murder poppy

Lyons paused for a long time, and insisted: "In addition to human blood, I will provide fresh blood. The old housekeeper is still raising Kane."

Andre stared at the difficult hunter, and it took him a long time to remember that the deer that provided him with blood was named Kane.

What Lao Lu recalled was that weird bowl of "borscht" made of minced chicken.

"At least so far, I think our cooperation is smooth and efficient. I need you Andre, and the matter of Datura is far from over." Lioness spoke slowly, which meant he was thinking, "I think I It has the ability to support the consumption of a vampire."

"Are you trying to keep me in captivity? Mr. Inspector." Andre loved the way hunters looked when they were not so easy to handle. Their worries and apprehensions made all proud and indifferent people stupid and cute.

"If you want to think that way, I can admit it." Ryan calmly accepted his wishes, accepted all the teasing without any signs of embarrassment, "I can provide you with a lot of convenience, blood races never like long sleep, in Sleeping in a coffin is not your will."

Impressing a vampire is not easy, you need to grasp their strange aesthetic.It must be alluring, but its posture should not be too low.

And Lyons was not born with this material. He provided what Andre needed, but ignored some of the most important things.

"It's very tempting." Andre said truthfully, "but I refuse."

Lyons frowned.

"It's not just about the blood..." Andre dragged on, looking at Lyons in a comforting manner.

"Is it because this matter has something to do with the blood race?" Lyons asked, "You hid something from me."

The hunter's keen intuition gave Andre a headache, "You can follow Derek to investigate, but I will not continue to participate. Don't forget the reason why our contract appeared."

Lioness frowned and thought, gave up the questioning and pursuit, and finally compromised: "I will send Mass back in a few days."

In this confrontation, the vampire took the complete upper hand, and Andre got his wish, so he thought of Juan Er who lived in someone else's house: "Bring some cooked meat, or he will starve to death."

"Oh, by the way, I'll give you that coffin. The wood and exterior paint are of the highest quality. It cost me a lot of gold coins. Don't thank me for your generosity."

So Mr. Consultant retired honorably, and asked for a lot of cat food from his "generous" boss before leaving.In order to repay, Mr. Consultant gave the other party a good coffin as a return gift.

Reciprocity, fairness and justice.

After Nord carefully inspected the torture room, Andre had long since disappeared, and the name Derek became the center of the entire blood hunt investigation.However, Lioness, who had been chasing the blood of God, asked for a few days off at a critical moment, the reason being to help his former subordinate pack his luggage.

At that time, Nord was lying in a villa in the suburbs, holding a teacup and looking at each other with a straight coffin in the dark room.

"I think it's not too much to get rid of it, plus it will take three to five days to send the cat back to Andre's place," Lyons said.

Nord swallowed the black tea in his mouth, and said coldly: "Come back as soon as possible."

Andre walked very decisively, and when the agreement was reached, he turned into a bat in the bushes and disappeared into the night.

The old blood hunting site is far away from the dense forest, but for bats, it is only half a day's journey.

The dense forest is as dark as ever, with swaying branches covering the sunlight, and the rustling sound can be heard endlessly, it may be the wind, or it may be other creatures.

——Like people.

Andre knew the dense forest well, the smell of soil and leaves in the air represented the season and humidity, and the noise in the bush came from insects or animals.

So when he flew into the dense forest, he knew that there were many guests here.

The guests were not restrained at all, and camped at the border of the dense forest. A bonfire was lit in the deep forest where there was no sunshine all year round. The crackling sound of sparks was warmer than the shaking leaves.

A black shadow squatting by the campfire seemed to have sensed the return of its master, squeaked to avoid the crowd warming the fire, and rushed towards the flapping bat in mid-air like an arrow.

Andre noticed the "hidden weapon" flying towards him, flapped his wings in mid-air, changed back into a human form and stepped on a thick branch of a pine tree.

The dense pine needles fell down due to the vibration, and hid in Andre's hair and arms, which incidentally annoyed the black shadow in his arms.

"Squeak!!" The little bat's joy at seeing its owner for the first time was half-spent by the pine needles, kicking its paws and throwing the pine needles in the face of Andre.

"...Did you stay with Karl for a long time? You're so stupid." Andreti slid the little bat out and shook it out, until the pine tree bat was clean before catching it again.

The lush squirrels perfectly blocked Andre's figure, and the bonfire not far below was jumping between the branches, and occasionally a few figures appeared.

Carl was sitting by the campfire, nibbling on a bloody deer leg.

"The number of people is even smaller than I thought." Andre said, "Did you make the noise in the dense forest?"

The little bat let out a cry to agree, and continued to go back, as if it didn't care how many daywalkers escaped.

"Why don't you go inside?"

The little bat blinked its eyes, flew up suddenly, opened its mouth wide and let out a cry, then hid behind the tree trunk and shivered.

