The God[Quick Transmigration]

It was night, in X City, in an extremely dark and narrow alleyway.

The woman with a dull expression leaned weakly against the brick-red wall, slightly raised her face and stared obsessively at the man who was leaning over and staring at her.

The face of the man staring at the girl under the moonlight was abnormally pale, but there was already a hint of a satisfied smile in his gaze, following the cold fangs on his lips, Light blue blood vessels have slowly emerged under the man's pale skin. Just as he bent down and was about to open his mouth, a sudden sentence came from behind him, and it got into his ears——

"...Didn't the descendants of your imperial clan always claim to be noble and picky eaters?"

In this cold and unfamiliar voice, there was even a hint of imperceptible banter. The blood race who was interrupted from eating froze, and then calmly turned to the young man standing against the light behind him. His light blue eyes looked pale under the moonlight. Strange and beautiful--

"—Hunter?"

The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses shook his head and smiled faintly: "It's just passing by."

"you……"

Just as the vampire was about to say something, it suddenly frowned, its nose fluttered, and then looked at the young man suspiciously——

"I seem to... smell the same kind of smell on you..."

"You are indeed a descendant of the blood clan emperor, and your senses are really sharp." The young man was not surprised at all, and still looked at the blood clan with a half-smile, "...you have been keeping a low profile recently, which is good. However, I do have some It’s up to you to find out.”

Hearing that, the vampire sneered: "Since you already know my identity, you should know that, unlike those inferior mixed-bloods, the vampire emperors never cooperate with lowly humans like you!"

"Cooperation?"

As if he had heard a funny joke, the young man suddenly curled his lips into a chuckle, and at the same time walked leisurely towards the vampire. The other party's defensive expression did not affect his movements and tone in the slightest—

"Cooperation is based on the equality of both parties. As for you... Even if the fourth generation of your blood imperial family is here, you are not qualified to cooperate with me. Because, in my hands, you are stained with the blood of your blood imperial family. The dirty blood of several three-generation elders."

These words were spoken by the young man calmly, but it made the vampire look hideous in an instant——

"——You are the number one hunter in the blood-hunting alliance!"

"..."

The young man looked at him and smiled, his eyes were cold. At the same time, his hands had slowly put his gold-rimmed glasses on and took them off.

Freed from the shackles of the "forbidden demon", the enchanting pupil is like a star in the clear sky, but it turns from dark to bright. Strange and inexplicable shocking symbols are branded in and out again and again. The young man looked at the eyes of the vampire They were almost turned into killing weapons that wiped out everything. In just a moment, the blood clan who was just a blood descendant couldn't bear it, and suddenly knelt on the ground.

As the young man's steps approached, the blood clan kneeling on the ground still couldn't bear it, accompanied by a muffled sound of bones, and finally fell to the ground suddenly.

Under the pupil technique of the young man, the vampire couldn't even raise the strength to fight, let alone speak again.

Until the young man walked in front of the vampire, looking down coldly at the person lying on the ground struggling helplessly, he put on the gold-rimmed glasses again, and the young man who turned his head slightly looked gentle and harmless,

"Tell me, who... are you chasing here?"

The oppression around the body faded like a tide, and after a while, the vampire fell on the ground and sneered——

"Why... are you afraid too?... Even if you have the holy blood of three generations of elders in your hands... you lowly mixed blood—you are destined to be refined into the lowest blood slave—! "

"I'm really humble..."

There was a hoarse smile in the young man's voice, "It's just that this despicableness and lowliness were brought to me by you dirty blood races. ——I'm ashamed to share a similar bloodline with you."

The vampire looked ferocious: "——you will be doomed forever!"

"...until then, I'll drag you all to hell."

Ten minutes later, the young man walked out of the alleyway, and the girl in his arms was supported by him on the bench beside him. Then the young man took out the mobile phone in his pocket expressionlessly, and made several calls again. The phone call from the other day——

"...Is there one sacrificial potion left? Someone give it to me."

Before the other party could speak, the young man said with deep eyes.

The other side was silent for about two seconds, and then broke out suddenly, the sound was almost deafening——

"—Song Qingyan, are you fucking courting death——?!"

