murder poppy

"Vecjorel" snapped his fingers, and the hairball squeaked and laughed on the roof. Derek glared, startled by the wings that suddenly stuck to his face.

"Cackling." The little bat's body turned sharply, and the strong wind lifted Derek's jacket, and the stake in his pocket was caught by the bat's sharp claws, and dropped to the ground with a "bang".

The reason why there is no smell of Vijorel in the air is not because the blood emperor hides the smell, but because there is no blood emperor here at all.

"I thought you could become a little smarter after all this time." Vijorel, or Andre, took off his disguise, and the elegant incense mixed with the dust in the room pierced Derek's nostrils.

This is the smell that Andre has.

"Why, are you surprised to see me? Do you think a piece of broken wood can kill me, or do you think Vijorel will really allow the existence of divine blood?" Andre bent down to pick up the stake, and looked at it. Derek.

"It's impossible that the stake can't kill you." Derek stared at Andre without any reminiscence.

He's a brilliant screenwriter, a performer on a string, and Derek can't figure out where his plan goes awry to bring a cursed Andre back from the stake.He also couldn't imagine why Vijorel would not be moved by the blood of the gods. No king can refuse power and land, and the greed of vampires will only be stronger than humans.

"Don't be so sad." Andre narrowed the distance between him and Derek step by step, and the drooping blond hair brushed against Derek's face, without bringing any warmth to him.

At that moment, Derek seemed to be back in the drafty stable again, with the feed piled up all over his body, and in front of him stood a man who was drunk, red-faced and thick-necked.That man is incompetent and cowardly, but he will raise his whip in front of the slave, because that is a lower class than him.

Derek remembered red blood, messy grass, flying whip shadows, and a handsome man in luxurious clothes before his eyes.He will never forget those golden pupils staring at him with a playful look mixed with contempt through all the dark shadows.

That was the right hand that the devil extended to him.

Those pupils understood his heart, saw through his character, and saw a dark heart in the ragged clothes.

The last time Derek made a wish to the demon with blood and burns all over his body, this time, he took a step back under the same gaze.

"It's impossible for you not to die!!" Derek and Andre distanced themselves, gritted their teeth as if convincing themselves, and read the words again.

Andre straightened up, and the usual smile disappeared completely.

"Do you know why I brought you back? I saw in you the low self-esteem of the inferior, the confidence of the superior, and a bit of twisted cruelty. You are a very interesting contradiction, the knife that kills the master In your right hand, the knife for killing yourself is held in your left hand, and I have been wondering which one will fall first." Andre turned the stake, and the sharp end suddenly pointed at Derek, "It seems that you can use either one Can't fall."

"Perennial arrogance will interfere with your nerves. Now you don't dare to touch the knife that kills yourself, and you can't hold the knife that kills your master." Andrei's little bit of kindness and appreciation in his eyes was replaced by complete disappointment and disgust, and he looked at Derry. Ke, "You haven't grown into what I thought you were, and what's more, you can't grow up."

Derek's eyes were fixed on the sharp wooden stake, and the black blood stained his eyes and spread in his sight.

"I've killed you, I've killed you! I stabbed the silver blade into your chest, buried you in a coffin, and carved a curse, you should be wiped out!" Derek looked away as if evading, looking for something, " I see, someone saved you."

This idea is like a life-saving thread, binding the adventurer who is about to fall off the cliff.

Derek's flustered expression calmed down, and he stared at Andre again: "You are not the Andre you used to be at all. You are afraid of death, sympathetic to human beings, and betrayed blood. Andre, you have become despicable and cowardly. You use tricks to kill Die Waldron, in exchange for a short life, you would rather lie in a coffin and bear the forbidden law than give up your last days."

"Bah! You are the preacher full of absurdity!" Derek pulled out the short blade from his waist, took a bite at Andre, and then laughed ferociously, "You brought me out of the slums, and gave me a preliminary examination. Yong, don’t you want me to kill you? What are you struggling with now? You hypocritical liar.”

Derek twirled the blade with two fingers, as if he could rush up and strangle Andre's neck at any time.

"Click." There was the sound of a pistol being loaded.

"You better stand where you are."

Derek's body froze, and he tilted his head and looked back.

The door behind him was closed tightly, and the little bat on the beam was nowhere to be seen, and right behind him, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the center of his forehead.

Derek laughed as he understood: "It was him, he saved you, right? Andre, a hunter! You actually asked a hunter to save your life! Why, you are used to being the master, now you are going to be the master." Someone else's dog!"

Lyons frowned, raised his pistol forward, and glanced in Andre's direction calmly. Coincidentally, he met Andre's eyes.

"Don't worry, Mr. Inspector. Derek didn't mean to provoke a discord," "He really thinks so." Andre said, as if he was very familiar with Derek and was trying to excuse him.

