murder poppy

On the second day after Luo Teng left, the basement, which had been silent all day, became noisy.

In the darkness, countless bats shuttled and flew in the corridors.The temple hidden behind the formation was opened, and the killing god came to the world.

When the blood race was immersed in the joy of the dinner and victory, the God who knows all things found the traitors among the believers and captured them with lightning speed.

One is an ordinary Viscount, while the other is Baron Brandy.

The bats rushed into the house and found the Viscount sleeping soundly in the room at the top of the stairs. The Viscount had signs of tightening the rope and was completely naked. When he was woken up, his eyes were sleepy and he called out the name "Rotten".

No one in the Datura Guild knew who Luo Teng was.

As a rare nobleman in the guild, Brandy is naturally known by everyone as the puppet next to his master.

Derek squatted a newborn bat on his shoulder, and looked down at the viscount kneeling on the ground trembling: "It seems that the viscount had a good time last night?"

"No! No, I didn't touch Brandy's puppet!" The viscount didn't dare to wear clothes, but the playful voice in his ear was like a death sentence.

The Baron's puppet found him last night. The Brandy family's Luo Teng has always been a carefully selected stunner.Whether it's appearance or skills, they have been trained//taught, and they are both poisonous snakes and cats.How many vampires are envious of Luo Teng, the patriarch of all dynasties, hoping to taste the taste of a puppet.

So when the viscount saw Luo Teng, he was moved.

He thought with all his heart that what he ate was meat, but he didn't expect that it would become a murderous knife before it even entered his mouth.

"Then last night, did the viscount accompany the baron to discuss with me about killing the king?" Derek asked with narrowed eyes.

"Kill... regicide!?" The Viscount was no longer afraid of Derek, he suddenly raised his head, his face was pale, his pupils were wide open, and he waved his hands in panic, "How is that possible! How dare I kill the regicide! I didn't, I really didn't! Yes, yes, it’s Brandy, I was knocked out last night, and when I opened my eyes, I saw you, God Lord, it must be Brandy pulling me to be the scapegoat! It must be him!”

"I just said why he is so generous. He sent his Luo Teng to seduce me. So that's the idea! Brandy is insidious and cunning, and he wants to strengthen the family. He must be the one who lured the Lord to kill the king and kill people with a knife!" The viscount knelt On the ground, his face was vicious, and he was terrified when he looked at Derek.

"With the viscount's disposition, he really doesn't have the idea of ​​killing the king." Derek said lightly, placing his palm on the viscount's shoulder and neck, as if to comfort him.

The viscount nodded frantically in horror and pulled out a smile.

"You are timid, lustful, and incompetent, how could you come up with such a brilliant plan?" Derek smiled softly, clasping his fingertips tightly.

The pain in the shoulder made the viscount, who was relieved, start to tremble, and the stagnant killing intent in the air enveloped him, and his heart beat rapidly: "God...God Lord..."

"A trash like you will become uglier the longer you live." Derek leaned close to the viscount's ear and said compassionately, "Why don't you make some other contributions to the Mandala."

The sharp claws clasped on the shoulders turned quickly, piercing the jugular artery, and the blood spurted out.The Viscount held Derek's hand tightly, and the fangs and nails just stretched out, but they were already useless.

The Viscount's throat was cut, and he couldn't speak at all. His eyes were only the corners of his lips curled up, and the pupils of his eyes were cold demons. The sticky touch of blood was passed between the trachea and fingers, one side was afraid, and the other side was enjoying it.

"laugh."

Derek pulled out his hand, and the bats around him rushed up to feast on the freshly dead prey.

Vampires are immortal, but they cannot be revived if their flesh and bones are eaten and scattered into the stomachs of bats.

Derek licked the blood on his hands, and announced sadly: "Brandy killed the members of the guild in an attempt to rebel against the blood clan. According to the blood clan rules, those who betray the clan will be handed over to the blood emperor for trial and then sentenced. As a prince, he should be arrested. Capture the traitor."

After eating, the bats pricked up their ears. After listening to this passage, they flapped their wings and fled to every corner of the basement like locusts.

The news of the Brandy family's attempted regicide quickly spread. Surprise, anger, fear, and doubt mixed up in the hallway. Derek licked his lips, enjoying the chaos, and paced to Baron Brandy's room.

The scattered bats only missed Brandy's door. At this moment, the baron was still holding a glass of red wine, waiting for his puppet to come back to report the battle situation last night.

"Dong dong."

The wooden door was knocked.

Brandy put down his wine glass, frowned dissatisfiedly and cursed: "Tiao//Taught you for several years, can't you even open the door?"

He pressed the doorknob and was about to teach the "puppet" a lesson when he heard a cold voice asking him, "Who is the baron trying to train?"

"De... Derek!"

Brandy backed away in fright, his face turned pale when he realized it, and he saluted and said, "My lord."

"The Baron's complexion is not very good. It looks... like he has a ghost in his heart." Derek walked into the house like a master, and approached Brandy, who was bent over and dared not get up, held Brandy's quietly moving fingers, and suddenly moved back. fold away.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"The baron's magic to control the puppets is exquisite and magical. I'm very curious, so I'd like to ask the baron to lend me this hand." Derek looked at Brandy coldly and collapsed on the ground with his hands covered.

