rose flower ban

Zuo Yin looked calm, staring at the rose outside the pavilion.

She didn't look like she was peeking at Qi Yan at all.

It's been a long time.

"Does it look good?"

Qi Yan's voice with a smile came to Zuo Yin's ears, light and light.

Zuo Yin replied subconsciously, "Yes."

A slightly hoarse voice murmured softly, "It's beautiful."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Yin was startled, and turned his head to look directly at Qi Yan.

"I said flowers." Zuo Yin frowned and pursed her lips to explain.

Qi Yan glanced at him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said naturally, "I also talk about flowers."

Zuo Yin frowned even tighter.

***

At the same time, under the corridor of roses that are also blooming gorgeously in the Bruhe Palace.

The third elder of the Bruhe clan spread his hands, and a blood-red stone the size of a pigeon egg appeared in his palm.

"Is this the thing that ruined the formation?" Aled, the prince of the Bruhe clan, was inconveniently happy and angry in his dark brown pupils, and his short sentence was full of the majesty of the superior.

The third elder of the Bruhe clan nodded, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, this formation is the masterpiece of the Necromancers in Cappadocia, and it cannot be easily damaged by others. I suspect..." The third elder of the Bruhe tribe said this, and looked at A Red.

"That's enough." Aled raised his hand, "Jesse's matter, the little devil leader of the Blood Hunt Alliance found Cappadocia, you don't have to deliberately guide me."

The prince of the Bruhe tribe, who used to do things with his fists, used his brain for the first time.

The Xu clan of the Blood Hunting Alliance did have some connections with Cappadocia, and this time Xu Xingzhou should have come to Qi Yan only because of his poor skills.

The three elders of the Bruhe tribe were aware of their small thoughts, and their expressions froze for a moment, then they lowered their heads and placed one hand on their chests, "Prince, forgive me."

"Continue to search, and make sure to find the person who destroyed the formation before the ceremony ends." Aled waved his hand.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Prince." The third elder of the Bruch tribe bowed again, carefully observing the expression on Aled's face under the beard, and in the end he only met the Prince's sharp gaze before leaving reluctantly.

......

Once the ceremony begins, it lasts until the end of the feast.

All clans and blood clans gathered together.

The feast that all blood races are eager to welcome.

The high-ranking vampires stood at the front, surrounding a large altar, while the periphery of the high-ranking vampires were some low-ranking vampires who were lucky enough to be able to participate in the grand ceremony.

This once-in-a-hundred-year event, the blood clan who can participate will receive the gift of the ancestor.

This will be their greatest glory.

The elders of the Thirteen Clans also entered the arena before the grand ceremony. The emblems of the Thirteen Clans were located in thirteen directions, forming thirteen square formations.

"One is missing." A blood clan who participated in the grand ceremony for the first time in the back row whispered.

"Less?" asked doubtfully, who was also participating for the first time.

"Why is there no death clan?"

"One, two, three, four...Thirteen, indeed one is missing."

"Pfft."

There was a sneer from the front row.

The two low-level blood races shut up.

......

They were lucky enough to obtain the blood of the high-ranking bloodlines, and they were able to purify their bloodlines, so they could barely come to a holy banquet. On such occasions, they always spoke in the lowest breath.

Perhaps the stronger the blood race, the better able to hear their conversations.

"Idiot." The high-ranking vampire said contemptuously, as if to show off himself and confuse the two of them, "Do you know what the clan emblem of the Death Clan is?"

"Yes......"

"Silver cross!" The two said in unison, and then closed their mouths.

The symbol of taboo is used as the family emblem.

If it is placed on a grand ceremony, it is disrespectful to the ancestors.

It seemed to read their thoughts.

The high-ranking blood clan sneered again and said, "If you want to die, of course you can see the clan emblem of the clan of death."

The two low-ranking vampires who heard this answer wanted to stuff their heads into their crotches.

Silver cross.

Just seeing it, the blood race with low ability can no longer bear the divine coercion.

If they were really put out as a phalanx like this, they might die suddenly on the spot.

......

Seeing the embarrassing faces of the two low-ranking vampires, the high-ranking vampires smiled complacently, but froze when they heard a familiar voice from beside them.

"Colin, your taste is still so vulgar."

With graceful steps, David moved closer to him, raised his hand and waved in the air as he approached, as if there was something dirty.

Colin choked on his inside-out appearance, and almost felt sick.

"You may not be very good, David." Colin pinched his nose and took a big step back, his eyes were full of disgust, "No matter what, Gabriel will not fall in love with you."

David, who dressed up specially to meet his sweetheart, was stabbed in the foot by his words.

When he wanted to refute, he heard a woman's voice.

"What good is Gabriel?"

Both of them looked at the woman together.

The most ostentatious one of the Nuofele tribe is still wearing the bright red dress today.

Hearing that this is the seventh elder of the Nofil tribe, David and Colin fell silent at the same time.

Whether it's her status as an elder, or the Nuofeile tribe who are united as individuals.

On this occasion, they can't really confront the woman, they just pretend they didn't hear it.

"Hehe." A light laugh came over.

The intoxicating voice attracted the attention of many blood races around.

And the owner of the voice was the subject of their discussion, Gabriel.

...

She was walking slowly towards this side.

Wearing the same red dress and the same graceful and graceful figure, the seventh elder of the Nofiler tribe was set off like dust, and his face gradually distorted.

All the elders of the Death Clan, who are rarely seen among the thirteen clans, have all been present.

