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No matter how soft Andre's voice was, it couldn't escape the bat's ears.

Although the hair ball is round and round, its ability is not inferior to any bat raised by a vampire.

The hairball, who was once again disliked by her figure, gritted her teeth, and the small "creaking" sound of grinding teeth accompanied Andre and Lyons as they left the corridor.

Andre turned his head to look at the little bat squatting on the beam, and said, "Remember to ask Vijorel to send the ring back. How can you be so cheap at such an old age?"

The two small bean-like eyes in the hairball stared closely at the two people who were going away, and the pointed ears flicked back and forth but failed to catch any useful information, so they disappeared on the beam with a "bang".

The two walked through the corridor in silence and returned to the guest room.

Andrea said, "You actually promised Vijorel to leave Derek alone."

Lioness wiped the gun and dagger by himself, raised his eyelids and said, "Strange?"

"It's strange." Andre nodded. "According to Bloodhunter's behavior, he will definitely kill Derek himself to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Nord does," Lioness admits, "but it's not my style."

Lyons: "Derek is a brand new character to the Blood Race. According to what you said, he is a complete lunatic, acting strangely and elusively. To hunt down such a person, Blood Hunt needs to understand Derek again and figure out His temper, and then cast a net to catch fish. Very troublesome."

Lyons doesn't trust Vijorel, the blood clan has always had a bad reputation.It’s just that, as Andre said, all he needs is divine blood and vampires no longer harm humans. As for Derek’s life and death, it doesn’t really matter. Let Vijorel handle this matter, saving time and worry, why not for.

Andre said: "I mean, do you believe that the blood race will give up the blood?"

"It was you who said that the blood race will not recognize descendants other than First Embrace. This is consistent with my understanding of the blood race." Lyons felt that there was something in Andre's words, so he looked at Andre and motioned for him to explain.

"The family rules of the blood clan have always been like this." Andre said, "But... after so many years, who knows if someone will get tired of the sunless world behind the dense forest and want to crawl from hell to the world."

"You mean Vijorel..."

"No, he is an old antique, the family rules are his creed, and Vijorel is a qualified blood emperor." Andre denied Lyons' conjecture and continued, "It's just a guess, I haven't returned to the blood family for a long time, maybe everything there As always, maybe something has changed."

Andre said: "Derek is a proof that not everyone is willing to hide from the world. The desire of the blood race is expanding and growing, and one day it will break free from the shackles, climb out of the dense forest, and return to the world."

This is a reasonable guess, even a prophecy that existed when the blood race agreed to hide from the world.

The blood race has a too long life, and the desires are accumulated and squeezed over the years, and will eventually come back.Moreover, not all blood races are willing to suppress their desires.

At least these blood races who came to the banquet were obviously hedonistic.

Just as newborns do not fear God, newborns are prone to rebellion against the family rules.

They have not lived through the years of indulgence.The body has been bound by silver chains all the time, and once there is a hole to vent, it will rush out like a hungry wolf that smells blood.

"You think too much, Andre." Lyons interrupted Andre's thoughts, "What we need to do now is to deal with Derek. All dangers will have warning signs, and what you said is not within the controllable range .”

Andre was stunned for a moment, then said embarrassingly: "You are right, then let's think about how to deal with Derek."

As a blood race, Derek's bloodline is pure enough, and his ability is not low.Even because he is a lunatic, regardless of the consequences, most blood clans are unwilling to provoke Derek.

Derek is far away from the group and his whereabouts are unknown. It is not easy to kill him.And the one who is most familiar with Derek is Andre.

Andrei has found himself in trouble, but it suits his job.

Lyons looked at Andre, whose eyes were half closed, and said in a deep voice, "You have a solution."

Vampires are cunning creatures, their actions always have a purpose, and every move is followed by a carefully crafted chess game.

Andre smiled "comfortably" and said, "I'm glad you've become smarter, Mr. Detective."

***

There are no lights in the library at night, and everything is quiet as if returning to the old church.

The stairway leading to the basement is deep and bottomless, the banquet door is closed, and the walls on both sides are empty, like a semi-finished product that has not been fully decorated.

With one hand on the wall, Andre walked slowly like a blind man who had lost his crutches. His ears were pricked up, catching the slightest clues.

Lyons followed Andre. Since his hearing was not as sharp as that of the blood race, he could not make any contribution, so he acted as Andre's loyal guard.

There were no windows in the basement, and there was no ventilation in the narrow corridors.

The air is stagnant, and every breath is repetitive air, which is very stuffy.

In Andre's ears, there are only the sound of fingers rubbing against the wall and the breath of the hunter. The soundtrack is mediocre, with a gentle rhythm and a thick tone.