The strength of vampires is much greater than that of ordinary people, and that fold is enough for this wrist and phalanx.

At this moment, Brandy's fingers were strangely bent, bloodless, and the pain made him gasp for breath.

Derek locked Brandi firmly with one hand, and lightly stroked Brandi's pale cheek with the other hand, and put his fingers into his lips.

His movements were ambiguous, but Brandy only had fear and despair in his eyes, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and almost only the whites of his wide-open pupils remained.

"The baron is very knowledgeable. I also like this eloquent tongue. Give it to me together with your hand." Derek said, the bones and veins in his hand were exposed, and the dull sound of flesh and blood being torn was heard.

Brandy screamed miserably, with blood spilling out of his mouth, and then passed out from the pain.

Derek straightened up, took out a velvet cloth and wiped the mixture of blood and saliva on his fingers, and there was an indistinct lump of flesh falling in the blood.

A lot of blood clans gathered behind the door, all of them came after hearing what the bat said, and many of them had a good relationship with Brandy.

Through the narrow doorway, countless eyes explored the scene inside the house. The blood all over the floor and Brandy's weird posture shocked all the blood races.

Dissatisfaction turned into timidity, and the patriarchs of several big families backed away in fear, wishing to hide.

Their reactions Derek can see, those fears and fears are vivid and delicious.

"Tie it up." Derek looked at the miserable Brandy and smiled with satisfaction, "Give our king a gift."

The bat's wide wings covered the walls and oil lamps, and the rushing and harsh wind echoed in the corridor, all the way to the first floor of the library.

The monsters hiding underground swarmed out, occupying the quiet and peaceful library.

Outside the forgotten room at the edge of the corridor, bats lay layer upon layer, their wings piercing the air and hunting.

Behind Derek was surrounded by gray and black bats, and there was a dumb dumb man at his feet.

The vampires who "watched the fun" hid back in their lairs, not daring to dance with the demons.

Derek knocked on the door, and the dull knocking sound extended to a place where the oil lamp could not be found, and then slowly died away.

After a while, "Crunch——"

The wooden door opened, and a ball of hair pressed down on the handle with all its strength, poking out half of its head.

Little Bat was out of luck, the falling doorknob was facing the mute lying on the ground.

The blood-stained monster with twisted arms made Mao Tuan stunned for a moment, and with a disgusted "squeak", it flew back to its master's shoulder.

Derek saluted respectfully to the people in the room, his bent waist concealed his cold pupils: "Your Majesty."

Vijorel looked at the respectful Derek and the flamboyant bat behind him, and said, "What is it?"

Without the blood emperor's excuse, Derek still straightened up leisurely, and the bat behind him surged, pushing Brandy between the two.

The blood race's self-healing ability healed the severed tongue, but the severed hand did not return to its place, the bones grew in a mess, and the flesh was bulging, like a piece of human skin covered with messy bushes.

Brandy looks ugly and bloody, with a smell of fear on his body.

Vijorel frowned and looked at Derek.

"I hope Your Majesty still remembers Baron Brandy." Derek smiled, "The Brandy family was in its heyday, and it was one of the few big families of the blood clan. I really didn't expect that the nobles of the past would do such a thing. !"

Vijorel watched Derek act with cold eyes, and Brandy, who was lying on the ground, looked up and trembled with fright when he saw Vijorel, shaking his head while staring at Derek viciously.

"Look at his stern eyes, how ferocious and greedy! Brandy, the magnificent building with a glorious past collapsed, and finally gave birth to evil." Derek sighed sadly and looked at Brandy with pity.

Brandy yelled ho-ho-ho at Derek hoarsely, but couldn't say anything.

The two sang in unison, and Vijorel watched the whole play with his expression unchanged: "What crime did Brandy commit?"

Derek's sympathetic expression disappeared in an instant, and changed into a humble courtier: "Your Majesty, last night Baron Brandy sent his puppet to trap and kill the blood clan, and found me in the name of someone else, and proposed to me... the matter of regicide."

Vijorel's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he shot at Derek like a sharp blade.

"Derek has always been loyal to the blood clan. Today, according to the clan rules, arrest those who intend to rebel. Please deal with it." Derek's tone was casual, most of the respect disappeared, and there was still a trace of contempt and threat.

"The blood clan has clear rewards and punishments, and His Majesty knows what to reward me." Derek stared at the prey and looked at Vijorel, hanging upside down on the porch, the bats squatting on the ground opened their bloody mouths together, and the sound of fur rubbing was mixed The cry, like a strange laugh, echoed in the house.

The fur ball resting on the shoulder was woken up, it spread its small wings and roared ferociously.

The shrill voice overwhelmed the chaotic shouts, and everything fell silent.

Vijorel looked down at the trembling Brandy, "Why do I feel that you are the one who wants to kill the king?"

The author says:

Speaking of which, our Derek is still a serious madman!

Brandy & Viscount: Crazy Nod