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Lyons touched the slightly raised wound and said, "Pine needles?"

"Your gun is hot, and I smell gunpowder. It's not wise to compare your sense of smell to a vampire, Lyons," said Andre.

"Okay." Lyons lowered his arms, clearly prepared to be exposed, "I met Waldron."

Andre froze for a moment, then looked at Lyons with a frown.

It doesn't take too keen mind reading skills, Lioness also sensed Andre's anger.

"According to my understanding of you, Lyons, you have long expected that you will meet Waldron." Andre said coldly, "So what are you going to do, hunt and kill a 'precious' vampire? ?”

"Andre, I'm not so overwhelmed." Lyons spread his hands to show comfort, "Waldron has discovered our existence long ago, and it's easy for him to kill me with his ability. But he has been Observing in the dark, I think he's looking for me for something else."

Lynes held up his injured arm. "I got a lot of scrapes and burns on his ears, and we're even."

"I don't think it's a good joke."

"You're angry." Lyons lowered his arms embarrassingly, pursing his lips a little awkwardly, "Can I understand that you care about me?"

Lyons raised his hands, showing weakness before Andre's sharp claws pierced his neck: "It's my fault for hiding it from you, Andre, but I'm sure enough that Waldron won't hurt me. He hides his breath The purpose of waiting for me to be alone is definitely not to kill me. Besides, he is just an ordinary human being, and there are other people who interest him..."

"Andre?" Lioness spoke halfway, and found that Andre had pushed open the door, ignoring his existence.

A moment later, Adrian was pulled out with a bewildered expression, and he and Lyons looked at each other with the shallow wound.

"Uh... what happened?" Adrian asked cautiously when he sensed Andre's low pressure.

Andre pointed to Lyons' arm: "Waldron is injured, and he may have cast a curse too. Please help me take a look."

"What?" Adrian quickly digested the information, and treated the healed wound seriously, "Do you feel blurred or restless? Do you feel sleepy? Will there still be a dull pain after the wound heals?"

"No, I'm very energetic and the pain is gone." Lyons was grabbed by the arm and patiently answered Adrian's question.

"It looks like there are no symptoms on the surface, but there is no warning before the spell erupts." Adrian said seriously.

Lyons: "...how do we check?"

"I can only re-cut the wound and check one by one from the arm to the heart. It may be a little painful." Adrian said and took out a gem-studded dagger.

Adrian looked at Andre with a questioning expression, and Andre looked serious, nodded after a moment of hesitation and said, "Be careful."

"..." Lyons exhaled, and made up his mind amidst the tingling pain from his arm: he must not mess with vampires in the future.

The examination results showed that Lions was extremely healthy. Adrian bandaged Liones's wound and sighed, "Fortunately, Waldron didn't do anything, otherwise you, a human being, would not be able to resist at all."

Lioness looked at his arm tightly wrapped in white bandages, and twitched the corners of his mouth to respond perfunctorily to Adrian.

When Adrian returned to the house, Lions looked at Andre, who was looking up with his arms folded, and spoke first: "It's my fault, next time I will definitely discuss it with you first."

"You misunderstood, Lyons, I never meddle in my own business." Andre refused.

"Back to Waldron." Lyons changed the subject stiffly.

It turns out Mr. Inspector has zero experience with coaxing an angry vampire.

"Waldron asked me something," Lyons said, "about us."

"us?"

"You, and me. He's curious about our relationship." Lyons omitted Waldron's questions about the more intimate behavior, "In other words, he's not seeking power, but . . . affection? "

Andre sneered, and looked at Lyons sarcastically, but the real target of his eyes was Waldron.

"This joke is better than the one just now, Mr. Inspector. Waldron will never lack affection, because he doesn't need it. The purer the blood, the closer to the devil. In the hundreds of years I spent with Waldron I’ve never felt any extra emotion from him during the year.” Andre sneered, “It’s either useful goods or interesting prey. His world never has the same kind, only good toys and not fun toys points."

"And you lived hundreds of years with a madman like that," Lyons said.

"Just realizing now that I'm a total lunatic?"

"I don't think so, Andre." Lyons replied seriously, he hesitated to speak, and finally started the topic with Waldron. "He's looking for something that will satisfy him. After experiencing supreme power, power, and even death, what's left?"

