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Vijorel's library is far away from the usual activity area of ​​the blood race, and it is an unknown secret area.The long-abandoned stone bricks are covered with moss, and vines climb leisurely from the bottom until they occupy the top of the tower.

Damp and cold is the main tone of the abandoned building. The gate of the old castle is not locked, and the oil lamps have been burned out.

The moonlight gathered into a thin line from the crack of the door, opening the dusty lock like a key.

Dust was kicked up by the incoming air, and the only sound was the slight ups and downs and the "creaking" of the door panels.

"Click."

The mechanism sounded lightly, and the arrow behind the gate shot out the arrow feathers. Reins blocked it with a dagger, and the sharp wind kept blowing past his ears, and there was another breath hidden in it.

Fresh, smelling like blood.

The body relies on the hunter's instinct to dodge, and the left hand draws the silver gun from the waist and lays it in front of the body.

The sharp nails grazed the gunshots and made a piercing sound, and the cold light from the scratched metal became a new light source.

The attacker's claws pierced the body of the gun, and the palm of the hand held the pistol down, preventing the silver gun from firing.

The arrow's attack only lasted one round, and Lioness' right hand dagger stabbed back, only cutting off a strand of reddish-brown hair.

The attackers acted swiftly and reacted extremely fast, and each attack focused on the fatal part.The nails scratched the back of Liones's hand, leaving a small gash.

A chuckle sounded in the air: "Human? He's still a hunter. What good did Waldron do to let the hunter enter the forbidden area? I won't let it go."

Lyons frowned and looked at the back of his hand, the blood that continued to flow from the wound slowly floated up, and the unreasonable pain radiated from his wrist.

"Stop, Adrian." Andre stood behind the assailant, his claws close to the neck hidden under the hood.

The fluttering blood dripped to the ground, without any external obstruction, the small wound stopped bleeding quickly.

"You're breathing." Andre moved his palm away, took a step back, and frowned at the attacker.The heaving of his chest and the sweat on his forehead revealed his weakness.

The blood race does not need to breathe, and the body with a perennial low temperature will not sweat due to strenuous exercise.

"His left leg is injured, and the strength of his wrist is not right." Lyons retracted the dagger as he spoke, checking whether the ballistic of the silver gun was intact.

Adrian's gaze swept across his left leg and wrist, and finally landed on Lyons: "Who are you?"

"You have poor eyesight, thank you for being willing to come to you, Adrian." Dai Zhu threw out a bag of blood, and took out the crumpled letter paper, "After all, few people can understand your letter."

"Shut up if you have no culture. Vijorel, Cole, and Andre can all understand my words." Adrian took off his hood, and unceremoniously pierced the outer skin with his fangs to draw blood.

Dai Zhu lowered his head and carefully looked at the letter paper, then looked at Andre behind Adrian, and couldn't help but feel pity for Adrian's enigmatic trust.

The blood bag was quickly emptied, and Adrian licked the blood from the corner of his lips eagerly, and looked at Lioness: "Oh, I see, you are Andre's little..."

"Clatter clatter!" The sound of the paper being rubbed was extremely crisp in the empty room. Dai Zhu stuffed the letter paper to Adrian and asked, "Where's Cole?"

Adrian took the letter, slapped his hands on his shoulders and stared at Dai Zhu: "We haven't seen each other for almost 1000 years, do we know each other well? What kind of eyes do you have?"

Under Dai Zhu's efforts to signal, Adrian's sense of smell, which had become sluggish due to hunger, finally came to life, and he smelled the hunter's strong smell, another vampire.

Rumors have become facts, so it is no longer a topic that can be ridiculed at will.Adrian quickly moved his eyes away, peeked at Andre, and then closed his mouth abnormally.

For the "illness" of his old friend, Andre gave full tolerance, "What happened to Vijorel, and Cole?"

"Too weak and was beaten half to death, nothing serious." Adrian pulled out an old brass key from under the dusty carpet, tried his heels on the floor, and squatted down in front of a floor that made an empty sound.

There is a redundant mechanism hidden between the floor and the gap between the floors. After the key is inserted, the floor slowly retreats, revealing a downward staircase.

"Vecjorel is missing or dead, I don't know." Adrian said frivolously, but his face was not at all relaxed, "Cole is down there, it's useless if you see him."

Andre glanced at him and walked down the stairs.Lions and Dai Zhu followed closely behind, and when everyone entered, Adrian stretched out half of his body to pull out the key and returned to the stairs.

Since it was only used for collecting books, the ventilation and lighting of the castle were not considered too much. The air in the secret passage was turbid, and the smell of rotting wood and dust penetrated into the nostrils along with the skin.

The stairs are not long, and there is a simple reading room at the bottom. The ink bottle on the table has dried up, and a few letter papers and an old quill are scattered beside it.The nib was stained with wet ink, where Adrian's letter had apparently come from.

There is no place to rest in the reading room. On the floor near the corner of the table is a set of high-quality thin long gown. The dust along the edge of the long gown is swept away randomly and piled up in a line.

The man lying on the gown had his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed, and a dark purple mantra was engraved from his neck to his chin, wrapped around his neck like a chain.

