murder poppy

The dense forest has been silent for a long time, and it is finally a little happier today.

The vines around the castle are still dark green, but the leaves are thicker than before.

The bats hiding in the forest have changed their laziness in the past, foraging and sneaking at night, like awakened hunters.

The gate of the old castle opened dully, welcoming its long-lost owner.

Mass nestled in the crook of his arms, curiously looking at his master's sparse attire.

Blood races prefer red, and some blood races with unique aesthetics will rush to make purple or dark green dresses, but Andre is obviously not in the "fashionable" list.

His clothes are old-fashioned black and red interspersed, with exquisite workmanship and generous accessories, but he rarely changes his style.Not to mention the plain white pastor robes that were rejected thousands of miles away.

Cats have a weird curiosity about novel things. The priest's robe is soaked in special spices, which has a calming effect, and the cat's keen sense of smell makes Mass smell some blood.

It uneasily pulled at the soft robe, leaving a few obvious scratches on it.

"Don't make trouble." Andre held his restless head and walked into the castle.

After staying in the wooden house in the southern district for a long time, the spaciousness of the castle has become particularly gratifying.

Cold, quiet, lonely.

The silent air and atmosphere acted like a tranquilizer, reassuring Andre who had been with humans for too long.

Even though Massa in his arms stopped fighting knowingly and the quiet atmosphere of the dense forest made his body happy, Andre still felt the blood boiling in his veins.

The fingers with which he pressed Mass' head were extremely sharp, and the scarlet eyes were unwilling to fade no matter what.

"It seems that you are in a bad mood, Andre." The polite shadow sat on the back of the single sofa in the hall, welcoming the return of the owner of the castle, "I thought winning the bet would make you happier."

Dai Zhu shrugged regretfully, snapped his fingers with his right hand, and lit the candlesticks in the castle one by one.He changed from his embarrassment in the military exercise to his usual uniform, the blood on his face was wiped clean, and the burns were almost healed.

His unique pupils looked at Andre gently, and looked at the furious vampire, then lowered his head and smiled: "Haha, it's really rare to see you like this. A vampire sunk in anger, ugly and beautiful. "

"Vampires who are in a bad mood will bite off the blood vessels of humans or compatriots." Andre gently rubbed Misa's head, his eyes quickly flicked across Dai Zhu's neck, and there was an undisguised murderous look between his pupils. meaning.

"It's terrible! My lord prince." Dai Zhu shouted in pretended panic, like a bad drama actor, "But it seems that you are not the only one who is in anger. You hunter, it is very difficult now, after all those People were killed by you without leaving a piece of armor."

"What mood do you think he will be in? Sadness, disappointment, hatred. Each one is very exciting."

Andre looked at Dai Zhu coldly: "You really want to talk today?"

"Don't worry too much, men can usually fool them by talking well." Dai Zhu raised his hand to show weakness, "But you killed all those troops for the good of mankind, you hunter, you don't know what to do. It's because of you Angry? It sounds like a little girl ran away because she made bread and was told it was bad."

"Chi - ding!"

The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, Dai Zhu fell back, his long hair fell between the soft sofa cushion and the gap, there was a burst of damp heat on the bridge of his nose, blood flowed through his eyes and spread to his hair.

"How rude, I forgot how long ago you looked like this." Dai Zhu raised his head slightly, and on the wall obliquely in front of him, a dagger was firmly nailed into the wall, clean and neat, without any extra scratches.

Regarding the life that was almost lost, Dai Zhu showed the indifference that a vampire should have. He raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Andre with appreciation: "Does that human have any magic power? You seem to be alive now..."

"It has nothing to do with him." Andre interrupted Dai Zhu coldly. If the other party didn't shut up, an unwitting tongue would be put on the dagger, "You guys insisted on disturbing my seclusion."

"It's not me, it's Waldron." Dai Zhu put away his teasing attitude, and his gentle eyes showed a hint of helplessness and indifference, "Don't look for the wrong enemy, Andre, I'm just a pawn."

"How far has his plan been accomplished?"

"All."

Andre put down the mass, tugged at the big fluffy tail, and signaled it to play by itself.Juan'er walked away with haughty steps, the only living life in the hall disappeared, leaving only two ancient corpses.

The military drill was a strange thing. The army was pulled out and used as a weapon without any drills and inspections. Even that Bernal would not be so foolish.So this military exercise that made Bernal the overlord was doomed from the beginning.The target of the driving force is not Bernal at all, but someone else.

"You have lived in seclusion for too long, and you don't even have any trace of blood on your body. Vijorel will like the gentleman version of Andre, but Waldron doesn't like cowards who are timid." Dai Zhu raised his eyelids, his eyes Lock Andre like a hook.

