if a conscious being can't even choose his own life or death, then it will become the most pathetic creature.

Bloodline, Armand hates the smell of blood, no matter how beautiful it is, he already hates it from the bottom of his heart.

But at this moment, he surprisingly didn't feel any nausea.

The glass was very cold, and there were icy drops of water on it, but Armand couldn't feel it at all. The ruby-like liquid in front of his eyes had caught all his attention, and the devil was tempting him by his ears, tempting him to drink it.

He did, of course, without even being tempted by the devil.

Tan Zhao was sitting in the trunk. He didn't know how to describe the scene in front of him. It was very shocking. He had actually heard many stories about "living to death", but in his nature, he still respected the beauty of life more. At the beginning of his journey, he met very good friends, and they taught him how to live.

But Armand is really completely relieved, and Tan Zhao is even a little worried that if his blood doesn't work, the other party will run away directly under the huge psychological gap.

Fortunately, the identity of the prophet finally played its due role.

The afternoon sun was extremely strong. In such weather, even humans would not run out to bask in the sun, let alone vampires.Armand doesn't like the sun, but at this moment when the sun falls on him, it is no longer a pain like a sharp knife.

The light comes at this moment.

He closed his eyes, slowly feeling the rapid stripping of the power in his body, which didn't make him panic, he even liked this feeling a little bit, after the last trace of power left his body, his fangs finally faded away, no With a body supported by strength, Armand felt the power of "instant aging".

He became bent and old, and almost instantly, great pain hit him.

"what--"

The painful and hoarse voice was locked by the lakeside by Tan Zhao's formation, and at the moment when it accumulated and exploded, the body belonging to Prince Armand finally turned into dust under the sun. Certain angles reflect a beauty that is different from mottled.

Tan Zhao didn't miss this beautiful scenery, he stretched out his hand to gather all the dust and collected it in a palm-sized wishing bottle.

And under the shady willow tree, Armand looked at his almost transparent palm, and rarely blinked stupidly: "Why am I not dead yet?"

Tan Zhao put away the wishing bottle, jumped out of the trunk, walked straight to the willow tree, and then said: "You are dead."

Armand: "...what did you do?"

"Amande, have you heard the story about willows being Yin and can attract Yin spirits?" After Tan Zhao finished speaking, he asked another question, "Do you still want to die now?"

Armand looked at each other, and suddenly fell silent.