Lyons: "There are precious pearls hidden in the discarded clam. Waldron is a not very bright seaman."

"It's hard to imagine that Waldron would be interested in other people." Andre said, "What kind of relationship is he longing for? Family affection? Friendship? Either one is extravagant for a blood race."

"Andre." Lioness looked at Andre and said, "What Waldron envies is you and me. In other words, he is longing for love."

Andre's pupils tightened, and then fell silent.The drooping eyelashes indicated that he was in deep thought.

The result of the thinking was obviously a bit bad, the fangs rubbed in the mouth and made a "clack" sound, Andre narrowed his eyes, and said in a tight voice: "Vicjorel..."

Solving puzzles always depends on luck.Once you get the right new passage after you get into a dead end, everything will suddenly become clear.

Lyons' information is absurd, but after filling in the puzzle, everything makes sense.

"Vijorel?" Lyons obviously didn't expect this answer.

"Kindreds look to Waldron as either vulgar killers or cowardly cowards. After that, there are toys he can play with for days. Except for Vijorel." Andre said.

In the most prosperous era of the blood race, Waldron was not completely unrelated to the race.On the contrary, he enjoys a high prestige among the blood clan.The nobles all hoped that Waldron could act as a mentor to their offspring.

After Andre left the "cage", he did not usher in the battlefield. Instead, he sat with other strange vampires, watching Waldron wear gold-rimmed glasses, and teach them mind-reading and hunting skills one by one.

Of all the students, Waldron liked and hated Vijorel the most.

Vijorel's family is prominent, an ancient aristocrat, and his ancestors had some old friendship with Waldron, so he entrusted Waldron to be Vijorel's teacher.

"Vecjorel is an existence that Waldron can't bear. In just 50 years, he was jealous and disdainful, hated and tolerated a child." Andrea said slowly, "Because Veciorel never shouldered The curse of the blood clan is a born king."

The blood race spends its whole life filling its own desires, restraining or pampering them, and they cannot escape the shackles bestowed by Satan.

But Vijorel is an exception.

"He can endure the temptation of blood, stop killing, and curb greed. Using you human beings as a metaphor, he is more like a priest." Andre sneered, "He and Waldron are two extremes, a living In the sunny area, a person who is addicted to the night cannot extricate himself. For Waldron, Vijorel is indeed the most special existence."

"It sounds silly for him to think of this vacancy as love," Lyons said.

Andre shook his head with a solemn expression: "Mr. Inspector, what do you think we are? We are not kind ladies, nor kind priests. When something is out of control, we will only grab the prey with our sharp claws. Teeth suck flesh. A vampire's love is more terrifying than hatred."

Lyons looked into Andre's eyes, the dark golden pupils were filled with dark light, he was mocking and panicking.

Panicking what Waldron might do to Vijorel, ridiculing the curse that the vampires will never escape.

"Go to Vijorel immediately." Andre turned and went back to the house, then stopped hesitantly in front of the door.

In the room, Gavin's body had been burned to ashes by the spell, and Adrian was lazily nestling on the single sofa with a book in his hand.

Andre looked back at Lioness, his brows and eyes were always tight but not stretched.

"This news comes from my 'adventure'." Reigns reminded.

"Thank you for your contribution." Andre replied perfunctorily, "So the next thing should be left to the blood race."

"What's that idiom of Dai Zhu's? Remove the mill and kill the donkey."

"Lines."

"I'm not obliged to obey your orders, Mr. Advisor." Lyons' joking tone disappeared, and the hunter's aura returned to him, "Our contract is an equal contract, and I still have two wishes. You didn't stop me conduct qualifications."

After the relationship, Lioness was like a lion with sharp claws. It wasn't until now that his thick front paws and sharp claws reappeared, and Andre realized that this human being didn't need his protection to some extent.

"You don't want to bring Adrian is your right." Lyons glanced at Adrian who was concentrating on studying spells in the room, and then said, "But I'm not him. I think you misunderstood a little, my advisor, I've never been a submissive style emotionally."

Andre turned his back to Lions, the slight air-conditioning came from the house and clashed with the scalding body temperature on his back.

Andre tilted his head slightly, his golden pupils turned towards Lyons, and he raised the corner of his mouth: "What a coincidence, Mr. Detective, my style is not resigned."