Lane stood still for a moment, then turned his gaze away, as if there was an extra stone blocked in his heart, but he couldn't find the reason.

It seems to be because of Andre's tone, too peaceful?

"When vampires start looking for offspring, it means they lived too long." Andre said, "I don't deny that I have high hopes for you, and I expect you to bring me a grand death performance."

Andre's pupils moved down, and his peripheral vision swept across the stake: "But I never thought that you would use such a boring method to kill me."

Derek's smile fell, and he looked at Andre unkindly as if he had been violated.

"You are longing for a lot of boring things. Recognition, status, power. Derek, your desire is so vulgar and plain, mixed with the ignorant crowd, why do you think I still think you are outstanding?" Andre raised his head The corners of the mouth, but the pupils were cold, "Being killed by someone like you will make me feel ashamed."

"The blood race has existed for tens of thousands of years. You have only lived for a few hundred years. You are just a bright star in front of us. Don't try to guess our thoughts." Andre threw away the stake, as if he had completely lost interest in it .

"What do you want to say?" Derek warned himself not to talk to the devil, but couldn't help it.

He wanted to know why he lost, he was more decisive and cruel than many nobles, he played with those blood races in the palm of his hand, and stabbed Andre with a blade, threatening the blood emperor.He needs to know why Andre looks down on him.

"The vampire's enemy is only ourselves, the wanton desire, the mouth that cannot be quit. We are always driven by our characteristics, and we are the slaves of desire. If we obey, we will become rotten corpses, and if we disobey, we will suffer from bone erosion The drug///addiction. Longevity is never a gift, but an eternal curse on us.” Andre said, “The reason why Vijorel is the king of the blood race is because he can resist desire and has self-control that the blood race does not have. .Only his body belongs to him. Such a person, how can he get tired of retiring from the world."

Derek's pupils shrank, his expression inexplicable.

Vijorel played a king driven by desire to life, every look, expression, and language fit his character, and showed his ambition.

Derek has seen countless greedy people, but he can't find a flaw in him.

His failure came not only from Andre, but also from Vijorel, whom he called a coward.

Andre looked at Derek, and dropped the final guillotine: "To us, your divine blood is just a boring gadget. And the prince is just a title. You don't understand the nobles' thoughts at all, but it's just a thought. Clown to blend in. I apologize for my misperception, Derek, you'd be better off returning to your stable."

"Really?" Derek "giggled" and looked at Andre with a nostalgic attitude, "Do you still remember the horse farmer? I chopped off his limbs, fell into the sea of ​​fire in horror and was burned alive... ..."

"You look much better than that potbellied man." Derek sighed, "You must be a hundred times more beautiful than him when you die."

Before he finished speaking, his figure floated to the left, and the gunshot sounded from the back of his head, almost hitting Derek's ear.

Derek bent down and jumped to the ground, knocked a piece of floorboard from the edge of the stall, and pulled out a black pistol.

The pistol was unpretentious and of an old style.The muzzle of the gun accurately caught Andre, who dodged Lioness bullet, and aimed at his head.

"Andre." Lioness threw out the silver gun in time, and the bullet hit the pistol with a "bang", sending the silver gun a few meters away.

Gunshots rang out continuously, and the silver gun that was released from his hand could stop one bullet, but not the second.

The silver bullet flew towards Andre's face, and Andre's eyes narrowed, suddenly a wide shadow blocked him, and then a huge force brought him to the ground.

Among several crisp and loud noises, Andre accurately caught a somewhat soft and moist sound, and the smell of blood permeated his nostrils.

Derek, who emptied the pistol, didn't stop there, grasped the blade in his hand, shot at the two people who fell on the ground, and then quickly swept towards the door.

"Pfft." The fast-moving blade was intercepted by a slender hand.

Derek pressed the doorknob, and a huge sense of crisis engulfed him behind him.

The wooden door "creaked" and "creaked" opened, but no one came out of the dark corridor from the lighted room.

At the entrance, Derek gritted his teeth, scratched the skin of his fingers stuck on his neck, and hissed "ho-ho-".

Andre looked at his eyes with compassion and indifference, sarcasm and regret.

He is an angel doing murder and a demon doing good deeds.

The air was completely cut off, and Derek heard a crisp cracking sound, and then a brief pain and eternal darkness exploded in his skull, and he heard the demon whispering to him.

—"Good night, my child."

The author says:

The school starts tomorrow. After sorting out the timetable, I found that the homework took a lot more time and energy than I imagined. Considering the three times and the quality assurance of the articles, there will be no daily updates during school.

After that, it will be changed to the second, fourth, and sixth updates, and updates may drop from time to time at other times.

Thank you for your continued support.