murder poppy

When Andre was a human being, he hated two things.

One is hunger and the other is pain.

After becoming a prince and leaving the blood clan, these two feelings are far away from him.But I didn't expect to have to taste them one by one after living such an old age.

The method of silver nails is ancient, but it is indeed useful, especially for him in his weak period.

Nord did the old-fashioned conjuration on it.If it wasn't for the limited ability, Andre would be able to remove the nails without much effort.

The process of pulling out the nails was bloody and difficult.The silver nails passing through the palms are firmly nailed to the wall.After two tosses on the hand bone tonight, the pain caused drained all of Andre's patience.

So he tightened his hand, the bones and flesh of his hand rubbed against the nail body, and pulled the nail point out of the wall.

The intense exercise tore at the wound, and Andre licked the warm blood, his throat became dry.

The prison of the Bloodhunter is old.Vampires have been out of the stage of history for a long time, and the silver railings have been reduced to imprisoning beggars and hooligans.

Andre broke the chain and swaggered out of the blood hunting gate.

From time to time in the silent night, the bushy streets could hear the rustling of grass blades.Andre's ears instinctively searched for living creatures, and he caught the sneaky "sneaker" in a flash.

The soft fur felt great in the hand, the attacker was frightened, his red eyes looked at Andre in horror, and his powerful hind legs trembled in the air.

This is a full-term female rabbit.The plump ones eaten in the unattended bushes look pitiful and loving.

However, in Andre's eyes, the appearance of the rabbit has been blurred, only the blood flowing under the fur disturbs his ears.

That bit of artificial blood wasn't going to help at all.

There are no vegetarian vampires.Andre heard his heart beating, it was joy that boiled for the blood.

Andre pinched the rabbit's neck, through the thin flesh, he could hear the sound of fresh blood flowing.

"The blood race should be like this. Survival is accompanied by killing, and suppressing the nature will only make desire appear in a more brutal way."

"Bite it down, Andre."

"To survive, bite down!"

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Night comes and goes quickly.

A little red light from the morning sun stops at the cold quartz statue.

Lyons was walking through the dimly lit corridor with oil lamps, and when he saw a half-open prison door in the distance that creaked in the silent space, his heart sank like a stone into the deep sea.

Except for the missing "prisoner".The cell was almost unchanged from when he left.

In the pile of straw by the wall, there are also piles of glass bottles full of glass.On the other side, an empty bottle was thrown on the ground in disgust.

There were a few more bloodstains on the wall, plus two nail holes.

Not only did his advisor not rely on artificial blood to supplement his strength, it seemed that he was forced to bleed a lot.

The silver chain was broken by Qi Gen. Lions put away the glazed bottles on the ground, removed the broken silver ring, connected the intact part behind, locked the cell door again, and left in a hurry.

The sun has not yet risen, and it is still early for the morning market to open.

It was quiet outside the Bloodhunting Gate, the wind was blowing the bushes, and the sound of sparse grass blades rubbing against each other was heard.

Lyons stopped, and he caught a weak and shrill cry.

Something was hiding in a bush by the side of the road, and the direction of the grass blades seemed out of place.Lions pulled out his gun, held his breath, and caught the smell of blood in the air.

Fresh and piping hot.

Liones pushed aside the bushes and loaded his silver gun.

There is indeed a furry and blood-drinking monster hidden behind the bushes.

Silky blond hair lay on the floor, over pale hands, and on the blood-stained fur of a doe.In the cold wind, the rabbit's blood flowed down the hand with exposed veins, and dripped on the ground, bringing a scalding temperature.

Lions heard the sound of fangs churning in his blood vessels, and also vaguely saw the Adam's apple rolling up and down behind the strands of blond hair.

Andre swallowed the sweet blood in his throat, and stared at the humans who dared to disturb him from eating.

The blood entering his abdomen did not make his complexion look rosy, but instead made his blond hair and red pupils more lustrous.

There was blood bubbling from the blood hole in the female rabbit's neck between her fingers, and her powerful hind legs grabbed his wrist.

Andre looked away from the silver gun that Lyons raised, and buried his head to lick the wound he had made.

The saliva of the blood race is both poison and medicine.Except that the vacant white fluff cannot be filled quickly, the blood hole heals quickly under the promotion of saliva.

The rabbit ball was in Andre's palm, and the faint rise and fall of the chest showed that it was still breathing.

The warmth and softness that belonged to living things rubbed against the skin, rubbing the silver nails in the palm of his hand sorely.Andre looked at the rabbit for a while, then hid it in the pile of leaves that could keep it warm, and stood up to face the silver gun raised by the hunter.

"You want to take me back?"

Lyons put away his loaded gun with a sullen face.It was easy to grab Andre's wrist and pull the vampire who committed the crime in the opposite direction of the blood hunt.