These eyes do not belong to the moderate Dai Zhu, but the greetings sent to him from hell by the ferocious dog that Waldron dragged and reared.

"From the very beginning, the target of this farce was you." Dai Zhu closed his eyes and returned to his normal appearance, "Brought the original words, my task is completed. Really, how did you kill that demon? Talking to him would scare me to death."

"I'm just his incompetent son. It's not worthwhile to use military exercises to arouse the appetite of a defeated dog. What purpose does Waldron have?"

Dai Zhu glanced at the cast moonlight, the light blue and light white condensed into a small ball, as unpredictable as flowers in a mirror and moon in water.

"If you can't say it, please leave my lair, Dai Zhu. You will really die if your compatriots bite off your neck and suck your blood dry."

"It's not friendly." Dai Zhu gave a "tsk" sound, and disappeared into a bat with the sound of flapping its wings.

Andre pulled out the dagger from the wall and sat alone on the single sofa all night.

The failure of the military exercise was like a signal that the Bernal family became sinners who could not stand the temptation, and the power of state affairs turned into a ball spinning in the air, and it was not known where it would fall.

All these Andres have no time to take care of, even though the castle is silent and even the meowing of cats is rare, he cannot find peace.Like a fateful curse, the long-forgotten past began to struggle to emerge because of a name.

The lonely castle has become a cage filled with the smell of blood in memory. People are constantly dying, some are escaping, some are crying, and some are in despair.

Waldron's principle of training offspring is simple and brutal: Only death can bring about rebirth.Not all children will be first embraced, and not all children who are first embraced are eligible to live as a blood clan.

Among the "fooled" children, Andre was the only lucky one chosen by Waldron.

Taste the negative emotions of human beings, and appreciate the hearts of people after losing their conscience.What Waldron gave was not only physical torture, but also spiritual oppression.

The vampires are a cursed race, and death is a paradise they cannot reach no matter what.Waldron longs for death, and Andre is his living sacrifice on the road to eternal sleep.The meaning of Andre after his rebirth is just to be a knife inserted into Waldron's chest. Before the knife completes its mission, he cannot be free.

Memories reappeared intermittently in the muddled sleep, and this state lasted until the gate of the castle was pushed open again, and unwitting bats landed on the half-closed coffin, messing up Andre's soft hair : "Get up, Andre."

The intrusion of outsiders disturbed the mass, and the golden curly ears rushed towards the coffin like the setting sun, and landed on the coffin lid with a bang!

Due to the owner's negligence in management, Juan Er, who has a high self-care ability, forages for food every day, eating up all the cat food in the old castle, and is known for gaining weight.

The noise made by the uninvited guests and his pets disrupted Andre's sleep. He opened his eyes and could distinguish the faces of Dai Zhu and Mi Sa in the fading darkness.

"Miss, don't eat weird things."

"Meow!" Misa called out, and obediently let go of Dai Zhu's fingers and slipped into Andre's arms.

"What's a strange thing? I'm not cat food." Dai Zhu wiped the saliva off his fingers, "Now Bernal IV is under house arrest, and the church temporarily suppresses the nobles who are about to move. Posthumously awarded the medal, and now I am considering whether to become the president of Blood Hunter. You have been asleep for half a month, and if you don’t get up again, your human beings will lie in the grave.”

Andre's face was expressionless, even a little dazed when he just woke up.

"He didn't die so easily."

"You are really sure. It is not easy to gain the trust of a vampire." Dai Zhu looked at him carefully, and changed the subject before the other party gave him a dangerous look: "Recently, the vampire will hold an internal meeting, and you are also on the list." middle."

Dai Zhu took out an invitation card and handed it to Andre: "Do you want to go?"

Andre opened the invitation, the content was just some clichés, no useful information.He folded up the letter and placed it in the coffin: "The name Andre has disappeared from the blood clan for a long time. If I go back, those old antiques will be so angry that they vomit blood."

In the corner of the coffin, a thick stack of identical invitations was neatly placed. The first few invitations had been opened, and the envelopes behind were intact.

"They probably don't have that kind of leisure anymore. Now the blood race is in a mess." Dai Zhu took out his invitation card, opened it and showed it to Andre.

There is no change in the content of the invitation, only a line of handwritten words has been added to the signature in the lower left corner.

—Waldron.

Andre's pupils tightened, and his laziness and sleepiness disappeared in an instant: "The application he sent?"

Dai Zhu stood up under the sudden drop in temperature around his body, and his gentle voice turned into a flower blooming in hell, beauty takes life.

"Sad news, our Majesty, Vijorel has passed away."