The God[Quick Transmigration]

When she woke up again in that strange room, Song Qingyan's body trembled slightly.

After the convulsive nerve pain, it was like an irresistible fatigue that swept all his senses in an instant.This kind of fatigue seems to come from the soul, as if a container that is too small contains something that shouldn't be able to hold it, and the soul transmits to the nerves an almost broken sense of burnout.

This time he sensed the entire room, and he didn't find anyone other than himself.

Song Qingyan rubbed his temples and sat up, his gaze fell out of the window with some coldness.

The unobstructed line of sight took in all the scenery outside the window. In the lush and lush forest, the fragrance of grass and wild flowers seemed to float past his nostrils, and Song Qingyan couldn't help but close his eyes. Empty my mind.

After a while, the young man's eyes opened again, revealing those light blue pupils that were not pure enough.

At the same time, the young man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, pulled off the thin quilt covering his body, stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, and walked out.

After opening the door, there was a long corridor that Song Qingyan didn't have any impression of, and it was evident that he came to the place after he fainted.

It was very quiet in the ear, no sound could be heard in the room, but Song Qingyan's face did not show the slightest alertness and panic about the unfamiliar environment. He walked straight along the corridor to the direction of going downstairs until he reached the Before the stairs, his steps stopped, and he looked down at those people sitting on the sofa on the first floor——

The target of entry was the vampires who arrived at the villa on the mountainside with him the night before.

It's just that at this time, the eyes looking at him are mixed with mostly hostile gazes.

"When did something secretive and sneaky appear in our Imperial Clan?"

A beautiful vampire boy sitting among several vampires played with his slender fingers, glanced at Song Qingyan, and sarcastically smiled.

Song Qingyan naturally knew that what the other party was talking about was his disguise when he entered the villa.

In normal times, Song Qingyan's temperament is too lazy to play tricks like verbal swords with these rebellious children in the second half of his mind. It's just that the excessive amount of information before made him feel a little depressed for no reason. The voice of the young man of the blood race, his thin lips lifted, and his eyes were a little more lazy than the weak and boneless boy on the sofa——

"Probably because some self-righteous little guys are always doing things to ruin their reputation under the name of the Emperor Clan, so people have to keep a low profile?"

As Song Qingyan said, he had already walked downstairs.He looked around the whole villa and made sure that there was no trace of that person, so he was inexplicably relieved and even in a better mood. She intercepted his voice with a smile, "Don't be jealous, little guy.... Otherwise, wouldn't it be a pity for this pretty little face?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingyan's eyes flashed sharply, and the other people in the living room felt that their consciousness suddenly went into a trance for some reason, but they all returned to normal after a moment, so everyone also I thought it was just my own illusion.

However, the blood-born youth who was sharp-tongued just now remained silent. His blue eyes lost focus for a few seconds before recovering, and he sat back in silence.

Song Qingyan smiled and turned his eyes to look at the others: "Speaking of which, what about that one... I haven't seen him since I woke up."

"Your Excellency got some news about the 'Blood Sin' scepter before, and it is said that it has something to do with that damned hunter organization." One of the blood clansmen took the words and said with a blank expression, "The reason why your lord summoned us is that Because this city is close to the headquarters of the Hunter Organization, the Lord has brought a few people to the Hunter Organization to settle accounts."

The smile in Song Qingyan's eyes disappeared in an instant, and then a layer of frosty coldness covered the pupils.

In almost a second, he had turned quickly and walked towards the entrance, his expression was cold, and he could not see the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

"--Wait a moment!"

The people behind Song Qingyan seemed to have reacted, and stood up one after another to stop him - although most of the people present were dissatisfied or jealous that they only got the task of protecting the adult's male favourite, but if If something really went wrong with this person, then things like their messing up the simplest task will make them unable to hold their heads up in front of other clansmen for hundreds of years in the future.

What surprised all the blood races present was that in their eyes, the blood race that seemed to be of a low blood class, even a bit messy and inferior, was much faster than any of them.

As a result, when the other party had already opened the door and walked out, all of them changed their faces and urged themselves to go as fast as possible, regardless of the fact that the light outside would still have some adverse effects on their bodies, they just They chased them out one by one.

So at dusk when the night was about to cover the entire city, people walking on the street could see a group of young people of different ages but uniformly with delicate faces chasing him anxiously behind a handsome young man.

"... Which celebrity group is this?"

"I've never heard of any celebrity group with such good looks, and I was blindsided just now, the person walking in the front was too fast, why do I feel...he left the ground with bare feet?"

"It's a pity that people still praise you for having excellent eyesight-how can someone walk with their feet off the ground? You must be arrested as a psychopath!"

