murder poppy

The faint sound of heartbeat and the sound of heavy rain came from all directions.The thunder that stayed in the clouds was eager to try, and it roared into the ears.

The fresh air brought by the rain penetrated into the nasal cavity and skin in a more violent way, and the smell of blood mixed with it made the mind dizzy.

The blood flowing from Bernal's wrist took up too much sense of smell.Sweet and fishy, ​​delicious and corrupt.

Lyons panted violently, and the tip of his tongue licked every tooth in his mouth. His canine teeth became long and sharp, leaving tiny scars when he touched his sensitive tongue.

Blood beads ooze from the surface of the tongue, moistening the dry throat, and the nerves are instantly relaxed.Lyons tightened his pupils, moved his body to the left, and the blood left by Bernal's wrist dripped on his cheek.

Cold and sticky.

It is the state of blood that the vampire least likes.

Freshness is the basic condition for delicious food, and the blood gushing from the arteries is addictive.And the blood that dried up after the sides of the cheeks smudged obviously had nothing to do with freshness.

"I know what you are." Lioness licked the wound in his mouth with some nostalgia to heal, and all the wounds caused by vampires healed quickly.The lost physical strength was replenished, and although the blood vessels and muscles were stiff, they were full of strength.

"It seems that you don't like my meeting ceremony very much." Bernal hangs his arms high, the blood is no longer oozing, but the wound on his arm has not healed, "Hunger is the only information that newborn blood can perceive. Even if it is not me , you will also pierce your fangs into other blood vessels."

Lyons narrowed his eyes, the frequency of his breathing, the subtle movements of his muscles, and the changes in his eyes were all easily captured.The stalemate muscles became relaxed, and the body after adapting to the bloodline was like an arrow that could leave the string at any time.

The moment Bernal intended to put down the dagger and retreat, Lyons kicked his heels on the ground and rushed out.

Bernal blocked with a dagger, turned sideways, and protected his heart.

However, Lynes' goal was not Bernal from the beginning.

"Bah-"

The sound of scalding flesh was heard, and the tip of the dagger kept cutting through the palm, getting stuck in the middle of the wound that was about to heal, and blood flowed out along the blade.

Reigns used his palm to pull the dagger out of Bernal's hand, and then turned his wrist, leaving a long scratch on Bernal's intricate dress robe.

"As far as I know, there is no vampire who loves the blood of the dead." Lyons stared at Bernal, licking off the blood stained on his palm bit by bit, his throat vibrated from tasting the blood, and his desire to eat was like a giant awakened. The python continuously bared its fangs and neighed.

The slashed gown spread out because of its thickness, revealing the inner skin.From the shoulders and neck all the way to the chest.

The bare skin was pale and weak, and blue-gray bloodshots spread on every piece of skin like twisted roots and branches of an old tree.The tip of the knife did not touch the skin, but every step Bernal took, Lyons could hear the sound of soft flesh shaking.

"Between Bernal IV's collarbone, shoulder and neck, there is a mark of the puppet witchcraft." Lyons licked his lips, looked down at the healed palm, and moved his eyes a little irritably.

The blood belonging to the blood clan in the body is boiling, like a flood that invades the village.Like an omen, Lyons' mind was dizzy and confused, and countless forgotten pictures and memories burst forth.

Bernal was not surprised by Lyons' state, he turned his eyes stiffly, looking at his pale shoulders without scars.

"You're a little smarter than I thought." Bernal smiled, "It's a good thing to be smart, Lyons."

Lyons clenched the dagger tightly, and the silver mantra dotted on the hilt kept burning his palm. The pain was like a life-saving antidote under the anesthetic, maintaining his sanity.

The figure of Bernal in front of him became blurred, and the thunderstorm night seemed like a dream.The surroundings turned into a corridor with beautiful wallpapers. Two huge oil paintings hung on the walls, one of which was damaged, and the ashes of the burned canvases scattered on the carpet, leaving gray and black marks.

The bronze medal under the oil painting was severely scratched by a sharp weapon, and the handwriting was blurred.

Lyons smelled the thick blood in the corridor.The instinct of belonging to the blood family told him that this was the blood of the same kind, and the other smell contained threats.

Intimacy, love, and gentle emotions lingered in the corridors, but the blood kept trembling.

"Lines..."

"Lines."

A gentle female voice came from a distance, echoing in the corridors.There was a little warm air in the cold air, with a little lisianthus flower breath.

Lyons suddenly constricted his pupils, the fresh breath drifted away, and the murmur turned into the crackling sound of flames sweeping through the wood.

In the raging fire, the bronze medal under the oil painting was scorched hot, and the scratches gradually disappeared, revealing the scratched writing on the bottom.

