Brown Street Slums.

The alley is quiet, with few pedestrians passing by.

"Xu Shao." Huan Song frowned, looking under the shadow of the whirling tree.

Lying there was a woman with stiff limbs and her head on the side. There were two large blood holes on her exposed neck that seemed to be pierced by something sharp.

Huan Song took off the white gloves pinned to the jacket pocket and put them on, then walked towards the woman.

Then he knelt down and stretched out his index finger to press the edge of the bloody hole on the woman's neck, peeling off a layer of blood scab and picking it up for inspection.

"Red-brown...it's blood!" Huan Song crushed the blood scab in his hand the moment he finished speaking.

As we all know, the blood scabs left after blood race attacks on humans are reddish brown.

Xu Xingzhou stared at this scene with a look of indifference on his face.

Huan Song stood up and looked at him.

The youngest leader of the Blood Hunt Alliance.

After a long silence, under Huan Song's waiting gaze, Xu Xingzhou calmly said, "Go to Qi's house."

Hearing this, Huan Song was startled.

Immediately, a slightly surprised expression appeared.

Qi family.

The seat of the current prince of Cappadocia.

It is rumored that the Xu family of the Blood Hunting Alliance has always been in contact with the Prince of Cappadocia, thus firmly sitting on the position of the leader of the Blood Hunting.

Cappadocia.

The clans excluded by the thirteen blood clans into the secret party, the devil party, and the neutral party are classified into the fourteen clans——

Death Clan!

***

Cappadocia.

When the sun is about to set.

On the mysterious path leading to nowhere, countless thorns and vines are entwined, and a small whirlwind suddenly hits.

After the whirlwind passed, these thorns seemed to be infused with spirituality, and the branches began to twitch.

It seems to be giving way.

A figure is wrapped in the center of the whirlwind.

The young man was tall and straight, with blond hair dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun. He was wearing a red and white dress with golden lace rolled around the wide cuffs.

Delicate Hongxia, magnificent young man.

It was obviously a pleasing picture, but the boy's fair and handsome face was almost wrinkled, and his eyebrows were all knit together.

When all the thorns were scattered, the boy hurriedly picked up the whirlwind again and swept it into the distance.

·

"Master Qi Yan! Master Qi Yan!"

The clear boy's voice was full of eagerness, showing the master's anxiety.

It was the blond boy who shouted.

There is a sea of ​​blood-colored roses, each rose is so red as to drip blood, as if watered by fresh blood.

It opened brilliantly.

The blond boy Yann looked at the sea of ​​roses in front of him, and was a little undecided for a moment.

After thinking for a moment, he simply stretched out his hand and tried to push a bunch of roses into a gap.

However, the sharp thorns on these vines, like the thorny vines just now, seemed to be given life, and the fingers were hooked in an instant, and the delicate skin was no match for the sharp thorns on the rose vines.

Yann let out a "hiss".

Looking down, one side of the index finger was punctured, and a drop of dark red blood gushed out from the cut.

As if tempted by the fragrance of blood, the roses closest to him shook a few times, as if lured by the blood into a bloodthirsty beast, a vine entwined itself towards Yaen.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Yann's eyes were wide open, he didn't dare to run, and he couldn't run away, a look of fear appeared in his blue pupils.

This is no ordinary rose.

This is the blood rose that is unique to their blood race. Blood is their food. Once they are entangled, they will never be able to escape unless they are full.

As a vampire, Yann is not a pure blood, but he is also a noble among the vampires, and all high-ranking vampires have supernatural abilities. His supernatural ability is to summon whirlwinds, and he is essentially not afraid of these vines.

All it takes is one whirlwind to destroy them all.

But not now.

This is raised by Mr. Qi Yan.

Yann didn't dare to move, not at all.

So much so that he could only stand still and let the rose vines with barbed hooks entangle him.

Yann swallowed, and continued to hiss.

"Master Qi Yan!!!"

......

Just when Yann watched the vine flexibly delineating the barbs and preparing to stick to the blood vessels of his wrist.

A very light low laugh came from nowhere, and the voice seemed to be close to the ear.

Yann was overjoyed immediately, and looked happily at the sea of ​​flowers ahead, "Master Qi Yan!"

"Yan, didn't you remember the loss you suffered last time?"

This time the sound came from behind.

Yann looked back happily, but he forgot that when he moved, the thorny vines would tighten rapidly.

It is bound to take down the 'prey'.

If you run, they can extend for tens of thousands of miles until they strangle people.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", Yann's face turned pale very quickly.

Just as he was about to yell a few times, the restraints on his hands suddenly disappeared.

Yann was free, and quickly ran away in two or three steps, looking at the figure standing in front of him with an extremely aggrieved expression.

There is still a sick white on the face, which is obviously a symptom of excessive blood loss.

Qi Yan looked at him with a half-smile.

Yann lowered his head and called out, "Master Qi Yan."

"If you don't move, they won't suck your blood." Qi Yan smiled slightly.

His voice has an unspeakable charm, as clear as a spring, listening to this voice seems to heal everything and forget everything

Yann scratched the blond hair on top of his head and looked at Qi Yan.

Master Qi Yan has black hair and black eyes, which is rare in the blood clan. If it is replaced by other blood clan members, such characteristics must be the weakest existence.

However, Lord Qi Yan is different, Yann looked at Qi Yan with longing in his eyes.

***

That time, Yann accidentally broke into this so-called forbidden place, and it was also the first time he saw Qi Yan.