"Curse?" Dai Zhu turned his head and stared at Adrian, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes, "It's only been 1000 years, and your relationship has deteriorated like this?"

"I didn't do it!" Adrian picked up the ink bottle at hand and threw it at Dai Zhu, "Waldron cast a curse."

"Can't you solve it?" Andre asked.

Adrian looked at Cole and shook his head: "It can't be solved."

In the corner of the table case was a mess of spell books, which had only been flipped through for a while.Adrian is best at casting and unraveling spells. Although he can't write, he is very talented in drawing spells and spells.

Andre: "Do you know what Waldron is going to do?"

Adrian nodded: "He will be the king of the blood clan."

"Waldron's ability is stronger than all blood races. No one realizes his arrival, and no one realizes what he is going to do. I rushed to Vijorel's bedroom after receiving Cole's bat, guard Without realizing it, all defensive formations were paralyzed. That curse," Adrian glanced at Cole's neck, "was aimed at Vijorel."

"Cole's body is not as simple as a curse. When I felt that he was stabbed in the stomach, the whole room smelled of blood, and Vijorel was also injured. Waldron's coercion made me even Attacks are slow."

The gap in bloodlines is difficult to bridge. Facing an enemy whose abilities and genes are absolutely crushed, anyone will tremble with fear.

Adrian is a lunatic who loves hot blood spraying from his neck. Opponents excite him, and fighting gives him joy.

Facing Waldron, such a vampire can only rely on instinct to defend in front of Vijorel, and loses the possibility of attacking.If Cole hadn't endured the curse for him at the last moment, there would only be two corpses lying here at this moment.

"Controlling the mind through the amplification of desire is like falling into a nightmare that cannot be woken up. Once you relax, you will completely sink into the nightmare and never wake up again. This is what Waldron wants to do to Vijorel thing," Cole said.

"'The weak are not worthy of the throne, nor can they protect the Clan.', his words."

"Interested in the throne? It's not like him." Andre said.

"Waldron's target is obviously not my life or Cole's life. After escaping, I will take shelter here until the ring reappears before I find a chance to contact you. Vijoler took the opportunity to let the bat take the ring to find Cala. Elder Wen, once the ring falls into Waldron's hands, he will succeed."

Dai Zhu said: "That is to say, the news of Vijorel's death is Gavin's word from the beginning to the end. If he wants to protect the ring, why hold a funeral and re-elect the Blood Emperor?"

"Since Vijorel entrusted the ring to Gavin, it means he can be trusted." Andre said, "The only one who can't be trusted is Waldron. The ring is not safe with Gavin, you should get it back as soon as possible and leave first. here."

Andre's house was extremely lonely all year round, and it became a family of five overnight, which seemed extremely lively.

Adrian can hide his breath, but Cole, who is in a coma, cannot. Waldron can easily find this place.

Adrian held a stack of heavy spell books and said, "Send him a bloody man. The spell can't be undone. Cole can only be a burden here. Once Waldron finds out, he will only die."

"It's really indifferent to describe the savior as a 'cumbersome'."

Adrian gave Dai Zhu a "really hypocritical" look: "Tell the truth."

Andre pondered for a moment, then looked at Lions.

The latter raised his head if he felt something, "Dai Zhu will send Cole back, and I will stay."

Without waiting for Andre to answer, Lyons stood up: "I think we need to talk, my advisor."

The door closed with a "click", blocking the voices of Adrian and Dai Zhu.

"Waldron is a matter of the blood race, and has nothing to do with humans. Instead of staring here, it is better to be with the royal family to prevent Waldron from attacking humans. Have you solved the mess left by Bernal IV, Tan long?"

"I'm not here because of humans, nor to remind the royal family to go back." Lyons frowned, meeting Andre's slightly impatient eyes.

"I have talked to Dai Zhu twice, and I can distinguish the difference between desire and emotion. The first time I knew clearly that it was the breath of the blood race that aroused my possessive desire. The second time I also knew clearly that those behaviors Not driven by desire." Lyons turned his back to the moonlight, and in the dry and barren forbidden land, the fresh breath of human beings mixed with the blood race and the moonlight sprinkled together.

Andre looked at Lions. The hunter's eyes were still as deep as a pool of water, but with a temperature higher than human body temperature. Andre narrowed his eyes and looked at Lions: "What do you want to express, Lions?"

The vampire showed his usual elegant and mocking smile, like a dark cloud floating in the sky.

Lions confirmed his judgment even more while exporting.

Hunters are trained to be decisive from birth, and hunters who hunt wild beasts are taught that they can never have feelings for cubs, so they must cut off emotions before they appear.

Lyons closed his eyes and opened them again. The golden pupils of the vampire were coated with a layer of cool white by the moonlight. He had seen these eyes in a state of hesitation, depression, and relaxation.

Whether it was the dangerous blood red or the dazzling dark gold, Lioness would never regard these eyes as prey.That's something more important.

"I'm not here because of whether the blood race is a threat to human beings, but because of you, Andre." Lyons said.

The author says:

So in the last chapter, Lions was confessing his love to Dai Zhu

Dai Zhu - Miserable