murder poppy

The coffin of the suburban villa was not removed in the end, and together with the guest room, it became the most unique scenery in the house.

Cooked chicken is difficult to preserve without salting, and cats cannot consume large amounts of salt, so it is not practical to provide rations for Mass.But Mr. Consultant didn't take any money, and even "sponsored" a lot of gold coins. Lioness would not skimp on this bit of cat food, so he asked the housekeeper to try his best to prepare dried chicken jerky, and brought a few pieces of freshly boiled chicken breast.

So the old butler has been pampering Mass crazily these few days, giving him whatever he wants, looking at it like a poor little boy who is about to be unable to eat.

Mass had no premonition of what was to come, and he ate a fat body at home. It was not until he was carried on the road by Lioness that he could only eat not-so-fresh cooked meat that he realized the seriousness of the situation and began to truly understand the situation. I miss the old butler in the villa who chased after it.

"It's good to eat some." Lioness glanced at the jerky that was slapped down, and grabbed Massa's waving paw.Mass's nails were carefully trimmed, and even in an attacking state, they couldn't protrude too much.

The hunter's hands and eyes were sharp, and he was exposing his claws and toes. Only the soft pads touched the palm of his hand, and a bit of nail stuck out in the air alone, which was a bit pitiful.

"Meow... woo!" Misa howled, and while Juan Er lost his temper and gleamed his teeth, Lions tore off a piece of chicken and threw it into Juan Er's mouth. The hungry Mi Zai noticed the smell of food and began to chew instinctively.

"It's already at the border of the jungle, and I'll see your master in a while." Lyons picked up the awkward cat and put it behind the hood, and the sudden tightening of the cloak made his breathing stop.Lyons tugged at the stretched collar, and said expressionlessly, "You're so heavy."

Much heavier than a bat.

Lyons dodged a claw scratching from behind, and unfastened the first button of his cloak.

The dense forest is a safe and quiet bed for Andre, but a dangerous forbidden area for intruders.Lyons had been here many times and was used to the fear of low light.

The area around the castle is the quietest area in the dense forest, because there are sleeping "beasts" that eat people, and all animals will instinctively avoid them.

Whenever Lyons came here, he had only the swaying branches for company, so when he saw the bats perched on the branches, he immediately knew that something was wrong.

Lyons observed the surroundings calmly, and after confirming that there were only two bats squatting on the branches, he picked up Mass from the hood, bent down and put it under an unclean, and took out a piece of dried chicken: "Gentlemen's agreement, you Stay here and don't run around, I will take you to see Andre in a while."

I was a little excited to see the mass in the old castle, and temporarily reached an agreement with the annoying hunter, and sat upright on the fallen leaves with my tail wagging, not even moving the chicken pieces on the ground.

After laying down the mass, Lyons reached for the silver gun at his waist when he got up, and the large cloak well concealed his movements.

Bold human beings leave their backs to the enemy, and creatures hiding in the dark will naturally not give up this opportunity.

At the same time as there was a violent sound of grass blades, Lions drew out the gun with his right hand and pointed it at the tree trunk, and hooked the handle of the knife with his left hand to bring out the blade.

The dagger shot out together with the bullet, the bullet flew to the branch, and the dagger went around Lyons' neck awkwardly and stabbed him obliquely to the right.

"Ding!"

"Pfft-! Plop-la-la-"

A bat fell vertically from the branch, and the other bat was disturbed, scraping the leaves and screaming, and rushed towards Lioness. The silver dagger was blocked, and Lioness was pushed out with great force.

The left hand is not Lyons' dominant hand, it is barely used to resist, and the attack is even weaker.But that's not a big deal, Lioness' blow was only to save his life, so that he would have the opportunity to defeat them one by one, and he didn't expect to be able to kill the enemies coming from the right.

Lyons retreated quickly, distanced himself from the source of the right oblique attack, and the blade rotated in the air, switching from his left hand to his right.

The flying bat turned into a man wrapped in a cloak in mid-air, his fangs fell to his mouth, and his sharp claws rushed towards Liones' neck.

The wrist of the right hand holding the blade flipped over, exerting force suddenly without any pause, and the tip of the blade drew an extremely curved "S" curve in midair, piercing into the opponent's neck while the sharp claws were close to the skin, cutting off the enemy's trachea.

A strong smell of blood permeated in front of the castle, the vampire's claws pierced the hunter's neck, and blood was dripping out.But compared to the speechless vampire, Lyons was not at all embarrassed.

Lions withdrew his dagger and backed away, and the vampire who maintained his forward pounce fell to the ground in an instant.Lyons completely cut off the opening in the neck, and his head rolled away into the distance.

Lyons straightened up, pointed his gun in a certain direction, "Who are you?"

The cloaked man who was about to attack stopped and did not respond to the question.The scarlet eyes stared at Reins from the gap in the hood, but he was afraid of the silver gun in Reins's hand, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Lyons has the stamina to confront the vampires, but he needs to enter the castle to check the situation. The group of vampires that suddenly appeared are too weird. He doesn't believe that Andre can tolerate other vampires entering and leaving his territory wantonly.Something must have happened in the castle.

