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"My blood slave".

All the blood slaves present were silent.

Even the elder who pointed out that Zuo Yin was not of my race was stunned.

On such an occasion, no blood clan would bring blood slaves.

Not to mention participating in a grand ceremony.

Even the four generations of the most dandy among the aristocrats have restrained their prestige.

And this moment.

What Qi Yan did was undoubtedly unprecedented.

......

"I don't think blood slaves are allowed to participate in the grand ceremony in the Six Commandments of the Blood Race." Ferry stepped forward, and said something polite and gentlemanly, giving the secret party enough face.

Not to mention whether there is this one among the six precepts of the blood clan.

Even if there is, his death clan is not within the scope of compliance.

"But..." The elder was about to say something more.

Qi Yan chuckled suddenly, and looked up coldly.

The corner of his mouth was slightly hooked to look at the elder, and his voice was light when he spoke.

"In what capacity are you speaking to me?"

The elder's original sentence was stuck in his throat, but he was blocked again, and the blood boiled all over his body and rushed to his forehead.

Instantly blushed.

Yann stared at him with starry eyes.

Your lord is so powerful, he can hear these words.

He doesn't deserve it!

Not fit to talk to adults.

Gabriel nodded.

Your lord is worthy of being a lord.

The two of them looked so proud that they felt like vomiting blood in front of the blushing elder.

Zuo Yin frowned imperceptibly.

A feeling of déjà vu came to mind, and this thought was fleeting, so fast that he couldn't grasp it.

...

Several parties faced a stalemate, and Wen Fern lost the leadership style of the secret party leader who presided over the overall situation in the past. It became more and more interesting to watch silently.

He turned aside and cast his eyes on Estan for a moment.

Estan bowed his head in silence.

The prince's eyes seemed to say "I'm right."

Estan recalled his misconceptions, and the answer given by the prince at that time was "it's poisonous", although he didn't know why the prince said that at the time.

But now he seems to understand a little bit.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the elder who was about to explode, he was indeed "poisonous".

"My lord, it is disrespectful to the ancestors to bring blood slaves to the grand ceremony." The blood elder with a blushing face and thick neck had to be shorter.

Say these words respectfully.

Qi Yan narrowed her dark eyes slightly.

Before he could speak, someone had already spoken first.

The warm voice is like a breeze blowing across a pool of autumn water, and the wind passes without a trace.

"The First Ancestor forgives his offspring."

Bai Xun controlled the wheelchair and drove straight towards the center.

The color of Qi Yan's eyes changed, as if Bai Xun had returned to his usual state when he looked at it, smiling.

***

Bai Xun's appearance was also not small, and once again attracted the attention of the blood race.

His dark eyes were moist, hidden under a silver mask.

The mysterious staff of Cappadocia.

Never appear in front of people.

Finally know the true face of Mount Lu, which greatly satisfies the curiosity of many blood races.

A grand ceremony, not only met the new prince of Cappadocia, but also met this mysterious Mr. Staff.

The image of Bai Xun has long been familiar to the blood clan.

He didn't look down on him because he was sitting in a wheelchair, but he could only hold the same respectful attitude.

Bai Xun's eyes were on Qi Yan from the beginning to the end, and when he saw him smiling at him, he also smiled back.

"Why are you here?" Qi Yan's eyes fell on the wheelchair.

In the past, when Bai Xun and his father came to the holy banquet, they would not show their faces.

Bai Xun said: "Come and have a look."

......

The grand ceremony was held as scheduled.

Fourteen princes sit at the head of the throne.

Because of the appearance of the two elders of the secret party just now, the most eye-catching one is none other than Qi Yan.

I saw him sitting on top in a leisurely posture, his index finger was lightly clasped on the armrest, his expression was indifferent, as if nothing had happened before.

Zuo Yin stood among a group of blood clans and looked up at Qi Yan.

The latter seemed to be aware of it, and looked down at him.

The four eyes met, and Zuo Yin took the lead to look away for a moment.

Just now, Qi Yan's words suddenly flashed across his mind, and some strange feelings arose in his heart for no reason.

