The God[Quick Transmigration]

The Curse of Blood ([-])

In Song Qingyan's impression, the higher the bloodline of the imperial family, the colder and more self-confident they become, and of course the more beautiful their faces. Even the elders of the three generations who were dealt with by him were all young and beautiful in appearance. There is no trace of the years left on them.

But the mysterious blood race that came down was obviously an exception.

——It's not that that person doesn't give people a feeling of coldness, self-respect and beauty, on the contrary—this feeling is vividly reflected in that man.

That person has a pair of black pupils, but they don't make people feel dead at all, but a kind of gleaming depth; his facial features are even closer to a kind of sharp-edged beauty, so that Song Qingyan has seen too many Among the blood race, there are not a few of them with good-looking faces, but this man gave him an amazing feeling-maybe the facial features alone are not delicate enough, but they have an unspeakable charm when combined, like some kind of Hormones easily stirred up their emotions in the air.

When the man came down, he was wearing an ancient and complicated Western court attire. Song Qingyan couldn't tell the specific purpose, but felt that it perfectly set off the man's pure and proud temperament, making him look elegant and noble.

So other blood races gave Song Qingyan the feeling that people around him wanted to chase and desire, but when it came to this man, all that was left was an uncontrollable surrender.

Fortunately, his sanity was still reserved, so that he would not even show an obsessed look like the others in the living room on the first floor.

——Song Qingyan just lowered his eyes naturally.

It's just that the gaze with a strong sense of presence falling on him has not weakened in the slightest.

Song Qingyan still stood calmly and downcast among the crowd of blood clans, but he was secretly startled—this mysterious blood clan was already so powerful that he could easily recognize his identity under his full cover Is it to the point...

While Song Qingyan was thinking about countermeasures, the other party looked away.The man walked down the stairs to the first floor, and then sat straight on the sofa in the middle, raised his deep black eyes, and scanned the group of blood races standing on the first floor.

The man's voice was deep and pleasant, and it rang in everyone's ears without haste——

"You should have heard about it. Recently, there have been some... unstable factors in the territory of several elders. Due to the dereliction of duty of the supervisors in the group, the original influence has been greatly expanded, and even threatened the continuation and survival of the blood clan, causing many The people of the clan were affected, even the 'Blood Sin' scepter related to the inheritance was taken away from the place of inheritance, and disappeared without a trace."

All the people present had obviously heard the news, and they didn't react even after hearing the news. Only Song Qingyan, who was surprised, concealed his emotions well.

"In order to solve the bad influence of this incident..."

The man glanced across the crowd, and landed on the unremarkable young man with downcast eyes in the center. A mysterious light suddenly flashed in his deep black eyes, which was different from the deep outside. He stared at the young man's every word. ——

"I was awakened from my deep sleep."

"..."

Song Qingyan, who was originally quiet, felt as if struck by lightning in this sentence, his body trembled suddenly. He raised his eyes to look at the man sitting on the sofa who looked at him with a half-smile, and felt a An indescribable complex emotion rose from my heart...

It was as if there was a voice that passed through the torrent of time and echoed vaguely in his mind——

... "You want him? Then you have to sacrifice yourself first."

In the enigmatic mist, a pair of icy hands slowly walked over his body, a low and playful voice filled his whole body with playful kisses...

... "Of course I am him, you ask yourself, the breath I left in your body... Isn't it as familiar as him?"

The joyful and tormenting collision made him unable to pay attention to the voice of the person next to his ear...

... "Compared to being with him, I thought you would miss the feeling I gave you more, but unfortunately it doesn't seem to be the case."

With a slight hint of teasing, the dry palm of the speaker rubbed his cheek...

... "Even if he is me, I can't bear you anymore."

There seemed to be a trace of sadness in the deep voice, but the smiling eyes seemed to be always in the memory...

... "In the end, did you choose to help him devour me... You really are the most cruel child in the world, Shen Fan."

That voice was full of sadness and connivance, and slowly lowered...

... "One day, I will wake up from my deep sleep."

The deep and cold voices alternated with indulgent and playful voices, and the last sentence brought him into the boundless darkness...

……

The moment he opened his eyes, the dazzling light made Song Qingyan's eyes flood with physiological tears. Before he could get used to it, Song Qingyan heard a playful voice in his ears——

"Long time no see, why are you so fragile?"

The sound was so close at hand, Song Qingyan froze for a moment reflexively, and was about to bend his knees and pull out the silver blade close to his body, and then bit the tip of his tongue at the first moment of recovery, forcing his action.

"..."