"You're very noisy," Andre said, pointing to the stairs, sounding disgusted with Lyons, "go over there."

Lyons couldn't help, temporarily tolerated the vampire's impoliteness, and really walked obediently to the stairs.

The disturbing breathing sound faded away, leaving only the slight sound of skin scraping against the wall.

Suddenly, there was a clear sound of glass colliding, which seemed to come from a distant place, but seemed to be right in front of us.

Andre stopped where he was, patted the wall with his palm and said, "I found it."

Lions saw him stop, breathe lightly and approach with steps, a small magic circle appeared on a small piece of wall touched by Andre.

Palm-sized, black and red, can't see clearly in the dark.

The magic circle seemed to sense the touch and turned like a gear.The white wall rotated with the formation, became transparent, and finally disappeared.

Behind the wall is a completely new passage.

The walls are painted red, the oil lamp holders are carved with grotesque figures and crosses, and oil paintings and portraits are hung all over the walls, which is very different from the quiet and solemn library.

The crisp sound of glass crashing came from the nearest room.

The room was unlocked, and a man was holding a naked young man inside.Both of them held their wine glasses, and the sound of glass clashing was the sound of toasting.

Andre looked at the vampire who was smiling obscenely with the beauty in his arms, and said, "What a coincidence, isn't this the Viscount?"

The smell on the young man's body was mixed, and there was only a little bit of the scent belonging to the blood race, and it was impossible to smell it without careful identification.

This is a real blood slave.

The clothes on the man's body are very revealing, only covering the important parts, and the slender waist and thighs are exposed in the air, held by the viscount.

"The smell on him is not the viscount's." Andre said.

Lyons leaned against the wall, looking at the scene inside the room with his peripheral vision.

The wall obscured most of his vision, only two white legs resting on the Viscount's body could be seen.

Lyons heard what Andre said, and said, "A gift?"

"The Baron is very good at matching what he likes," the Viscount teased, bringing out the young man's charming exclamation, "He sent you here in exchange for something in return."

The young man exhaled like blue, his voice was weak, his white skin rubbed against the viscount's hard fabric, and soon a lot of redness appeared.

"The Baron wants you to go talk to him, and you don't need any return gifts. I'm just a little sincerity."

After the young man finished speaking, the viscount pinched the soft flesh around his waist, and the viscount's breath sprayed into his ears: "I don't know what price I will pay for eating you."

The young man's face turned pale instantly, as if he was afraid of something, he tightly grasped the cloth of the viscount's arm, trembling all the time.

The Viscount patted him comfortingly: "However, so far, I think you deserve a good price. As for the higher value, it depends on your performance."

Lyons guessed right, the young man was indeed a gift from a blood race to the Viscount.

The two of them were sitting on the sofa chair, and the young man gritted his teeth and straddled both sides of the chair. The next scene will be a unique drama of Fengyue.

The Viscount looks ordinary, although he exudes aristocratic vigor, but he can't hide the despicableness and greed in his bones.And that young man, who stood taller than the Viscount, insisted on wearing sexy clothes and speaking in a soft voice, was extremely awkward.

This romantic scene was not only unattractive, but even a little off-putting. Andre glanced at the stiff-faced Lyons, and said with a smile: "Mr. read on?"

Lyons seldom does this kind of thing. He often goes to places like casinos and brothels, but they are always working and handling cases. He has never gone there out of personal desire, so he is very unfamiliar with sex///love.

The voice of the young man in the room had begun to sob. The viscount had quite strong hands, and just rubbing two handfuls of soft flesh caused the young man to gasp in pain.

Lions had a straight face, although he was stiff, but there was no extra emotion.He raised his eyelids and glanced at Andre: "I don't care, I've seen a lot of cases when I was working on the case, but you, who have slept for hundreds of years, must be hungry."

Andre: "..."

The hunter has no actual combat experience, but his theoretical knowledge is full, and he has seen even disgusting scenes, this time is not bad.

But Andre, who was supposed to tease the hunter, could not see such hypocritical and crude plots because of his "elegant" aesthetics.

When it comes to discomfort, Andre is even better.

Andre, who had been suffering tonight, gritted his teeth secretly, raised his hand and a gust of wind flew into the house, blowing on the Viscount's face.

The Viscount grabbed the young man's clothes and took off half of them. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and a numb feeling came from his head, and he passed out in the next second.

With his eyes closed, the young man was suddenly hit by the fallen Viscount, and his gasping sound stopped.

He pushed the viscount away abruptly, got up and saw two people standing outside the open door, one with a cold face and the other with a smile.

"Sorry to bother you."