murder poppy

Waldron's departure took most of the suffocating sweetness away.The air was stagnant and stuck to Andre's skin, and countless cold sweats oozed out after relaxing, and the wanton appetite from relaxing ate away at the nerves.

"Boom-thump-"

"My lord, Lord Waldron said that you want to eat..." The blood servant opened the door, met a pair of blood-red eyes, murderous intent surrounded him, and the hand holding the hemp rope trembled instinctively.

"Who asked you to come?"

"Master Waldron said that you can't eat any good food outside the forbidden area, pie, sent me to get fresh..."

Before the blood servant could say the word "blood", he dropped his prey and ran aside tremblingly.

At the other end of the hemp rope was a plump woman, who did not respond to the dangerous smell of the vampire. Her eyes were dull, and she stared at the master who was about to enjoy her with a joyful and longing gaze.

Blood bag - a group of human beings who were banned by Vijorel but still kept by the blood race.

These people may be for money, or for love, sinking into the venom of the fangs of the blood clan, and are willing to dedicate their lives as food.

Andre pushed the woman away, and drove the fragrance of powder and fair neck out of his mind.

"My lord prince!" The blood servant stopped in front of Andre: "His Majesty's funeral is coming soon, and Elder Gavin has ordered that the blood race is not allowed to travel at night..."

Andre glanced at the unconscious woman and the trembling blood servant, and slammed the door shut, locking himself in the room that still smelled of Waldron.

In the middle of the night, the moon is covered by a heavy fog, such nights are rare in the Forbidden Land.

The blood race hates the sun, but not the moon.The whiteness of the moon can make the candlelight colder and the night warmer.

Due to Gavin's ban, the most lively night was silent.The windows in the house were wide open, and the evening wind gushed in, like waves of redemption.Andre can still smell the blood.Not from around, but filled in every place of the blood race.

Waldron is right, the blood race can never escape the curse, unless they flee from the clan forever and suffer hunger and pain forever.But even so, after returning to the ethnic group, the familiar life will sooner or later assimilate vampires.

Andre leaned on the window lattice, looked at the moonlight shining through the clouds, and flew out as a bat when the patrolling blood servants changed shifts.

The border between the blood race and the human world does not need to be guarded. After Vijorel and Bernal I reached an agreement, the human conjurer and the blood race drew a formation with the dense forest as the boundary.Behind that dense forest is a world that no one can reach.

Andre stopped on the branch, staring closely at the low-ranking vampires walking among the bushes and the big trees.

Each family has its own army, as few as a few people, as many as a thousand people, some live in groups and some travel alone.But no one will guard the border for the glory of the vampire.

These blood races are not high-level, and they wear uniforms. The important thing is that Andre smells human beings.Although suppressed under the scent of the blood clan, he has always been with him like a shadow.The vampires patrolling the forest didn't seem to need rest, nor would they take turns, which gave Andre no chance to attack.

Instead of blood, the smell of humans in the air was a constant reminder to his brain that he was hungry.

On the fifth lap of the patrol, Andre seized the gap and slid into the bushes.His appetite made it difficult for him to maintain the form of a bat, the bushes rattled in disorder, and an aura that did not belong to him came from behind.

The footsteps were extremely light and steady, still tinged with human taste.Andre closed his eyes, jumped up and turned around the moment the person behind him approached, his long legs stuck on the opponent's waist, his sharp claws locked his neck, and he threw himself into the bushes with the fastest and smallest movements.

"Andre?"

The human breath finally overwhelmed the blood race, and the fresh, sweet smell surrounded the tip of Andre's nose.

Familiar taste, voice, and body shape...

Andre suppressed the thought of biting the opponent's neck, and opened his eyes: "Why are you here, Lyons."

The sharp claws were retracted from the neck, and Andre just wanted to stand up but was dragged down by Lions.

The weeds were trampled and rustled, and the patrol passed by brushing the bushes.Andre, who was focused on suppressing his appetite and shocking the identity of the visitor, completely forgot to pay attention to the movement of the outside world.

Lions pressed Andre's hair, and in order to save space, Andre's nose was tightly pressed back to the nest of Lions' neck. For Andre, the hunter's body temperature was too hot.

"Let go." Andre separated the skin with his palms, and the slightly hot temperature spread from the back of his hands all the way to his whole body.

Very hungry and want to eat him.

Lyons felt Andre's restlessness, waited for the patrol to pass by, and immediately let him go: "You're fine..."

Every part of the vampire's body was intact, there were no traces of binding on his wrists, and his robes were also neat, without the slightest embarrassment of being tied to a cross.

In addition to the familiar human smell in the air, Andre was keenly aware of a twisted breath.Like raw bitter cocoa, like lemon slices dusted with kosher salt and honey.

This smell was fleeting, like summer sunshine mixed in winter, and Andre, who was in confusion, couldn't confirm whether it really existed or was an illusion of hunger.

The sound of footsteps came repeatedly, and Andre wanted to come here at night to hunt a rabbit to satisfy his hunger, but unexpectedly picked up an inedible "thing" and went back.

"Go back, I'll take you out." Andre bent down and pointed to the boundary.

"There are more vampires over there than here." Lyons sat where he was, as if the bushes were some familiar sofa.

"What are you doing here? You can't arrest me, Mr. Inspector."

