kiss the night

The woman leaning on Quentin was like a boneless water plant, her face was blushing, Yan Zhao was calm, and could smell the strong smell of alcohol from the two of them.

The couple staggered towards the exit of the bar, rubbing each other's ears with each other, and their explicit movements made Yan Zhao want to look away several times.

The other people in the bar didn't notice the strangeness here. After all, they were a group of young men and women full of hormones. Under the influence of graceful dance music and high-strength alcohol, everything that happened seemed reasonable.

However, in Yan Zhao's eyes, it was not like this. He clearly heard the woman in Quentin's arms uttering some small groans, groans, and fragmented questions, mostly asking if he wanted to spend the night with her.

"Of course, we will have an unforgettable night for you."

An "unforgettable" night in the mouth of a vampire is not a spring thing. Yan Zhao knows better than anyone that vampires' desire for blood is far greater than their desire for sex, especially when they are hungry.

Without thinking, Yan Zhao stood up and followed Quentin out of the bar.

He had to find a way to stop Quentin's behavior. Although he didn't know how to do it yet, Yan Zhao really couldn't bear to watch an innocent and innocent woman sacrifice herself under the fangs of vampires.

The hem of the clothes was grabbed, and Yan Zhao turned around in shock.

"Shh." Elena followed behind him, making a gesture to keep quiet.

Yan Zhao's footsteps stopped, and he looked at Elena, only to see that she was rarely serious.

The two of them didn't speak any more, but followed the vampire in front of them tacitly into the alley. The alley was very narrow and dark, and there were piles of horse manure and straw for burning on the roadside, which smelled It stinks.

"Where are you taking me, baby?" the woman in Quentin's arms uttered. Obviously, as the effect of alcohol gradually receded, she gradually became sober.

"Go to a place where we'll all be happy." Quentin licked the woman's chest with a smile, "However, before that, I think we need to deal with some bedbugs... Hey, the two following behind, I I can already smell your scent."

Quentin turned around.

Under the moonlight, Yan Zhao saw bright red blood flowing from the corner of Quentin's lips, he smiled like a real devil, and the woman in his arms had been bitten through the skin at some point, and left The vampire had healing saliva, and the blood began to well up, staining the white fabric of the woman's chest.

"Ah!" The woman made a short voice. She covered her chest with her hands in panic, and when she lifted it up again, she saw that her hands were also covered with blood, and she screamed in horror.

However, in the next second, another pair of hands came around from behind her, covering the woman's mouth, and a face emerged from the shadows—that face was not familiar, even if it was once Mr. Matt, who rescued him, Matt Royce, Quentin's brother.

With a smile on his face, Quentin walked towards Yan Zhao step by step. He opened his arms, as if facing an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time: "Meet you again, Zhao. It seems that your differentiation is going well."

Yan Zhao remained cautious and did not speak. Originally, he was going to protect Elena behind him, but he found that the cunning little girl slipped away at some point. Now, there is no one behind Yan Zhao.In front of him was a vampire that was getting closer and closer. As Quentin approached, Yan Zhao felt a powerful coercion coming towards him. It was a conscious force, the same coercion he faced when facing Laurentine. Different, Quentin's coercion was already extremely aggressive, which made Yan Zhao feel more dangerous and painful.

There was a pain in the upper gum, and he opened his mouth uncontrollably, revealing two fangs, and just where Yan Zhao couldn't see, his pupils gradually turned from jet black to scarlet.

"Oh?" Quentin looked very interested, "It seems that your differentiation is quite smooth, little guy."

"Please don't call me that." Yan Zhao felt a force churning in his body, and he unconsciously let out a low growl, "Stay away from me, disgusting monster."

"Monster!" Quentin laughed loudly, "Xinsheng, if I am a monster, then so are you. We suck blood together, live by killing, and live every night. Now you want to save a human being... What should I do?" Tell me, are you kind or stupid!" He stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Zhao's chin, showing disgust, "You look beautiful, but unfortunately, you have an unpleasant smell on your body."

"Go away!" Yan Zhao reflexively knocked off Quentin's hand the moment he was touched. He was surprised by his own strength and speed. In short, Quentin was pulled by him and fell staggeringly. two steps.

"I tell you to go away, let go of that woman!"

When Yan Zhao opened his mouth, he always felt that he was not the one who said the words, like a beast locked inside his body, and after being offended, he unconsciously sent a warning signal to the enemy.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Quentin's face, but he soon returned to normal. When he raised his head to look at Yan Zhao again, his eyes were a little cautious: "Little guy, you are really interesting, if it weren't for you With the smell of that false prince on your body, I want to take you back to our..."

"what--"

In the middle of Quentin's words, he let out a scream, and a blade with a cold metal pierced directly from his stomach, and his expression became terrifying almost instantly, his whole face was distorted, and his fangs Teeth protruded from his mouth, he turned his head and wrestled with the girl behind him.

All this happened in an instant, Yan Zhao can guarantee that if he didn't have a pair of vampire eyes, then he would not even be able to see the knife clearly.

Quentin's blood sprayed onto Yan Zhao's face. The sudden smell of blood made Yan Zhao, who was already nervous, lose control of his consciousness. He stared blankly at the fight between the two in front of him, only Seeing that she is a little girl who is obviously wearing a foreign dress, but she can get into a fight with a grown man.

Their fight was very fierce, and every attack was aimed at the other side's deathbed. Wherever they passed, straw flew, and the wooden boards scattered on the ground were also kicked to pieces.

Elena seemed to be at a disadvantage unknowingly, she showed embarrassment, barely avoided Quentin's attack, turned her head and shouted at Yan Zhao: "Xinsheng, what are you doing in a daze, go away."

Yan Zhao came back to his senses for a moment, his eyes swept over the two fighting people, and finally fell on the human woman. Just as he hesitated for a moment, he suddenly saw Matt who was holding the woman move. Elena didn't pay attention, and just rushed towards her back.

"careful!"

Yan Zhao's hands and feet were faster than his own brain, almost at the speed of teleportation. He punched the vampire named Matt. The strength of this punch did not restrain himself. After falling down, the two brothers showed incredible expressions on their faces, as if they couldn't believe that a freshman with immature fangs could have such great strength.

"Damn it!" Quentin landed a fist on Elena's face, turned around and rushed towards Yan Zhao in the next second, "Damn you!" He cursed two curse words in succession.

Yan Zhao didn't realize it until after beating someone, and when he realized it again, Quentin's fist was already right in front of him.

But at this time, the wind suddenly blew up, and the sudden gust of wind blew on the night in late spring, but it was bitingly cold.

Quentin seemed to smell something in the air, and he stopped what he was doing.

"Now is not the time, you arrogant purebloods." He sighed in a low voice, grabbed his brother's wrist, and then two black figures climbed over the wall of the alley and disappeared into the night again.

Yan Zhao's eyes seemed to be pressed by the pause button, he lowered his head, staring at the dust on the ground.

"Hey, you must be stupid." Elena said in the corner, "Isn't it me who was beaten?"

Only then did Yanzhao come to his senses, he used his arms and legs to reach Elena's side, and helped the little girl up from the ground: "How are you?" He opened his mouth and found that his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

There was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the alley, and leather shoes rolled over the dry grass on the ground, making a salsa sound.

"Who allowed the two of you to leave the castle without authorization?"

The moonlight traced Laurentine's three-dimensional facial features, and his tone suppressed anger.