"Are you the Keira who often imitates me?" Gabriel looked up and down critically, his red lips opening and closing to poke people's heart, "The figure is fine, but..."

"Gabriel." Ferry came from behind and interrupted her speech.

Kayla's originally angry face became more and more unsightly, but it melted the moment she saw Ferry, and she showed a decent smile, if her face was ignored.

"Deacon Fei." Kaila pretended to look behind him, "That lord..."

"Kayla, I want you to shut your dirty mouth."

When Gabriel interrupted Keira when he heard this sentence, his expression became lighter.

Ferry had nothing to do with her, and threw an apologetic gesture at Kayla, but stopped Gabriel no longer.

The aggressiveness of the two women caused the other blood races to shrink their necks.

Colin glanced at David beside him who was still fascinated by Gabriel, touched the goose bumps on his hands, and stepped aside again.

***

It wasn't until the princes of the thirteen clans entered the arena that they tended to calm down.

Divided into three factions.

The secret party was headed by Winfern, and the seven princes walked towards the altar at the same time.

The two princes of the Demon Party also headed towards the altar from the other direction.

The four princes of the neutral party also appeared one after another.

All the princes of the thirteen clans are here.

One left.

Fourteen clans.

This is the voice of many blood races present.

·

Since the last prince disappeared.

The newly appointed Prince of the Death Clan has not yet publicly appeared in the Blood Clan.

The prince closest to the ancestor has the ability to abolish the abilities of other blood races, and the silver cross is useless to him.

An existence that countless blood races flock to, but dare not provoke.

"Finally I can see that adult!" Keira's excited voice spoke out the aspirations of all the vampires.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Gabriel immediately drew merciless ridicule.

Is your lord something she, a stinky rat in the sewer, can covet?

The two became more and more arguing.

The elders in Cappadocia turned a blind eye, and the Nofilers also looked away.

Winfern glanced at the prince of the Nuofele clan on one side.

I saw him simply looking up at the sky, obviously he is the race that hates the sun the most among the blood race, and he even refuses to take medicine, but now he has no scruples.

"Gabriel."

A clear voice seemed to come from far away.

Fall into the ears of all blood races.

......

Qi Yan arrived late.

Also late.

And Sain.

Zuo Yin had a cold face, his brows and eyes were like frost and snow, and his whole body exuded the aura of keeping strangers away. He ignored the blood clans who cast their probing gazes, and followed behind Qi Yan.

Now all the blood races finally saw it.

According to the legend, the existence closest to the ancestor.

He has black hair and black eyes no different from ordinary vampires, but he is indeed very different

An aura so severe that he couldn't look directly at it, just a little bit of a pair of dark and deep eyes would burn his eyes.

The other party just stared at the front lightly, but with a condescending feeling.

He arrived near in the blink of an eye, and when he used teleportation, a red light flickered in Ru Mo's eyes.

A silver cross was embedded on the chest of the jacket, supplemented by a blood-red rose and a few feathers.

All the blood races gasped when they noticed Qi Yan's eyes that symbolized returning to their ancestors.

That is the symbol of supremacy.

···

Different from those blood clans are the elders and princes of the other thirteen clans.

Especially the elders of the Hidden Alliance, their eyes stared straight.

What they noticed was not Qi Yan's black hair and black eyes.

It was the bloody rose on his chest.

Camarilla, that is, the Six Traditions established at the beginning of the establishment of the Secret Party Alliance-the six precepts, is also the current Six Precepts of the Blood Race.

It was explicitly prohibited thousands of years ago, and the blood race does not allow the appearance of the bloody rose.

And Qi Yan cultivated bloody roses, not to mention.

He even blatantly wore it to attend the Holy Banquet!

"You, you, you!" One of the secret party elders held his chest.

As soon as Qi Yan entered the arena, Gabriel ended the quarrel and walked to Qi Yan's side, and Ferry did the same.

Yann arrived one step behind, when he came, he saw someone pointing at Qi Yan, pointing back with wide eyes, "What are you!"

This tiger-headed and tiger-headed appearance made the three elders of Cappadocia hold their foreheads for a while.

I really want to step forward and break off his fingers.

Qi Yan glanced at the elder of the secret party, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The elder of the secret party rolled his eyes angrily when he looked up lightly, and was supported by another elder beside him. After taking a breath, the elder of the secret party slapped his chest again, and was about to bite the bullet and ask questions.

Another voice interrupted him.

"Little guy, long time no see."

......

Winfern made an untimely sound, with interest in his pale golden eyes and a familiar tone.

"You really like this gift." As he said, Wen Fern set his eyes on Zuo Yin who was beside Qi Yan.

Only then did everyone's attention shift from Qi Yan.

I saw Zuo Yin standing on Qi Yan's side, not being compared at all.

With a stern face, he didn't hear the word "gift" that Winfern said cheaply.

Only then did Qi Yan look back at Wen Fern, her black eyes flickered slightly, "I like it very much."

"Who is he?" A sharp-eyed elder looked at Zuo Yin and saw that he was not of the same kind.

Outsiders are not allowed to set foot in such a grand ceremony.

"This is not a blood race!"

"Werewolf! He's a werewolf! I feel it!"

Qi Yan's expression was indifferent, and he half-closed his eyes, with a slight red glow in his eyes.

The endless coercion was released quietly, and a dangerous breath rushed towards his face.

Bitter voice, word for word.

Deep, biting.

"My blood slave."