I still remember when I first met him.

The black-haired and black-eyed boy was tilting his head, and there was a faint red glow in the pupils under the slender eyelashes.

A thin silver chain was wrapped around his wrist, which shone coldly under the moonlight, and he held a blood-red rose at his fingertips. When he lowered his eyes and stared, his lips parted slightly, revealing a sharp fang.

Yann was taken aback by those deep red eyes like a dark pool.

At the same time, Qi Yan, who sensed the unexpected guest, turned his head and stared over, his sight seemed to penetrate the whirlwind he condensed.

Yann could clearly see that the eyes of this young man who looked about his age were as deep as a bottomless abyss.

With a blink of an eye, he watched helplessly as the bloody rose plant that was placed in the palm of the young man was being wiped out inch by inch in his hands.

Disappear invisible.

Yann's pupils suddenly constricted, and he didn't dare to meet his gaze, and his feet seemed to be nailed in place, his whole body was stiff and unable to move.

Such eyes represent everything.

It is a symbol of atavism.

is a symbol of supremacy.

Only later did he hear that this was the next prince of Cappadocia, who never appeared in front of people, and only appeared in front of people after the previous prince disappeared.

......

Based on the principle of respecting his own king, after Qi Yan succeeded, Yann met with the new king alone to seek forgiveness for his previous recklessness.

But who knew, Qi Yan didn't remember him.

Yann was sad for a long time at that time, and later learned that the king was warmed up in the seal because he could not control his power at that time.

It's also like this, Qi Yan has always maintained his youthful form.

It's actually close to adulthood.

·

Yann glanced at Qi Yan standing in front of the sea of ​​blood-colored flowers. His face was so delicate and perfect. Every line seemed to be carefully traced by the ancestors. All of them showed beauty. I'm afraid the lower blood race would be attracted to her. One glance will burn the soul.

Even in the dark black, in the rich blood color, it is the most eye-catching existence, and nothing can surpass it.

Everything will be reduced to a foil.

Against his backdrop, even the most precious and beautiful blood rose among the blood clan is nothing but dust under his feet.

Dispensable embellishments.

One must know that blood roses are extremely rare among blood clans.

It's not that they can't cultivate it, but that the elders of the Hidden Alliance, the secret party, the largest alliance among the blood clans thousands of years ago, issued a ban.

Blood clan members are not allowed to grow this kind of roses.

The purpose is to prevent the new members of the blood clan, or the small blood clan who are underage from having a chance to meet.

The Hidden Alliance, a faction that more than half of the blood clans voluntarily joined.

Its deterrence can be imagined.

This decision makes the cubs born in these 1000 years so unlucky that they don't even have the chance to see the most beautiful flowers in the world.

...

At this moment, Yann completely forgot that he was just a cub born a few hundred years ago, instead he was thinking about it.

If the elders of the Hidden Alliance knew that their masters were cultivating such a large sea of ​​blood-colored roses, what a grand occasion it would be.

Probably, those stubborn people who have followed these carefully and set the six precepts at the beginning of the establishment of the alliance and stick to it to the end will be blown away with anger.

I can't wait to kill him.

Thinking of the helpless looks of those stubborn people blowing their beards and staring, Yann couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Qi Yan's eyes lightly fell on him, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The moment his eyes fell, Yan's whole body shivered, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the haze of the sky, and his heart beat violently.

"My lord, Mr. Xu is here." Thinking of the purpose of coming here, Yann restrained his expression and said seriously.

Mr Xu is their guest of honor in Cappadocia.

He was also curious as to why the leaders of the Bloodhunting Alliance were treated as honored guests by Cappadocia.

Qi Yan lowered his eyelids, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, and said in a soft and gentle voice, "Continue."

Yann rubbed him obediently, "I've already found someone to entertain him, and I'm in the flower hall now."

"Where's Fei Rui?" Qi Yan nodded and walked forward.

Yann couldn't help curling his lips slightly when he heard the name of 'Ferri', "He's not here."

The emotion in his words was so obvious that Qi Yan laughed for a moment.After sleeping for so many years, the relationship between the two has not changed.

Yann followed behind Qi Yan, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the opening on the wrist that was broken by the bloody rose, and now it was covered by a circle of bright red, which tended to spread.

It is especially eye-catching on this forearm that is as white as jade like a bright moon.

Thinking of something, Yann cast her aggrieved eyes on Qi Yan's back, and murmured softly: "I don't know how you raised my lord."

How much blood does it take to irrigate such a large sea of ​​roses!

I don't know how much blood plasma will cost...

·

Qi Yan naturally heard the broken words from behind, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the bloody roses on the side of the road that seemed to be infused with souls, and they gave way spontaneously when the two of them walked by.

Yann looked a little surprised.

As expected of a Scarlet Rose, it is no wonder that it was banned from cultivating it back then because it was too lethal, and it even made no distinction between friend and foe.

While thinking about it, Yann thought of Blood Rose's act of 'giving way', and while deeply surrendering to Qi Yan's majesty as a prince's bloodline suppression, the reverence buried in his bones became stronger.

Going out of this sea of ​​flowers, there is a figure standing on the quiet path before.

Standing against the light.

The man was tall and well-tailored in a suit, looking straight at them.

There was an extremely elegant smile on the handsome and handsome face of the other party. He bowed slightly towards this side, opened his lips and shouted respectfully:

"Master Qi Yan."

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