Andre barely filled his stomach. Not only was he in a good mood at this time, but he also had the strength to beat Lioness back to the jungle, so he just waited for the hunter's action with great interest.

Then... He was somehow dragged home by Lyons who was in a bad mood.

On the way, I also bought him a steak bread with yellow mustard and pickled cucumbers.

Andre grabbed the hot bread that was dripping with butter, with dried rabbit blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Lyons grabbed a handful of copper coins to pay, and replied blankly, "Prison robbery."

"I went to the case file, and there is no evidence that the detective is a mutated blood race. The facts stated above are that the president of the night patrol and the blood hunter detective, Lioness, was negligent in his duties, causing the blood race to endanger the family of blood hunters." As he walked, he said, "That is to say, you killed three people, and I'm an accessory."

"Then I went to see the detective's body. The left and right canine teeth had been polished, a pair of blood holes were pierced in the neck, and the eyes were gouged out."

In other words, the corpse looked like a poor man who had been sucked by a vampire and abused.

"Framing the blame? It's a good trick." Andre snorted coldly.

The villa has not been opened for several days.

The guests of the house went out without saying a word, and never came back.Even the owner couldn't touch the ground, and when he got home, he rushed out rummaging through boxes and boxes.

The old butler had nowhere to complain, so he could only hug the cat and squat at the door every day, hoping that one of the two ancestors would come back, and it would be considered safe.

Mass lost his master and rubbed his head, and he condescended to allow the old housekeeper to touch his cherished fur. After being moved for two days, he became addicted.But mosquito blood was no match for Bai Yueguang.

As soon as Andre's breath appeared, Mass immediately abandoned the old housekeeper, squatted at the door scratching the door, and jumped up to grab the doorknob from time to time.

The old butler heard the voice outside the door, hurriedly picked up Juan Er, and opened the door.

Lioness and Andre came back together, one wrapped in a black cloak, clean.One was dressed in a vermilion dress and was covered in stains.

The latter was holding a completely cooled steak bread in his hand.

Andre didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his image, and he generously handed out the bread with rich fillings, and smiled gently at the housekeeper: "Greetings."

"Thank you..." The old butler took the bread, glanced at the calm Lyons, and said, "You are too polite."

"You're welcome." Andre returned the salute, calling Mass up the stairs without looking back.

Then slammed the door shut.

The old butler put the cold bread on the table, and was about to turn around to ask what happened to Lions, when he felt sticky in the palm of his hand, and a strong smell of blood entered his nostrils along with the smell of butter and steak.

"This... this..." The old butler was at a loss, raised his right hand, showing the innocent expression of wide-eyed eyes when he was begging for food with Mass, "Is Mr. Andre injured... and he is not a vampire Do you really know how to eat steak sandwiches?"

"..."

The old butler is indeed an old butler.The problems identified are very acute.

Are you hurt?

Accepted.Not too light.

Do vampires eat steak bread?

Won't.And obviously hungry, want to drink blood.

Lyons looked at the closed door, continued to rummage into the storage room with a sullen face, and then pushed open the private room belonging to the guest regardless of Mass' screams behind the door.

The old butler replaced the blood-stained kraft paper, offered the bread that the guests and the host had brought back in a white porcelain plate, and decided to stick to his old bones and not get involved in the right and wrong of young people.

Mass was so frightened that his hair exploded, and he bit the leg of Lyons' trousers.

Yet the hunters traveled for days, through filthy marketplaces, damp bushes, and morgues where corpses lay.The trousers have been contaminated by the world for a long time, and the taste is complex and graceful.

Mass gnawed on himself for a long while, the root of his tongue numb with bitterness.With a wrinkled face, he gave a "bah" to Reins, and hid in the gap between the coffin and the wall with a "bao".

The coffin in the room was half-opened, and Andre leaned on the body of the coffin polished by high-quality wood, licking the silver nails on his palm like a cat.

He was thinking about whether to sleep with this thing first, or get up and talk later.

"It's good manners to knock on the door, Mr. Inspector." Andre lowered his arms and stared at Lyons unkindly.

Vampires need to be as possessive as beasts.The independent space is the territory they have divided, and trespassers will always have to pay some price.

What's more, Andre's current state is not good, and he is instinctively on guard against being taken advantage of.

"No malice." Lioness raised his hand, showing Andre the medicine box and the tool for dispelling the spell, "unless you like the decoration of silver nails on your palm."

Andre narrowed his eyes in displeasure, and finally made a compromise.

If someone pulls out the nail for you, why not accept it.

Mass poked his head out, and found that the uninvited guest with a strange smell was still standing at the door, and immediately exploded the long dark golden hair, wrapping around Andre, like a young dragon guarding a treasure.

His treasures don't seem to cooperate, however.

Andre looked down at the palm of his hand, and said indifferently, "Please go ahead."