"Maybe I was wrong..."

……

When he chose the shortest straight-line distance and rushed to the headquarters of the Hunter Organization, even Song Qingyan felt a little physically exhausted, not to mention the few sporadic blood clans who had been thrown to the horizon by him.

At this time the night had completely shrouded, but Song Qingyan still skillfully touched into the cafe that seemed to be closed, and then ran straight to a direction in the darkness.

In the darkness where even the moonlight was stingy with giving, Song Qingyan's figure suddenly paused, and then slowly bent down.

If the light was on at this time, you could see the pained look on his face, which made him even subconsciously press on his heart in an attempt to relieve the deep pain.

"...Damn..."

In the darkness, Song Qingyan's voice was distorted by the excessive pain. He grabbed the clothes around his heart and tried to adjust his breathing to calm the suffocating pain in his heart——

...Is it because of the overdraft of power—in order to completely turn himself into a vampire—at least to ensure that he has deceived the perception of those vampires of the vampire emperor, he had to use the sacrificial potion, and his body One of the consequences of being forcibly transformed is a sharp weakening in the short term.

I had to attack a person who didn't know anything, and I went there with the heart of death. I didn't expect that I would be seen through by the target of the mission. Now I have to overdraw because of chasing after that person, and I can't bear the original body. A broken body with a half strength.

And even the side effects of the sacrificial potion took advantage of it at this time...

As the former top hunter, Song Qingyan knew better than anyone what would happen if he gave up resistance and was completely driven away by the sacrificial potion.

In the darkness, Song Qingyan's eyes slowly lit up, and the almost strange light covered the messy light blue that was not pure enough before. After a while, his body slowly stood upright, but the light at the bottom of his eyes dimmed a bit.

Pursing his slightly pale lips, Song Qingyan supported his body and took another step, walked to the password door marked with the sign "Do not enter" in the darkness, and slowly but firmly covered the palm of his hand. A circular sensing area outside the metal door.

Three seconds later, there was a cheerful "beep" sound from the door, and even the place where Song Qingyan's palm was pressed was lit up with a shiny green light, and the heavy and firm metal door was in front of Song Qingyan. open slowly...

The voice from the real headquarters of the Hunter Organization, which had been isolated by this door before, re-entered his ears. Before Song Qingyan had time to be thankful that the door could still recognize his authority, his expression changed, and he sped up again. The long corridor inlaid with countless shimmering stones flashed in quickly.

……

When he stood again at the exit of the promenade at the corner of the familiar but unfamiliar square, the eyes of Song Qingyan, who had always been calm and indifferent, trembled slightly.

...He knew that the relationship between the Hunter Organization and the Blood Race had always been hostile, and he had imagined the crimes those cold Blood Race might commit against the Hunter Organization, but he didn't know why...he always harbored a trace of unwillingness to admit it in his heart. The hope for that mysterious blood race...he even thought that blood race would keep the hunter organization—

Instead of the eyes full of blood and the mess of corpses all over the ground!

An almost crazy emotion entangled all of Song Qingyan's rationality in an instant, and his body soon left countless afterimages in the air—he had even begun to consume his life regardless of the cost.

The originally pink nails gradually became sharp and sharp, and there was a slight coldness in the dim light. A trace of blood gradually appeared in the young man's eyes. The direction where the afterimage of his body went , is the only direction in his perception that still has sound fluctuations.

At the same time, in the innermost room of the hunter organization at this time, a man with a stern face sat in the only seat in the room and looked at the seriously injured human with a calm gaze. But it sank slightly.

He raised his eyes and turned to the door.

A few seconds later, the door, which seemed not strong enough, fell down with a heavy side kick.

The expressionless young man's eyes slowly swept across everyone in the room, only staying for a second on the human who was seriously injured and on the verge of coma, then ignored the rest of the blood race and suddenly accelerated towards the man sitting on the sofa.

The rest of the vampires in the room were stunned for a moment when they saw the person coming, and then subconsciously looked at the man on the sofa in unison.

There was a smile on the man's emotionless face, but he had already done a few tricks with the young man easily, and embraced him unceremoniously.

"...Are you so anxious that you won't see me after waking up?"

There was a hint of teasing in the man's deep voice.

But the young man didn't seem to hear it. He struggled under the man's not-so-tight restraint, and inserted his cold fingertips into the man's heart without hesitation.

"My death spot is not there."

The man gave a low laugh, lightly drew his hand and hooked the young man's wrist, and then imprisoned him again. He took advantage of the situation to press on the back of the sofa, and pressed tightly against his body——

"...Why are you so angry, huh?"