The cloaked man stared at Reines for a moment, grasping the hunter's impatient moment, and dodged to avoid the missed bullet and turned into a bat and flew into the window of the castle.

A few silver bullets reluctantly followed the bat, climbing all the way up the glass window, smashing rude flowers on the transparent glass surface.

"Meow!" Misa swung his tail, skipping in front of Reins like an arrow, stepping on the vines wrapped around the castle with his paws, chasing the bat and ran in.

"Mass!" The fallen leaves flying in front of him covered Juan Er's figure, and Lioness shouted and pushed open the gate of the castle.

Most of the decoration of the castle is in line with Andre's aesthetics, the light is dim, and all the decorations must have an artistic aura.The breath of the castle is always cold, natural and simple, but also unfathomable.

Lyons clenched his dagger and his boots slammed against the floor, echoing through the towering hall.The sofa in front of him was empty, the fireplace was out, and the unburned logs lay in the ashes like a half-dead forest.

The light from the circular glass window was shining on the top of the coffin where Andrei was sleeping.

There is no shadow of bats in the old castle, and it seems that they have not been disturbed here.

Lyons looked around and noticed a black and gold card on the coffee table.Since it has not been inhabited for a long time, the coffee table is covered with a thin layer of dust, but the cards are clean and have only been placed recently.

"Andre?" Lioness looked at the card out of the corner of his eye, and did not touch it without authorization. He clenched his dagger tightly and approached the coffin step by step.

The coffin where the vampire sleeps will not be nailed. After all, no vampire wants to scratch the coffin lid with his fingernails first thing after waking up.Therefore, after Lions saw several metallic circular surfaces on the edge of the coffin, he immediately pressed the tip of the knife against the head of the spike and lifted it outward.

On the beam behind him, a group of bats was in the shadows, staring at the coffin.

The coffin-sealing nails were pried up one by one, and the curled silver blade was stuck on the last nail, and the sound of claws slashing across the wood was heard over Lyons' head.

Lions' wrist sank, and the silver blade suddenly turned up, bringing out a long nail, and at the same time, the blade couldn't bear the force and broke in the middle.

Lyons threw away the handle of the knife, drew his gun and turned around, but he didn't see the fangs that the howling wind should have brought.

Under the stairs where the coffin was placed, Massa's long teeth pierced into the bat's stomach, and the golden hair on his claws was stained with blood. He was stepping on the bat's head, shaking his head and tearing the bat.

Lyons breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and pulled out the last spike, and pushed the coffin away.

A strong smell of blood mixed with a sweet smell rushed towards the face. There were a few bright datura flowers in the coffin, and there was no sign of corruption.There are also a few incense buttons stuffed into the gap between the flannel cloth and the coffin to cover up the smell of blood.

A black wooden stake was inserted into the chest of the supposedly sleeping vampire. Andre lay in the coffin with his hands crossed. If it wasn't for the blood that hadn't dried up on his chest wantonly encroaching on most of his clothes, he really looked like nothing but Like falling asleep.

Lyons put away the gun, grabbed the wooden stake and pulled it out. The extremely high self-healing ability of the vampire caused the skin and flesh to accept the wooden stake and was connected to the wood, making it impossible to pull out.It can only be taken out completely by scratching the long-growing flesh with the blade of a knife and peeling off the wooden stake.

The half-cut silver blade with curled edges is barely up to the task, but the silver blade without the handle is hard to control, and it will leave two deep wounds on the palm of the hunter.

Fresh human blood dripped from the chest wound, and with the hunter's movements, it spread all the way to the cheeks, dripping on the pale lips.

The blood clan, who had closed their eyes and slept peacefully, woke up after smelling the delicious smell, and accurately captured the troublemaker's hand.

Lyons was removing the flesh connected to the wooden stake. The cutting edge of the curly knife was not clean, and meat scraps would get stuck in the curling edge, slowing down the progress.Lyons was about to use a flannel cloth to wipe off the debris in the crevice where the blade was rolled up, when Andre woke up and grabbed his wrist.

Vampires are much stronger than ordinary people, and they can easily crush the wrist bones of adults without control.

The bone made a "creaking" sound, and Lyons frowned, and the weakness in his palm made him unable to hold the blade.

The silver blade fell and stabbed directly at Andre.

Andre turned his face sideways to avoid the blade, his eyes fell from Lyons' face to his tightly grasped wrist.

Sticky blood accumulated at the junction of the wrist and hand. The hunter's phalanges that curled up instinctively due to numbness looked pale and fragile. The wound on the palm of his hand that could not be healed due to squeezing continued to bleed, forming a stark contrast with the pale fingertips. Compared.

Andre let go, closed his eyes and breathed, feeling the dull pain and resistance in his chest.Before the stake was pulled out, he reached back to the blood-soaked flannelette, and took out a sharp, blood-stained dagger from it and handed it to Lyons.

Lyons grabbed a piece of cloth from the coffin to bandage the wound, and took the silver dagger.

Andre lay on his back watching the hunter bandage, and asked, "Where's Mass?"

The author says:

Lions showed off his skills, one against three, and came to Andre with scars all over his body (by mistake).

Andre: Where's my cat?