"Gavin..." Lyons gritted his teeth and opened his eyes suddenly, "Gavin Meredith."

Anger made his pupils turn blood red, his canine teeth elongated, and he pressed his lips down, revealing his nakedness like a beast.

"I'm glad you remembered my name." Bernal frowned, his young and gray face dissipated, revealing the hidden face, "Lynes Meredith."

It was a strange yet familiar face.

It once occupied everything in Lyons' memory, and disappeared without a sound.

Meredith and Lyons are three points similar, they have the same nasal bone and the corner of the eye.Meredith maintains the appearance of her youth, and once the memory comes back, the same face is lingering in the picture.It was a very bewildering, pretty face.

When Lyons was young, he asked his father where his mother was going, and he got the answer that all children would get, romantic and gentle, with a little nostalgia.When he was 12 years old, Meredith took him to see a "gorgeous" fire in a dream.

His father, his enemy.Familiar with all the advantages of blood race, proficient in speech and disguise.The most bookish gentleman in Wiesenor when needed, and the worst and most brutal devil in the jungle when he is indulged.

"Meredith?" Reigns didn't even have a sneer at this surname that had disappeared for too long.

In fact, before that, he did not get a surname.The father's name was sealed from the beginning, and as human beings, half-bloods were not eligible for the surname of the blood race.

"Your flesh and blood are screaming, Gavin." Reins narrowed his eyes and challenged disdainfully.

"I'm just waiting for rebirth." Gavin shrugged, and said with some regret, "I know that blood will make you even less cute, my child, but sobriety is necessary."

"I'm not your child." Lyons said coldly, "Gavin Meredith, the dead should stay in hell."

"But I have the ability to crawl from hell to earth," Gavin said. "Hunting makes you rude, Lyons, and it's not a good habit to name your father."

"It's not virtuous to murder a wife," Lyons shot back.

"Oh." Gavin opened his eyes sadly. "Your mother was a wonderful woman, gentle and hardworking. I feel very sorry for her death. But it's all for you, Lyons, your birth was a miracle. I won't allow you to wallow in the casks of bad wine that the common man knows. Being a businessman who knows nothing, a politician or whatever, is uglier than what you are now."

Lyons closed his eyes, resisting the urge to pull out the silver gun and pull the trigger, suppressing his anger and asking, "Where's Andre?"

"Have you ever hunted a newly transformed vampire, Lyons?" Gavin asked, taking a needle from the pendant at his waist, and carefully fastening the torn clothes.

"We don't need to chat, Gavin. Tell me, where is Andre?"

"The first emotion a newborn vampire feels is hunger." Gavin didn't care about the blade pointed at him, and said to himself, "Fear, despair, or joy all come into conflict because of death. After abandoning their original identities, the moment these children open their eyes, hunger will accompany them."

"Appetite is an emotion that all blood races cannot escape. The more greedy you are, the more afraid you will be of food shortages. Constant hunting and abundance make us no longer panic." Gavin adjusted his dress, raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth towards Lyons, " What do you think a vampire who has been hungry for hundreds of years would look like?"

"It's not just appetite, Lyons," Gavin said. "You'll become more aware of your desires. What you want, what you want to get, what you want to possess. Everything is your prey. You know what I'm talking about, blood is a curse that no one can escape."

"except me."

Lyons narrowed his eyes and sneered, "You?"

Gavin nodded.

"You are just a corpse that should have been turned into ashes long ago." Reins narrowed his eyes, "Do you need me to let you rest in peace? Father."

"It's really indecent to hear this title in such a sentence." Gavin shrugged, "We are the same, Lyons. You have experienced my achievements for hundreds of years, and you know that is the real life. No need Bearing the curse, you don't need to fear the sun, you don't need to drink blood. Become a truly immortal god."

"God does not murder innocent humans."

"Just a little sacrifice," Gavin said. "Where there's a war there's always a sacrifice. It's a war, Lyons. It started. With the devil, with God, with myself. I'm almost there, Lyons."

"The undead will not become gods, especially an evil ghost like you." Lyons glanced around, but there was nothing but the sound of rain and thunder.

But he smelled it.Weak, belonging to Andrea's taste.

He looked at the cathedral with the closed door behind Gavin, and then licked his lips that had no taste of blood: "It seems that the Bible can't save evil spirits."

Gavin frowned: "Are you talking about God with the blood race?"

"Gavin Meredith." Lyons raised the corners of his lips, and his blood-red eyes fixed on Gavin like a prey, "An unknown elder of the blood race, and the Pope of the church. Is there any skin that I missed? Is it my father?"

The author says:

Gavin's vest has been dropped!Let me see if there is any great cleverness who guessed all of them.