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Of course, for Armand's current state, the concept of whether he is dead or not is meaningless, because in the secular sense, he is really completely dead, and he is completely dead. alright.

"What you asked me to do was to entrust the corpse, and I have already done it." Tan Zhao shook the miniature urn in his hand to prove his words.

For the first time in Armand's many years of life, he feels like shooting himself in the foot with a stone, but it is undeniable... He is strangely calm now.

The peace of mind that he has been pursuing for a long time has actually been fulfilled at this moment.

Armand suddenly laughed in a low voice, and laughed louder and louder. The calmness of consciousness made his whole ghost look very peaceful. Of course, this is also partly due to Tan Zhao.

"how did you do that?"

Tan Zhao rubbed his nose, apparently too lazy to explain, after all, it has to start with the three souls and seven souls of a person, and then talk about the composition of fetal light, refreshing spirit and ghost essence, and perhaps further popularize science. Angry, he gave up quickly just thinking about it, so he said, "Just pretend it's Eastern witchcraft."

System: ... I found that you really have so many merits that you can use them casually.

"The blood race has no soul."

How to become a ghost? Anyway, I started to worry about it. Tan Zhao took a sip of the melted ice water, and then said: "I asked someone about it. If you want to kill a vampire, you must sprinkle holy water on his heart. Is it right?"

Armand nodded.

"I don't know how the west describes it, but in our east, the heart hides the spirit. Simply put, the heart dominates a person's life activities. The whole body of a blood race is maintained by blood, but killing a blood race does not mean letting him dry." Blood, obviously, the blood of the blood race only temporarily possesses the ability of 'heart', and the heart is what really dominates the will of the blood race."

Tan Zhao pointed to Armand's chest, and continued: "The will of a person is trapped in the heart, dominated by blood, and becomes a different kind of immortality. The church kills blood with holy water, which is equivalent to killing 'consciousness'. Only ghosts can have souls."

After a long while, Armand finally spoke: "A very novel idea."

Tan Zhao hooked his lips: "But obviously, it is a fact in your case." He drank the water in his hand and put it on the shelf in the trunk, and then said, "Let's go, I will Send you to die."

Breaking away from the blood rule for thousands of years, Armand no longer has to listen to the temptation of the devil day after day. He only feels refreshed by the gods.

There was a moment of resistance, but soon he looked at the calm lake and jumped directly into the wishing bottle.

Tan Zhao put away the bottle, cast a layer of shading technique on it, and then turned around and started the car.Hey, the weather is really hot, how long has it been parked, the car is no different from the stove, as expected, on such a day, playing double games with the little ancestor at home is the real life.

One person and one ghost left the lake leisurely, but they didn't know that because someone's corpse was commissioned to complete, the entire blood clan, even the werewolves and the church, were forced to fall into the chaos.

Just like what Cyril said, the prince of the blood clan is not just a powerful existence to the blood clan, he is the pinnacle of the blood clan, and a living sign that the blood clan will not fall down.

But just now, the prince who had never been in this world suddenly issued a blood order, requesting that no blood clan be allowed to harm Shen Huanying in any way, otherwise he would suffer from the backflow of blood.

And after a terrible palpitation, Cyril only heard a huge tearing sound in the void. This sound is old and old, but... to him, it is not unfamiliar.

There used to be more than one prince in the blood clan. He is a four-generation blood clan. When he was weak, he had witnessed the death of several princes. He would never forget that voice for the rest of his life.

Cyril thought he would never hear such a voice again, panic, disbelief, loss of composure, these emotions that had never been related to the blood race, flooded Cyril's face in an instant.

"Boss, are you... all right?"

"Shen Huanying, you should die!"

As soon as the prince died, the death knell rang, almost blood races from all over the world ran to the east, of course there were werewolves watching the excitement, and the church doing things. Shen Huanying instantly became the "center of the world".

However, the person involved was very calm. He had put the phone in the space a long time ago, and only took it out after driving to the destination.

Unsurprisingly, his mobile phone was repeatedly bombed.

"Your death seems to spread a little fast."

The card of the blood prince was obviously extraordinary. Tan Zhao looked at the incoming call on the screen, and the moment he picked it up, he also clicked on the speaker.

The next moment, a voice belonging to Cyril sounded out: "Shen Huanying, what have you done! You will..."

The opposite side was spraying venom like a poisonous snake. Armand, who was hiding in the wishing bottle, was so annoyed that his head hurt, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said two words: "Shut up!"

Cyril on the phone:? ? ? ? ? ?

