murder poppy

Cole was eventually handed over to Dai Zhu.Apart from Andre's selfishness, Dai Zhu is indeed the best candidate for this matter.

"Hey, it's my credit that you can get together. There is an old saying in the East called Xiemo kill the donkey, and it refers to you." Dai Zhu protested, looking at Cole who was lying quietly on the ground.

"So you mean you're a donkey?" Adrian immersed himself in the study of the spell book, not intending to seriously respond to Dai Zhu's dissatisfaction, "I haven't seen that thing before, is it similar to a dog?"

"It's a hybrid of two creatures... This is just a metaphor, uneducated idiot." Dai Zhu dragged Cole twice. The strength of a vampire is stronger than that of ordinary people. Even Dai Zhu is stronger than himself to move People are not a problem.

"For Waldron, mind-reading tricks are useless at all. Claws and teeth are more effective." Adrian looked Dai Zhu up and down, obviously disgusted with Dai Zhu's thin image.

Andre said: "Adrian doesn't know where I live in the jungle, and Lyons is not familiar with the situation of the blood race. Or I take Cole and humans out, you and Adrian..."

"Stop. Leave the future of the blood race to an illiterate person. Without Waldron, this race is finished." Dai Zhu patted Cole on the shoulder, "I'll leave later."

Adrian closed the spell book and watched tonight's patrol by the window.

The mourning for the Blood Emperor will last for three days, after which the dead become the past and a new cycle begins.In other words, after tomorrow, the parliament will continue to hold meetings to discuss the candidate for the new king.

"Gavin holds the ring, and he will be in Vijorel's bedroom for these three days. The head of the family will mourn in turn. This is a good opportunity to see Gavin," Adrian said.

Andre looked through the list and said, "I'm the second to last one, that is, I can see Gavin tomorrow."

"The last person to mourn," Lines ordered, "was Waldron."

"It is a reasonable arrangement for the 'dangerous people' who are not in the ethnic group all the year round to be put behind." Andre said, "That is to say, only Lyons and I can go to see Gavin tomorrow."

Adrian twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling irritated and dissatisfied with this cautious decision.

"Any objections, Adrian?" Andre asked.

Dai Zhu said: "Don't talk to him, because if you can't beat Waldron, you will be angry as a mouse with your tail between your legs."

"Waldron can't beat you, I'm more than enough to beat you!" Adrian took a mouthful of Daizhu, shook his head and said to Andre, "I have no objection not to see Gavin, and it's not too bad for a human to mourn the Blood Emperor." Possibly, so tomorrow only you can go alone."

"I'll be waiting for you outside the door." Lyons said, "If Waldron is outside the door, I will be responsible for reminding you. With the hearing of the vampire, it is not difficult to hear the conversation inside the house from outside the door."

After such a decision, Dai Zhu took Cole away from the blood clan in the evening.Adrian stood by the window until he couldn't see any figures with his eyesight, and then reluctantly shifted his gaze to the spell book he was studying recently.

"What book?"

Adrian raised his head and saw Andre at the top of the stairs.

"I don't know, I can't count them. Fortunately, casting a spell doesn't require a long speech, otherwise I would have read all the books I owed for hundreds of years." Adrian replied, "I have never seen the spell on Cole before. It's too old."

"The most effective way to break the curse is to kill the person who cast the curse, or to withdraw the curse." Andre said.

"I know that. But Andre, do you think we can kill Waldron?" Adrian closed the book, "He taught Vijorel and Dai Zhu the mind reading skills. I'm cursing He is also the first teacher in art. You and I know best what kind of existence Waldron is, and it is impossible not to get what he wants."

Andre was silent for a moment, then asked, "How did you feel when you saw him?"

"Feel?"

"A dead person is still a living person." Andre said, "The only thing I can't figure out is why Waldron chose to live and what kind of state he lived in. I can guarantee that his life at that time was coming to an end."

"We all think so," Adrian said.

Andre killed Waldron in the most conservative and absolute way possible.Not even a blood clan of noble blood could survive being burned to the ground.

"I don't think Waldron will give up death for the sake of the throne. That is the destination he has pursued for thousands of years. Every vampire is looking for a way to lift the 'curse'. It doesn't matter if it falls or escapes. There is something Let him give up and get rid of it, and come back to life again. The throne of the blood clan is not worthy of him."

"Such abstruse things are not suitable for me to think about. Waldron is a pure lunatic to me, and he spends a good time trying to find his own death. Is this not a disease?" Adrian shrugged and said.

"Fortunately, you are different from him. A lunatic is enough to bear, and another blood race can be destroyed directly." Adrian left the round window and looked at Andre, "Are you different from him? Andre. "

As a blood race, Andre clearly smelled the smell emanating from Adrian.

Demonstration, intimidation, defense.

"The group of antiquities condemned you to become the second Waldron and kicked you out of the group. I always thought this was nonsense. But Andre, in some respects, you are as stubborn as Waldron. Derren. A guy who is too stubborn will always go the wrong way," Adrian said.

