[Quick Travel] How to break through being targeted by petite wolf dogs

The elders were very satisfied with Anne, and agreed that she was the best choice to choose the princess.

Although Noseel had always been independent, he was annoyed by the nagging of these old men the most, so he reached an agreement with Annie in private.

He promised Anne that he would set up a special military docking institution for the Viotlets family in the palace, and correspondingly, Anne would help him push down this troublesome marriage.

The next day, surprising news came from outside the palace—Miss Anne of the Vioutles family rejected the invitation to be elected princess.

According to the messenger's description, Miss Anne clearly expressed that she already has a favorite object and is unwilling to marry into the royal family.

Duke Viotles has always doted on his daughter, so naturally everything depends on her wishes.

As a result, this grand marriage was over, and the well-prepared dinner finally ended with His Royal Highness the Blood Emperor still single.

"Lance..." Annie held Lance's arm affectionately, with reluctance in her eyes, "If I knew you were going to live in the palace because of work, I wouldn't have helped you."

You interceded with Noselle. "

Duke Viotlets ate the last piece of bacon on the dinner plate, wiped his mouth gracefully, and scolded Anne mercilessly: "Do you really think that everyone wants to have fun just like you?"

"Father!" Annie stomped her feet angrily, and said coquettishly, "You mustn't say anything about me!"

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about you..." Duke Viotles turned his eyes away from his precious daughter, and met Lance who was behind her.

He smiled meaningfully, and there were a few creases at the corners of his slightly bent eyes. He looked like an "old fox" who had been practicing for many years. He looked at Lance with approving eyes, and said slowly: "Lance is my favorite!" Miaozi, he is going to do great things in the future, you girl, don't delay him all day long."

Lance nodded lightly, only returning his calm eyes.

Viotles couldn't help recalling the scene half a year ago amidst Annie's vague complaints...

That day he went to the human world to negotiate a deal, because the arms trade was involved, so the negotiation took place in a very remote suburb.

The group of people who delivered the goods were different from the local snakes who mixed in the black area in the past. They all wore clean and tidy white coats, and wore biochemical glasses that could cover most of their faces. Their expressions were without exception serious and cold. .

This made Viotles strengthen his vigilance from the bottom of his heart. He intuitively felt that this place was not simple.

He brought people to get the goods and was just about to leave when he suddenly heard a loud cracking sound from the ground. At the same time, the howling of wild beasts came from under his feet one after another, which was quite frightening.

This was originally an abandoned factory, and they were on the first floor... Could it be that there was something hidden underground?

No one in the room dared to act rashly.

The few white coats who came to hand over the goods to them looked at each other, and there was a look of horror on their originally cold faces.

Viotles heard them talking anxiously:

"Didn't you say that he has been given long-term hypnotics? What's going on?!"

"He's not a real animal, how could he be easily controlled by hypnotics?

Viotles frowned, feeling a little confused.

"Fuck, he released all the other subjects!"

"Oops! He's sabotaging our controller!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The leader of the man in white growled, intending to issue an order to his companion on the other end of the phone through the walkie-talkie, "Put the base on alert immediately!"

There was a burst of noisy electricity from the intercom, mixed with an almost stern cry for help: "It's too late! He's here...he's already here

It's..."

"Help...Help!!!"

"Di one one" a busy tone came from the walkie-talkie.

"What should I do..." The white coats looked at each other in blank dismay.

Vietles stood aside, couldn't help frowning and interrupted them: "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you run?"

"His sense of hearing and smell are very keen..." The leader in the white coat explained with a wry smile, cold sweat dripping all over his face, "and the teleportation speed is human

10 times, run?How could it be possible to escape? "

"So strong? What are you talking about?" Viotles wondered.

If it was really necessary and his own life was in danger, then he wouldn't mind taking care of this monster for these weak humans.

Those humans were silent for a while, and then spoke after a while: "...It's a mutated 'supernatural person'."

"A, ability, person?" Viotles couldn't believe what he heard, he opened his eyes slightly, and there was disbelief in his blood-colored pupils, "You mean... the third The 'supernatural person' in the generation of vampires?"

The leader in the white coat nodded.