There is no anger, no shame, no humiliation, etc. Emotional rise.

There is a kind of sense, some subtle, that Zuo Yin can't express for a while.

The werewolves are sensitive by nature, and the eyes that fell on them have not moved away.

Qi Yan was still looking at him.

Realizing this, Zuo Yin began to frown again.

It's just that the auricle seems to have some faint signs of fever, and the reason is unknown.

·

"Is this Xuepo?" Yann said beside him.

Zuo Yin also temporarily ignored the strangeness just now.

look forward.

I saw the place where the emblems of the thirteen clans surrounded and rose from the center of the altar.

The formed blood amber shines brightly.

Blood-red clouds obscured the sunlight from the sky, covering the entire Holy Land of the Blood Race.

All the vampires seemed to be excited, their eyes were blood red, and fangs loomed on their lips, with the tips of their fangs showing indistinctly.

Zuo Yin had seen similar scenes.

It was a full moon night when the werewolf aconitum was in full bloom.

Different from werewolves, although these vampires are excited, they still have reason.

A very grand ceremony.

The passage of time under the witness of time.

......

The sound of "creaking" grinding teeth can be heard endlessly.

All members of the death clan are in one direction.

"Yan, what are you doing?" Gabriel's voice sounded.

Yann's blue pupils had already been stained red by blood, and the tips of the not-so-sharp teeth were grinding each other up and down.

The ringing in the ear was blocked spontaneously, and the whole body was watched by the seductive ray of blood.

The blood amber made by condensing the blood of all the blood clans of the thirteen clans and adding longevity water is not an exaggeration to call it the treasure of the blood clan.

But at this moment, no one dared to put greedy eyes on Xue Po.

No one dares to covet the sacrifices offered to the ancestors.

Even snooping is an offense.

It is a blasphemy to the treasure.

Gabriel pouted, and changed positions with Ferry with a little disgust.

It's just that the sound of grinding teeth is too loud, and the time is extremely long, which is quite grinding.

Until the end of today's grand ceremony, Yan's four fangs were still fighting.

***

When Qi Yan came down from the throne, Gabriel immediately cast his rescued eyes over him.

Yann is too young, Xuepo's allure to him is not the slightest bit.

Other adult high-ranking vampires can still resist such a temptation, but Yann, who is not yet an adult, can't.

"My lord, I'm sorry." The third elder came over and stroked Yan's head, trying to regain his sanity.

Qi Yan nodded.

Yann still gritted his teeth and stared at the front, the third elder smiled helplessly, stood aside, and his gaze passed Zuo Yin as if unintentionally.

"Yan." Qi Yan's calm voice came out.

"Huh?" The blood in Yann's eyes drained away.

The third elder sighed, and finally said with a smile: "My lord, you have a solution."

"Finally awake."

Gabriel looked up and down at Yann, and after making sure that nothing happened, he glanced away and walked away.

Yann blushed, and smiled a little shyly, "I'm causing you trouble."

Qi Yan: "It's fine if nothing happens."

"What do you want to do?" Gabriel had just walked a few steps when he saw the third elder of the Bruhe tribe leading a group of people over.

The three elders of the Bruhe tribe ignored Gabriel's question.

Walking in front of Qi Yan, bowed and bowed, with a respectful attitude, "Master Qi Yan."

...

Qi Yan looked at the sudden group of people and raised his eyebrows.

"I want to ask you for something." The third elder of the Bruhe tribe continued.

After that, he looked at Zuo Yin, "This werewolf."

Zuo Yin's gaze pierced through the third elder of the Bruhe tribe, who felt a chill in his neck for no reason.

Seeing that Qi Yan didn't speak, the third elder of the Bruhe tribe went on to explain: "We will send him back soon."

He is just a dispensable little blood slave, but now he represents the entire Bruhe tribe, and the third elder of the Bruhe tribe is sure that he can take away Zuo Yin.

Unexpectedly, before the third elder of the Bruhe tribe could tell the reason, Qi Yan had already given the answer.

"impossible."

The indifferent voice is so cold that there is no trace of warmth.