He raised his head and looked at the man lying beside him—to be exact, the man who was lying in his arms.

——Sure enough, it was the mysterious blood family that even he couldn't detect the true blood class.

The man didn't seem to care about his silence, he pressed down his body with the corners of his lips raised, and slowly rubbed the youthful bright red lips with his fingertips, "It's just a simple mental shock for you, you just bear it." I couldn't help but fainted....Then I'll imagine that I want to fuck you like before...how long will I have to wait?"

Song Qingyan choked at the other party's unscrupulous tone, and his first reaction was, could it be that the vampire he killed happened to be the male favorite of the mysterious vampire in front of him?It was only the next second that he felt the camouflage that his face had disappeared, and his face changed.

Obviously, his true face has been exposed——

He didn't believe that among the blood descendants of the imperial race who were more than three generations old, no one had ever seen himself or his portrait.

Song Qingyan silently recalled what the other party said just now——

So... is this the latest interrogation method of the blood race?

A trace of guard flashed across Song Qingyan's eyes, but the man glanced at him with a smile, as if he could see what he was thinking, but he didn't rush to speak, he just spread out his palm, and there was a simple rectangular ring lying on it .

"Actually, I woke up in the last world. It happened to be when you finished the task and left. I took it away, and then manipulated it like that person before to bring you into this world—very successful, For the first time in this world, in a conscious state, I beat him."

Song Qingyan: "..."

...Did this blood race sleep for too long and his brain was broken...

It's just the ring lying quietly in the man's palm. Although he feels that he has never seen it before, he has an inexplicably weird feeling of being connected by flesh and blood.

Could it be...was he cast some kind of blood curse by this mysterious blood man?

Song Qingyan quickly searched in his mind for some information about blood clan spells in his memory, but before he was halfway through, the man lowered his eyes and looked at him with a dangerous smile——

"I want to get you in my bed without playing those little tricks."

"...you can read minds?"

Song Qingyan narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party coldly.

The man smiled noncommittally: "Look, if I were in charge, I wouldn't be able to suppress your ability at such a low level—even a small method like consciousness can be easily used by me. On you."

"..."

After confirming that the other party and his abilities were not on the same level at all, Song Qingyan felt relieved - it was obviously a situation that he could not control anyway, so he simply didn't waste so much energy, and just opened his mouth and looked at the situation. man--

"I was indeed a former member of the Hunter Organization. This time I lurked here without any malicious intentions. It was just out of prudent security considerations. I don't know if His Royal Highness said so many things I couldn't understand. Is it to mislead or confuse——" Why don't you just state your purpose directly, I will do my best if I can accomplish it, and if I can't, I will apologize with death—how?"

The pair of pupils raised by the young man were clear and clean, without the slightest intention of falsification, clearly showing an appearance of not caring about life and death.

"My purpose?"

The man seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and he stopped laughing for a long time. His black eyes suddenly settled all his emotions, and he looked down at the young man with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, "...I just want to fuck you hard, That's all."

"..."

Song Qingyan's face changed slightly, and those inexplicable memories and voices before coma seemed to flood into his mind again.

"His Royal Highness..." Song Qingyan suppressed the inexplicable irritability in his heart, and tried his best to smile, "I think you may have misunderstood the person. ——Before today, I have never seen you..."

"Don't be so resolute in denying things you haven't experienced, Shen Fan."

The man smiled without hesitation, "...after all, I have walked through every part of your life with him."

"……'who is he?"

Song Qingyan's eyes flickered slightly.

"He's me." The man's smile was a little more playful.

"..."

Anger flashed across Song Qingyan's eyes, and the forced smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, "Are you sick or am I sick?"

"This is not a disease," the man took the words seriously, "I told you, this is a decision he has to make."

Song Qingyan sneered: "I have to? For what, to save the world?"

"correct."

The man didn't seem to understand the sarcasm in his words, he was still smiling, "He wants to control the extreme good and the extreme evil at the same time, so he split himself in two..."

Faintly, another voice came from the depths of Song Qingyan's mind, mixed with the voice of the person next to his ears——

... "Half of the control is extremely good, Si Bi falls to the nine heavens; the other half controls the extreme evil, and controls the eighteen hells of the nether world."...

... "It has been peaceful for countless years, until a strange number was born in this world. ... It was a vixen, and the half of the eighteen prisons of the Netherworld fell in love with him, but at that time he had already fallen in love with him... Became the other half of Biluo Jiuchongtian who doesn't eat fireworks."...

... "What happened later? ... Then, of course, the world was turned upside down."...