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Lions didn't respond to Andre's provocation.The dagger was truncated from the middle, and Lyons, who had lost his target, threw himself halfway forward, his pupils turned dark red, and sharp claws suddenly protruded from the gap above Andre's shoulder blades.

The long blond hair became the first "victim", and Andre didn't care about the torn hair. Behind him was Samus, who was also the "order" that Lions received.After knocking out half of the dagger, Andre mercilessly kicked Lyons in the chest, wrapped Samus with his left hand and rolled to the side.

"Stop." Gavin gave the order lightly.

Reigns, who was in the air, immediately stopped, then stood up, and returned to Gavin's side.

"Nice to see you here, Andre." Gavin welcomed politely, without showing any discomfort.His attention had shifted from Samus to Andre.

"The vampires usually strangle uninvited 'guests'." Andre narrowed his eyes, not the slightest bit interested in Gavin's politeness.

As Andre said, he was in a very unhappy mood.

His blood-red pupils flicked lightly over the carpet cut by the dagger and the scratched ground, and there were many things that had been turned over on the ground.A smile that was anything but kind.

Not just the territory, but also his prey.Mass has been frightened silly because of a series of changes, from hissing to a suppressed growl, to the current silence.Andre can still imagine the dark golden curly ears curled up behind the door, baring his teeth, his pupils erect.

Besides, Andre looked at Lyons, the gloom on his face almost overflowing.

This is the precious prey he marked just now, and he still wears a male ring with his name engraved on his finger.

What Gavin did precisely stepped on Andre's anger.The fury from the master of the castle filled the hall.But the instigator admired it quite a lot, and looked at Andre with a gleam in his eyes.

That's the look of a hungry wolf seeing delicious food.

Andre looked at Gavin thoughtfully, then raised the corners of his mouth knowingly: "Have you suffered a lot from Vijorel?"

Not long ago, all the blood races received a "gift" from the blood emperor. The blood and desire stored in the ring returned, nourishing all the blood races like a spring, and at the same time announced the end of the era of the blood emperor.

In the gift that came from afar, there was still a hint of emotion from Vijorel.

Disappointed, angry, sad.

This emotion was passed on to all the blood races who were still alive, and they were terrified the moment the blood merged into the body.

Gavin immediately darkened his face, thinking of many heartwarming things.

Vijorel not only killed "him" directly, but also slaughtered the rations he had worked so hard to prepare for himself.Knowing that the covenant in the cemetery was not safe, Gavin made a puppet and transferred part of his spirit to go to the covenant.

But he would never have thought that Vijorel would slaughter the entire blood race.The Vijorel released by the shattering of the ring made him shudder and frighten him.Instinct drives to run to save life.

Gavin's reaction was quick enough.But the more he thought about it, the more useless he became.

It has been lurking among human beings for hundreds of years, and has remained anonymous among blood races for thousands of years.He is obviously the blood clan with the purest blood and the longest history, but he is suppressed by such a "junior", and he even feels fear of Vijorel from the root.

Survival instinct allowed Gavin to escape, but it also made him realize that Vijorel's title of Blood Emperor is worthy of its name.And he, who almost destroyed his body and devoured so many compatriots, is still not as good as a Vijorel.

Gavin's expression became distorted and fierce: "It's uncertain whether your little blood emperor will survive. I left a big gift for him outside the cemetery."

"Oh, by the way, those two little bats in the Blood Race, Adrian and Cole?" Gavin said slowly with the corners of his mouth curled up. Seeing Andre's instantly dignified expression, he felt great relief in his heart, " Hehe, you must not guess how they treated the new emperor. They broke off their fingers and limbs, tore their flesh and blood, and offered them to me like a tied doe. It’s a pity that I only saw a corpse. If the little bat in my heart is a living thing, it will definitely taste better."

Gavin stared at Andre as if his anger was his food.

The returning blood was like a potion of enlightenment, sinking into Andre's body with the most active and unbridled desire.

When Gavin was halfway through, Andre didn't care anymore.

He heard the desire that he had suppressed for too long swimming in his blood, stimulating every blood vessel and skin.The stronger the desire, the calmer the mind.The miscellaneous feelings were eradicated and filled with the way of thinking that belongs to the blood race.

Andre kept his usual smile.Elegant, nonchalant, with a touch of natural irony.His expression stiffened a little, as if the temperature of his skin had dropped, taking away the heat.

In the blink of an eye, Andre disappeared in place, while Gavin stepped back with a smile, and Lyons stood in front of him, with a bloody hole and a small stone in the palm of his hand.

The stone had been shattered due to the excessive force, and it was stuck in the flesh and blood. Lioness couldn't feel the pain and bent over to avoid Andre's attack. He raised his right leg and kicked Andre's waist.