Viotles opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, when he heard three knocks on the door of the negotiating room from an extremely elegant gentleman.

"Hello...may I come in?"

The male voice that might sound pleasant in normal times only makes people feel extremely eerie and terrifying at this moment.

Viotles was keenly aware that one of the white coats quickly took out a potion from his pocket, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand. His solemn expression seemed to be holding the lives of everyone here.

"No one answered me?" The people outside the door seemed a little puzzled.

After a while, he sighed helplessly: "Okay then..."

As his words fell, the door of the conference room in front of him was knocked away with a "bang". In the flying dust, a tall figure came against the light, and the left and right hands each carried a corpse that naturally drooped with gravity.

Before everyone had time to react, there was only a "dong" sound, and the two corpses were thrown in front of everyone.

If you look closely, you can easily identify that the two corpses were dried up after being sucked blood, and there were holes left by the fangs on their necks.

As the footsteps approached, the face of the perpetrator gradually became clear under the light...

It was really an overly handsome face—black hair and black eyes, originally the most common and inconspicuous color, but on that face carved with knives and axes like a masterpiece of a god, it looked unique.

Viotles thought that he had seen countless people in the past hundreds of years, and there were not many faces that could make him feel amazing. His Excellency the Prince was one of them, and the "supernatural person" in front of him was another.

Sure enough, this is the power of blood? The pure blood of the third generation of vampires not only gave them enviable power, but also gave them a stunning appearance that can't be met.

But at this moment, the light-colored thin lips hooked slightly, and the words he said had a contemptuous contempt: "Human blood...

It's just that. "

The dark red wings originally gathered behind him slowly spread out behind him, casting a huge shadow in front of everyone.

"0100...you..." The leader in the white coat showed a startled and frightened expression on his face, "Have you completed your differentiation?!"

He seemed to be looking up at a successful experimental product. The beauty and strength of the experimental product made him happy, but the cruelty and violence of the experimental product made him frightened.

The other companions around him suppressed his crazily wanting to step forward, and firmly shackled him in place.

"Don't look at me with that look..." The tall figure approached in the blink of an eye, and the huge black shadow of the wings shrouded it, setting off a wave

There was a violent hurricane, and the big hands with bulging veins tightly strangled the slender neck of the human being. With a little force, there was a crisp "click" sound, "I hate that look in the eyes."

Viotles watched helplessly as the white coat was thrown away by him with one hand, like a piece of light paper falling on the ground, his hands and feet twitched, and it was difficult to get up again.

The devil-like figure approached slowly, looked indifferently at the tiny human being curled up on the ground, and rubbed his face vigorously with the sole of his shoe: "At the beginning, I was taken back to the base and locked up, and I replaced him." You must be very proud when the number is 0100 Bloodland Mandala."

"After so many fights and fights in petri dishes, you thought that I would be the best experimental product you could handle, with enough energy to destroy everything, but it's so frustrating... In the end, you couldn't control yourself The experimental subject, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Viotles watched the face gradually rot and melt, and finally turned into a pool of dark blue liquid, and felt an unprecedented excitement in his heart.

If he can have such a monster in his army, how difficult is it to be invincible?

Taking advantage of this gap, the human holding the injection that had been prepared for a long time in the back rushed towards the back of the neck of the supernatural being under the cover of his companions.

Without even thinking about it, Viotles kicked the attacking human away.

The supernatural person turned his head lightly, his dark pupils staring at him quietly.

Under such a strong coercion, even Viotles could not stop sweating.

After a while, the man asked him indifferently: "Are you a blood race?"

Although he used interrogative sentences, his tone was very firm.

Viot Restoration paused for a few seconds, then nodded calmly, "That's right."

The man lowered his eyes as if he was thinking about something, and said softly, "Since you are a blood race, can you take me back?"

"What?" Viotles didn't realize the meaning of his words for a while.

"Take me back to the blood clan, hide the identity of the supernatural being for me, and give me a new identity," the supernatural being explained calmly, "Promise me these conditions, and I can help you do one thing."

The author has something to say

Wuwuming, sorry for being late today, everyone?

These two chapters didn't seem to allow them to meet each other, it will be arranged tomorrow!