Lyons was at a loss for words for a while, but couldn't find a perfect excuse to explain.

Apparently, he was tricked by that mentally disturbed psychiatrist, and he couldn't tell Andre that I saw you being paraded on a cross by a vampire, and came to rescue you.

Not only does that sound stupid, it's embarrassing.Lions directly cut off the possibility of telling the truth.

In Andre's view, the hunter's silence was the default. Although it was in line with Lyons' usual behavior pattern, it would not work to speak logic in front of the vampires who controlled their appetite.Andre didn't even have any teasing tit-for-tat anymore, his narrowed eyes were full of irritability.

Really like eating him.

Andre turned around and focused on the wandering patrol team: "It's easy for me to leave here without attracting their attention, but you, how can a human being not be discovered by the blood race? Don't tell me You didn't have any countermeasures before you came."

Lyons found that he was really out of luck tonight, and it was rare for him to miss Andri's words several times.He thought for a moment, then silently revealed the silver gun and dagger pinned to his waist.

Usually, the left and right weapons have too much weight on the waist at this time, the magazines are stacked together, and several daggers are also prepared.

Lyons expressed his thoughts with actions—forcibly breaking through.

"..." Andre gritted his fangs. In his opinion, what Lioness did tonight can be classified as vexatious. Those few boxes of magazines were simply provocative, showing that the hunter wanted to capture him. determination.

The patrol passed by the bushes where the two were hiding again, and Andre grabbed Lyons' wrist and quickly flew out close to the ground.Even without the ability to change bloodlines, Lyons' skills are much better than ordinary people.The only problem is the smell.

Andre could smell the smell of human beings sticking to him all the way, and followed him closely.

In a place full of vampires, the scent of humans can only be infected with two emotions, one is fear, and the other is satisfaction.

Both are born and eaten, and fear and pleasure are the final decorations of food.Any emotion beyond that would seem out of place.

Andre led Lyons to avoid the blood race and return to his residence, but the human breath along the way had already attracted the attention of many blood races.

The quiet night became lively, and with good hearing, Andre could hear the sound of chaotic footsteps and laughing conversations.

"Humans have sneaked in."

"Is it some fun toy you brought back?"

"Smells like a beast."

What stimulated Andre's nerves more than these chats was the patriarchal smell that he had finally overcome.

"click-click-"

The sound of lazy and leisurely footsteps slowly approached.Andre unconsciously clenched Lions' wrist, staring at the door and retreating defensively.

This kind of Andre is really strange, Lioness frowned, and he felt the palm of the hand holding him sweating.

"install……"

"Hush!" Andre turned around violently, pressing him into the huge coffin in the corner of the room.

The coffin was lined with soft cloth, and the dust rose up, causing Lyons to cough twice.

"Your smell is too obvious, you can't hide it, play a show with me." Andre put one hand on Lyons' waist and abdomen, and the other between his neck and chin.The cloak fell high, covering most of the two people's bodies.

There was a hand grasping the edge of the coffin, the palm was rough, the veins connected to the finger bones, and it was tightly fastened to the edge of the coffin. In the darkness, the human skin was blurred, but it was hotter than anything else.

"Crack-"

The door of the house was pushed open, there were not too many vampires gathered outside the house, but there were no more vampires standing than he was a terrifying figure.

"When did you have such a good prey, Andre?" Waldron's pupils swept over Andre, who was baring his fangs, and then focused on the exposed hand of the human being covered under the coffin and cloak.

There lay a cheetah.Waldron's gut told him so.

Andre licked his lips, his mouth was constantly secreting saliva, and he almost wanted to pierce his neck to drink fresh blood.

"Being a vegetarian for too long, I'm tired of it." Andre replied indifferently.

"Your attitude has changed too quickly."

"Isn't the blood race supposed to be like this? You taught me this, Waldron." Andre narrowed his eyes and bared his fangs at Waldron like guarding food.

Waldron did not show any dissatisfaction with the "child"'s provocation, on the contrary he was in a happy mood.The blood race has never been a race that follows logic and morality. They are cats playing with mice and wolves herding sheep.

The joy and anger of the blood race will float like clouds, good intentions are rare, and evil deeds are always present.

Waldron looked at Andre with satisfaction and said, "You don't smell of prey or predators. Especially your food, Andre, I smell the blood of my compatriots and countless deaths on him."

"Liars always want to be factually perfect," Waldron said softly.

Andre swallowed the saliva in his mouth, his spirit was extremely tense, not only the vigilance and panic for Waldron, but also the appetite for Lyons, or not only the appetite, but also mixed with some weird possessive.

This is his prey.

It's his Andre's stuff.

He deserved to bite off his neck and take his life.Other than that no one can touch him.

"Snapped!"

The palm clasped on the edge of the coffin was raised, and the mysterious "pet" pulled Andre's shoulders to lift him up.

Andre felt the warm body wind surrounding him from the side, obedient and reliable.

Lyons' lips were pressed against Andre's ears, and his eyes were on the unexpected guest.

"I haven't heard you mention this one, Mr. Andre."

The author says:

Let me tell you, because of the recent papers on the final liver, and the recent strict inspection of the content, the plot has to be re-scheduled, and the update is not guaranteed.

An update is expected on Sunday.I will try my best to express the content.

For specific updates, you can squat on Weibo.After this episode is processed, the normal update frequency will resume!