"..."

He was stunned for a rare second, and after a while, the young man, that is, Song Qingyan smiled, and said, "It's rare to hear you lose your temper once in a hundred years—"

He looked up at the sky, and exhaled as if he wanted to expel the depression in his chest. After lowering his eyes again, his voice was steady and colorful: "Do we have any other options, Lian Jing?"

"No——! I don't allow you to do this! You are joking with your own life—! The sacrificial potion will make all the mixed races lose control! Even you can't do it!!"

"Only the sacrificial potion can allow me to find that person. ——Lian Jing, you and I don't live for ourselves, and there is no point in discussing it. And I just want to inform you... As long as I think, I have too many ways to get him." to that thing."

……

The blood was clamoring and boiling in his veins. Song Qingyan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, watching the young man's complexion in the mirror change from the lustrous jade white before to an almost morbid paleness at a speed visible to the naked eye. The color of her lips is also lighter.

There is a kind of desire/desire suppressed in the body - as if every cell is clamoring to express the hunger for fresh blood - he can even hear the sound of strange human heartbeats in the next room, and he seems to be able to see Seeing the blood burst from their atrium, enter the blood vessels, and flow through the whole body...

The smell of the blood was fragrant and alluring, with a hint of fermented temptation, which made Song Qingyan's body temperature gradually rise.

He lowered his eyes and glanced coldly at the needle tube of the lavender potion at his feet, easily suppressed the resistance in his body, picked up the makeup tools prepared by the side, and modified his cheeks.

——He wasn't sure whether anyone would recognize his face at the upcoming blood clan gathering tonight, so he had to make a thorough plan.

When the last work was done, Song Qingyan picked up a document in hand, and once again quickly browsed through all the information of the blood clan captured by him in the deep alley, and then followed the air—except for the files belonging to human blood. In addition to the alluring smell - the kind of breath that can make the vampires instinctively feel unique.

Coming to the window, opening the window, sniffing the source of the breath, the pale young man looked at a direction in the dark night, the corners of his lips curled up, and his smile was dark.

Moments later, he leaned on the window with one arm and jumped down, the sound of the wind howling past his ears.

In the dark night, a swift figure flickered in the night that drowned everything.

When the target building appeared in his line of sight, Song Qingyan slowed down his pace. He stopped at this large villa located on the hillside of a certain mountain in the outskirts of X City. In his sight, there were two rows waiting outside. The human beings - also the pets raised by the descendants of the blood emperors - blood slaves.

A trace of coldness could be seen in Song Qingyan's eyes, but he still walked forward with the corners of his lips pursed. The oval-shaped Xiaoling with blue runes engraved in his hand paused in front of the two blood slaves who were looking at him. After a while, he took it back into his arms, and then walked into the villa without any hesitation.

And those blood slaves who were completely ignored were obviously used to it, and numbly retracted their gaze.

After entering the villa, the body's desire and desire for blood was suddenly multiplied several times——

For these blood emperors, the most delicious blood in the world undoubtedly comes from their clansmen—the higher the blood class, the more unparalleled temptation they have.

——It’s just that this kind of desire has an upper limit. For example, the owner of this villa—the blood race that attracted so many blood races to this city has undoubtedly surpassed the desire of all the blood races present. The upper limit—then what remains is only an instinct of unconditional obedience.

For the vampires who are used to living alone, it is obvious that this kind of near-sociable gathering does not allow them to adapt well. At most, there are a few vampires who are still familiar with each other, and most of them just sit there silently. .

But at this time, seeing a new face walk in, and aware of the other party's vague blood class, most people just raised their eyes to look at this handsome young man who can only be regarded as ordinary in the face of the blood family who has always been outstanding. glance.

Song Qingyan twitched the corners of his lips slightly, moved his eyes to scan the crowd on the first floor, then smiled and nodded at them.

Some people remained calm, some snorted, and some also lowered their heads and smiled.

So the atmosphere fell into silence again, until...

On the spiral escalator from the second floor to the first floor, a figure climbed down the steps.

Song Qingyan's heartbeat stopped inexplicably, and he raised his eyes to look over, as if he fell into those dark eyes in an instant.