Although the performance was abstract, the meaning expressed was very clear, and there was only one thing that made Andre very dissatisfied.

"Didn't that idiot Carl teach you how to talk?"

The bat nodded its head, and stubbornly maintained what a bat should do, resolutely refusing to speak human words.

Andre threw the little bat back to Carl, avoiding the encounter with the Daywalker and walked alone to the castle deep in the jungle.

The castle has been empty for a long time, and the tall arches are opened to allow gray and black light to penetrate into the room, bringing out a long and narrow light and shadow.

There was no cry of the mass waiting for food and the hurried footsteps of the old housekeeper, and even the deep breathing that almost followed us these days disappeared.

This ancient castle was lonely and lonely, and Andre didn't even bother to light up the lamp, and walked to the deep coffin.

After a crisp snap of the fingers, the low sound of wood rubbing echoed in the castle, like a building that had been dead for too long and suddenly began to breathe.

Inside the pitch-black coffin was a dark red flannelette that kept the temperature smooth, as smooth as flowing blood.

Andre supported the coffin and stopped suddenly.

He looked at the "foreign items" placed squarely on the pillow without moving. It was a delicate envelope with a stamped postmark stuck in the seal, and the overflowing wax was like blood clots dripping wantonly.

Andre opened the envelope, and the letter paper sprinkled with gold leaf and perfume was gaudy, and the swashbuckling English brought him blessings.

[Dear Andre King Rogue:

Congratulations on falling into eternal sleep. 】

Andre narrowed his eyes before he felt the excess in the silent air of the old castle.

Karl and his party were stationed outside the dense forest, afraid to move forward because they were afraid of the aura in the depths, and this aura was not Andre.The change in the border of the jungle comes from Carl, but the smell inside comes from another trespassing "guest".

It was a smart hunt.

His retreat becomes a step in a closed loop, and the escaped moth is trapped in a jungle of cobwebs, avoiding one, and the next.

Andre knocked on the coffin board, his will was a little dizzy.Sleep does not mean death, but an excellent way to restrain desires. He deliberately reaches the critical line before lying in the coffin, so as to increase the ability to resist desires.

But I didn't expect to pave an overly light path for others.

In the clean, damp and cold air, an aura he was familiar with that once disgusted him permeated like a gradually rising fog, and invaded the castle with the sound of knocking on the coffin.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair--"

Andre stopped his fingers, turned his body around suddenly, and grabbed somewhere behind him for no reason, the claws tore through the flesh, and the sound of tearing bones sounded like thunder.

At the same time, a small, short piercing sound was masked.

"As expected of you, father, you can still give me a paw under such circumstances." Derek's mouth was raised high, trembling with pain and excitement, he was holding a silver blade tightly in his hand, the handle was wrapped in leather, The smooth metal is covered behind the dress, completely hidden in the flesh.

"De... Rick." Andre supported the coffin, his eyes were scarlet, blood and pain were the best items to stimulate the beast.In addition to the cold dagger, there was a restlessness in his chest that wanted to tear everything apart.

Derek's left arm was torn open, and Andre's blow directly twisted his bones and tore off an arm.If the silver blade hadn't accurately pierced Andre's chest, his neck would have been twisted and thrown to the ground at this moment.

"A silver knife can't kill you." He let go of the knife and supported Andre as if embracing a fragile lover, "but there is a seal formation engraved on it."

"I will kill you according to the order you gave me when you first embraced me, so that you will stay away from the boring eternal life and sink into the arms of death. Only I, Andre, and only I can fulfill your wish." Derek said as if taking credit , solemnly put Andre in the coffin as if completing the ceremony.

"Sleep with peace of mind. I will integrate you into the decadent and stubborn blood family, inherit your aversion to eternal life, and live in this world." Derek smiled, and the greedy eyes exposed his lies.

The coffin was closed, and Andre's blood dripped perfectly on the red flannel, without a single drop falling outside.

There was cold sweat on Derek's head, and fine beads of sweat covered his forehead. He inhaled because he couldn't help the pain, and panted heavily because he couldn't help the joy.

The broken left arm grew slowly, he put on his cloak, let the blood drip down, and said to the several cloaked vampires who broke into the door and stood upright: "I have sent a letter to Vijorel, Once patricide is proven, the vacant prince's place is mine."

"I ask you to guard here and kill anyone who approaches."

Several blood races disappeared into the hall without saying a word, turned into bats and hid on the beams and branches of the woods to monitor the castle.

Derek put down a slippery card on the coffee table and whispered, "Your gift, Father, it's a pity you can't seem to see it."

The author says:

Derek: hee hee hee

Andre: Do you know what it means to push an inch?you're done (laughs)

Lyons: ==, you can encourage the consultant to come back to work