Halfway through his movements, Andre had already disappeared from sight.Then the cold wind blew past his neck, and he was instantly locked by a huge force. Although his forearm was not strong enough, it was as strong as iron tongs, and he threw Lyons to the wall in a moment.

Andre's movements did not have any thinking, relying on his rich combat experience and instinctive actions, he reacted quickly, one blow after another, exchanging minor injuries for major injuries.Blood is applause, wounds are inspiration.

Gavin stood still behind Lioness, not afraid of Andre's "crazy" behavior.

He could smell the smell of the blood clan in the air, the pure blood mixed with the suppressed appetite and violent tendencies for too long, poured into every corner of the castle like requiem incense.

Lions fell to the wall, and Andre took advantage of the gap to rush straight to Gavin's door, his sharp claws brought a gust of blood-smelling cold wind, and fell down suddenly.

"Do you know?" Gavin half-closed his eyelids, and faded away all the kindness and kindness of his face, as indifferent as a sculpture, "This is the blood race."

Andre's falling arm was firmly grasped, Gavin stood on the spot, raised his arm slightly, and the tiger's mouth was stuck on Andre's wrist. The huge force brought a burden to the body, but neither of them felt any pain. expression.

"Bloodline is a nightmare we can never escape. Longevity is a prison. You are always held hostage, by your desires, by your needs. Blood, violence, death. Impulse is engraved in the bones and blood, dominating you. You See it? This is the ugliest appearance of the blood race!" Gavin pushed Andre backwards, facing Lyons who was already standing behind him.

Andre's pupils constricted, his right wrist was almost shattered, but he didn't have time to feel the pain.There were bursts of tingling in his head, and the aroused emotions persuaded him like a curse.

kill.Killing is the solution to everything.

Andre opened his eyes violently, leaned back in mid-air, staggered Lioness' attack at a strange angle, and faced Lions' eyes face down.

Andre's palm forcefully removed the strength of Lioness' upper arm, and then leaned on Lions' shoulders and rolled backwards.At the moment when the eyes crossed, Andre stared closely at Lyons: "I will kill you if you can't wake up."

After landing smoothly, Andre glanced at the blood on the corner of his clothes with disgust.He exhaled slightly, tilted his head and looked at Gavin with interest: "Do you know how I killed Waldron?"

Gavin was taken aback by the inexplicable question, and then tensed up vigilantly.

Andre's smell has changed.

That quietness suddenly contracted like an arrow in the back, and then washed over the entire castle like a torrential rain.

The skin seems to be aimed at the needle point, every corner is not safe, and every relaxation will be taken as a flaw.

But the other enemy whom he was nervously guarding against stood opposite him quietly, looking at him leisurely.

"First, I hate visitors who don't knock."

Andre's hollow and hoarse voice resounded faintly, the dull cello matched with the crisp violin, and the piercing sword shot into the ear, with lingering reverberation.

But Andre himself disappeared in the same spot, Gavin's eyesight was unable to capture any of his movements.

There was a chill in his back, and Gavin suddenly turned around to defend himself, but only heard the sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking.

"Second, I hate the same kind of meddling with my prey." Andre threw out a section of his arm at random, raised his fingers and claws, and tore off a large piece of flesh from Gavin's neck and shoulders. The bones of the shoulders were raw exposed.

It wasn't until this moment that Gavin stepped back abruptly, avoiding Andre.And when he went to capture Andre's figure, there was sometimes nothing in front of him.

Gavin almost gritted his teeth.

He is the strongest "God", first Vijorel, then Andre.Two cursed monsters had driven him to this point.

There was a cold light in Gavin's eyes. He leaned his back against the wall, pulled out a silver dagger wrapped in cloth with an evil smile, and looked at Lions: "Come here."

Lyons took the dagger as ordered and stood in front of Gavin.

With the wall behind him and Lyons in front of him, Gavin laughed uncontrollably: "What can you do? Lost dog."

There was a strong wind coming from around him, Lioness instantly removed the fabric, and stabbed violently in one direction.

The dagger pierced the skin, deep into the flesh, and there was a muffled grunt with a smile.

Gavin's smile froze for a moment, his right arm was torn by great force, and the bones were broken.

Andre leaned against Lioness in an almost hugging gesture, with a silver dagger tied in his chest.His eyes didn't give Lyons a hand at all, but stared at Gavin who lost his arms like a hound.

"Third, the prey I value, never try to escape."

Lyons' palm was wet with oozing blood, and he pushed Andre away violently under Gavin's order.

The dagger was drawn, the handle burning his palm.It caused a slight vibration in the pupil.

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Finish tomorrow!