Tan Zhao was eating the sushi that had just been packed from the restaurant. Seeing that the BGM stopped, he said with some regret: "I know you want to find me. The phone location is here. I'll wait for you for an hour."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone with a bang, which was a snap.

"Do you mind if I stay with you for a while and do something small?"

Armand floated out of the bottle, and Tan Zhao pushed a box of sushi over: "Try it, the signature hand grip of a high-end Japanese food store, it tastes good."

"Of course, since you have completed the commission, you can do anything."

This is the outskirts of the suburbs, the deep mountains are undeveloped, and the dense woods block out the sun. Two days earlier, Tan Zhao set up a yin-gathering reincarnation formation here. Speaking of which, the reincarnation formation is still from the previous world. Cheap son taught him.

He will be here to send Armand off, of course, this will have to wait until midnight.

Cyril came very quickly, at least much faster than Tan Zhao imagined, and even this proud blood was not as calm as the first time he met him.

"Yo, here we come."

Cyril still has two points of reason, but the nine elders of the Presbyterian Church behind him are not. The dense forest obscures the sky. Tan Zhao heard the thick murderous aura in Pokong, swallowed the last piece of sushi, and slowly walked out of the room. A sword was drawn out of the void.

Cyril: "Watch out for his sword!"

But obviously, no matter how careful he is, so what, Tan Zhao is just too lazy to move, it doesn't mean he can't move, or he can't handle it.

"Be careful, here I come."

Tan Zhao smiled slightly, and went for a "walk" after a full meal. The thin sword light was as dazzling and devastating as the dawn of the sky. A person who played cold weapons to the extreme could have such a terrifying effect.

The blood race has always thought about his talent, but at this moment, Cyril realized... Shen Huanying really didn't hit him hard.Compared with this, the pain of beating is really light.

In less than 3 minutes, the nine elders of the blood clan who were so arrogant that they looked at people with their nostrils were knocked to the ground one after another. I don't know what Shen Huanying did, but the powerful recovery ability of the blood clan didn't work.

Horrible, powerful, terrifying.

Tan Zhao turned back and put away the sword, smiled slightly, showing a kind smile: "Do you want to do it again?"

At this moment, Cyril finally regretted that he should not have allowed Li Mu to test Shen Huanying's bottom line, and he should not have stood by when he received foreign werewolves and blood clans to deal with Shen Huanying, because at this moment, he understood why the prince would Find this person.

Not because of the identity of the prophet, but... powerful strength.

The power pouring out of Shen Huanying at this moment made Cyril and even all the blood races tremble. Is this really human?

Cyril suppressed the fear in his heart, shook his head and said, "Prince, is he still there?"

Just waiting for your words, Tan Zhao immediately withdrew his aura, and returned to his harmless appearance: "Good question, seeing is believing."

He moved half of his body away, and the spiritual power flickered slightly between his fingers, and Armand, who was sitting leisurely on the tree and eating sushi slowly, was exposed in front of Cyril.

Cyrillic:……

In the summer forest, there is no wind, and the leaves are curling. Cyril just stared blankly, not even blinking his red eyes, until he was so sour that he turned his head stiffly: "Shen Huanying, what have you done?"

In the red pupils, there is no fear at all, and there are only surprises and joy slowly blooming.

As we all know, vampires have no souls.

But just now, he saw with his own eyes that the blood prince was dead, but Armand still existed.

Tan Zhao stretched out his hand and pushed: "Don't be so excited, I'm also a prophet of your blood race, if you don't have any skills, you will treat me as a dry meal?"

Then if you were so high-powered and powerful from the beginning, how did they come to this point!

Cyril doesn't understand Shen Huanying at all. This person is so powerful that he can change the world, but he is willing to be a poor student, and even goes to a bar to work part-time as a bartender. Seeing the money, really... It's not that he misunderstood, but this People are really good at hiding.

Even if the ancestor had written the truth in the prophecy, he couldn't believe it.

Cyril's mood can simply be described as "it's getting late".

But it is still useful to live a long time, at least after the huge pupil earthquake, Cyril was still able to say in a trembling voice: "My lord, are you okay?"

This sentence really spoke out the aspirations of all the vampires present, and even the werewolves and humans who were ambushing not far away. With Tan Zhao's perception, he naturally couldn't fail to perceive it. He just pretended not to see it.

Armand's dining etiquette is very good. He didn't answer the question right away, but waited until the food was finished before he said, "Cyril, I'm no longer the prince of blood."

This sentence does not directly answer this question, but everyone understands the meaning of this sentence.

Armand, the prince of the blood family, finally seeks benevolence and wins benevolence, and breaks free from the shackles that have trapped him for thousands of years.