"The big truth that Cole taught you?"

"Bah, as long as someone reads to your ear every day, you can remember a few words." Adrian took a deep breath.

"I haven't been asked this question in the past hundreds of years, why ask it today?"

Adrian leaned against the wall, tilted his head and looked sideways at Andre, his reddish-brown curly hair covered half of his eyes, "Didn't you notice, Andre, you have become different from before. You used to be... like a Undercooked potatoes, especially after Waldron's death. No purpose, no breath of life. Now, maybe because of that human being, you're not the same."

"When the blood race has a goal, it will turn into a hunting devil. Waldron is a typical example of losing control." Adrian said.

Andre raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I will be like him?"

"You won't be willing to be like him. But the premise is that everything is under your control. What would you do if that hunter died because of the vampire?" Adrian stared at Andre, and the two vampires used blood-red Eye pupils stared at each other silently.

"We vampires only use violence to take things we love. Similarly, we only use violence to remember something."

"Are you talking about me, or yourself?" Andre's eyes fell, focusing on Adrian's hand holding the book.The leather cover was scratched a few times, and debris got stuck under the nails.

"All of them," Adrian said.

"Recklessness won't solve anything, Adrian," Andre said, "but so far, you've held up well. From what I understand of you, you're going to fight Waldron, and you won't lose your life. The kind that gives up."

Adrian curled his lips: "To be honest, I almost went there. If it wasn't for Vijorel asking me to take Cole away."

"As expected." Andre replied.

Until tonight's moon was covered by dark clouds, and there was no vision at the border of the blood clan in the distance.

The next day Andre went to find Gavin with Lyons.

The mourning atmosphere made the whole bedroom heavy and solemn, and the vampires who came and went looked at Lyons one after another, showing curious expressions at this misfit human being.

Andre handed the invitation letter to the blood clan in charge of reception, and said, "My blood slave, wait for me outside the hall."

The blood clan hesitated for two seconds with the invitation, and had no choice but to agree.

Andre and Lines beckon, and leave a bat and walk inward.

Gavin has been wearing black and red mourning clothes since the day he came out, his old and pale face made him look more like a dead man about to step into the cemetery.There is only one ring enshrined in the hall, other than that, there are no items related to Vijorel.

"Elder Gavin." Andre bowed to Gavin. He stood obliquely to the counter where the ring was enshrined.

The "rude" to Andre Gavin stood up as if he didn't see it, and replied: "Your Excellency Andre. It seems that you have something else to talk to me about."

"How much evidence do you have of Vijorel's death?"

Gavin looked at the blood-stained ring: "It's all here."

"Where did you get the ring?"

"Entrusted by others."

"Who?"

Gavin paused for a moment and raised his head, "As long as the Blood Emperor survives, there is only one person who is qualified to hand over the ring. Your Excellency Andre, you seem to know something."

"I found Adrian." Andre didn't tell the truth, but observed Gavin's expression while talking.

"The timing of your appearance with Lord Waldron is too coincidental." Gavin blocked the ring, "I at least need to judge your purpose."

"You should also be aware of the relationship between me and Waldron. The ring cannot fall into Waldron's hands. Vijorel's whereabouts are unknown. It is judged that the blood emperor died and gave up the ring. The elder seems to have ulterior motives."

Gavin frowned, the creases of his skin covered the cloudy pupils of his old age, and he sighed: "You came later than Waldron, Andre."

"The ring was entrusted to me by the blood emperor. I don't know the ins and outs, but the blood emperor sent the bat to send the ring and then disappeared. Waldron found me and asked me to hand over the ring. The funeral and meeting votes were just tricks to delay him ’ said Gavin.

"Are you ignorant of Vijorel's whereabouts?"

"The blood belonging to Vijorel is still in the ring." Gavin picked up the ring, and his withered fingers skimmed the blood on the inner circle. "It's very faint, but at least it's still alive."

"If you don't have a ring here..." Andre looked at the ring in Gavin's hand and made a hypothesis.

"Then I'm a treasure chest of lost value." Gavin added, "You don't trust me, Andre. On the contrary, neither do I. But without this ring, Waldron wouldn't even want to participate in Parliament .I'll negotiate with Parliament to hold Waldron off, and how far you can go is not my concern."

"Cough." Reigns deliberately reminded him from outside the door.

Gavin frowned, put the ring back where it was, lowered his head and stopped looking at Andre: "It's time to go back, Prince Andre."

"crunch-"

The door of the bedroom opened, and Andre met Waldron outside the door.

Waldron's peripheral vision lingered on the hunter who seemed to be keeping his own place. He sniffed the air with enjoyment, and said to Andre, "Did you find anything interesting about this human being, Andre? ?”

Andre brushed against Waldron's shoulder, blocking his glance at Lyons: "What do you mean?"

"I don't know." Waldron raised the corners of his lips and looked at Gavin who was kneeling in the room and the enshrined ring, "But it looks very interesting."