My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

"Do it tonight?" Troy raised his eyebrows and asked.

Hirih chuckled: "Yes, I have been waiting for a day for a long time, since the moment I was born."

——He thought about getting rid of the blood emperor all the time.

With the most loyal words and deeds, he finally won the approval of the blood emperor, and had his own right to control the army.

Of course, this army was given by the Blood Emperor.

This means that his every move will still be under the control of that person. Therefore, Shilih spent five or six hundred years secretly cultivating the most loyal puppets who only obey his orders.

However, the bloodline of the vampire is suppressed. Even if he forms a powerful vampire army, he still cannot defeat the blood emperor. The bloodline suppression does not allow low-level vampires to offend the high-ranking ones.

So - Shilih thought of another type of creature.

class.

The blood race is strictly hierarchical, and the status of the foreskin monster Klass here is no different from that of livestock raised by humans. They feed on flesh and blood, have low intelligence, have no self-thinking, and are easy to control.

And although they belonged to the vampires, they did not belong to the category of real vampires, so they would not be suppressed by that bloodline.

Shilih cultivated the Clas, fed them with high-quality flesh and blood, evolved their intelligence, enhanced their combat effectiveness, and possessed the ability to imitate camouflage, secretly replaced the army given by the blood emperor, and made all the foreskin monsters Claas Putting on the flesh and blood of a member of the vampire army, he completely became Shilih's subordinate, which made this army extremely loyal and worshiping to men.

Perhaps no one would have thought that livestock, which usually don't even bother to look at them, could one day eat their owners, put on their skins, and wander into the world.

Sirih is a man of action.

And have enough patience.

For one purpose, he could endure and hibernate from birth.

Those perfect disguises can sometimes even fool himself.

Forget who you used to be, forget everything you ever had.

But when the disguise is torn, memory and hatred will also come back like a raging tide.

"Birth?" Troy sneered, shook his head, and said, "You were a baby when you were born, right? Is it fun to lie to me?"

Obviously, the teenager doesn't trust what men say.

Hirih raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't lie to you, Mr. Xiao."

This justification contained helplessness, and this distrust did not make him angry.

A faint smile appeared on the handsome and fair face of the man.

It wasn't the usual frivolous and teasing smile, but a feeling of emptiness and lightness like the wind.

The blood-red pupils looked at the full moon outside the window.

The cold and white moonlight shone coldly on the earth.

The crow stayed on the tree, quietly staring at everything on the ground.

Hilih leaned against the window sill, and the light cast in reflected his shadow on the wall of the corridor, so quiet and indifferent, with a vicissitudes of time that has passed a thousand years.

There are no candles in the hallway.

So there is only the white light of the full moon outside the window.

The sudden silence made Troy feel a little bit wrong, and he felt a little doubtful in his heart. He frowned slightly, his blue eyes turned slightly, and he glanced at the purple-haired man beside him. The smiling voice seemed to be a sigh confided from far away in time and space, quietly whispering in the ear——

"Troy, I was once human."