[Quick Pass] The target of the strategy is the fine points

In the silent night, the lights of the houses in Kela Town are as bright as day.

But the silence outside was terrifying, as if the darkness was about to swallow everything.

A series of black figures flashed in the night, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes, catching the children who were playing by the window before they had time to react, and started their crazy feast at night.

Throwing down, biting, the town was in chaos.

Willis was standing on a tree not far away watching this scene.

His long golden hair fluttered in the wind and intertwined with each other. Looking at the crying and struggling crowd, his eyes were full of indifference.

He suddenly laughed, with a creepy tone: "Struggle, you are dead, there should be some space in his heart." Even if he hates him, he can still occupy a place.

A gust of wind came from behind, Willis avoided it skillfully, let it hit the tree and turned into a pile of mud, and squinted to look behind the tree.

"Who!"

The blood race is nocturnal, and his sharp eyesight made it easy for him to see the boy coming out from behind the tree.

Willis squinted, his red agate-like eyes were full of surprise: "Oriental?"

Shi Xia lazily came out from behind the tree, eyes half closed, with an elegance no less than that of a blood race: "You released these things, right?"

Willis sneered: "I heard that someone donated several blood slaves to my dear brother, and one of them was an Oriental. What? Did he want to give you to me?"

He looked Tokia up and down, and had to admit that the young man was no less than a blood race.

"I just came to ask you for someone." Shi Xia casually tapped the ground with his toes, but his tone was not negotiable.

Willis' eyes suddenly became sharp, staring at him like a knife that cut through flesh: "If it's Vesta, then give up, I won't hand him over to anyone."

Zero Seven popped up in time: 【He is the child picked up by the god Vesta. 】

Shi Xia raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest in his eyes: "Aren't you afraid that he will hate you if you treat his people like this?"

Willis was poked at the sore spot, his red eyes were piercingly cold: "Sure enough, it's the same as what my dear brother said." It's just as annoying.

The original screams became inaudible due to the invasion of vampires.The men held torches to drive away the monsters in the darkness, making them afraid to approach.

Shi Xia leaned against the tree, looked at the "people" with scarlet eyes that gradually appeared on the tree and on the ground, surrounded him, and made a strange grunting sound.

"Little cutie, there is something that can take these things away." Tokia avoided the vampire that was rushing towards him, and turned his hand to "click" the vampire's neck to the side.

This fierceness made Ling Qi's neck shudder: [Yes, is the god's dagger owner important? 】

Tokia took a breath: "Don't talk nonsense, bring it here."

Crowds of vampires waited for an opportunity around the exquisite oriental boy, and flocked to try to enjoy a dinner as if a switch had been turned on for a moment.

Willis watched indifferently as the teenager was overwhelmed by his inhuman likeness.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he looked at the young man who came out with disbelief. To be precise, he looked at the silver dagger in his hand.

Shixia stretched out his hand and slashed across the person in front of him with a dagger, making him let out a sharp and piercing cry, and finally turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared in the same dark Yexiang.

The silver dagger has a hollowed-out pattern, flashing streaks of silver light, looking alluring and bewitching in the dark.

Willis flashed in front of him like a ghost, grabbing his hand so forcefully that he seemed to cut off his wrist: "Where did you get the dagger!"

Shi Xia frowned slightly, and his fingers moved slightly to draw a bloodstain on the back of his pale hand: "It has nothing to do with you."

The dagger scratched the back of his hand, exuding a burnt smell.

Willis lost control in a rare way: "Why is this dagger in your hand?"

Shi Xia was silent, and knocked Ling Qi in his mind: "Little cutie, where did you get the dagger from?"

Ling Qi huddled in a corner and couldn't get out: [Because the host's mission belongs to this world, so the props also drop randomly from this world. 】

Shixia is speechless, other people's systems are omnipotent, and his system will only add to his confusion.

Willis looked at him stubbornly, and suddenly showed a clear expression: "Oh, he gave it to you, right? He always likes to protect the weak." Otherwise, he would not have picked him who seemed weak when he was a child.

Shi Xia tossed the dagger up and down, and said in a casual tone, "You are a blood race, and the dagger in my hand belongs to a god." He glanced at Willis' smelly hand, his eyes were full of meaning.

Willis' eyes were dark, as if he was gestating a storm, he stretched out his pale palm. "Give me the dagger."

I'd rather destroy it than have it appear in someone else's hands.

My God, why did you give away the dagger?

At this moment, Willis felt chills all over his body, and the tingling pain seemed to be pierced by a silver object.

The dark vines in the deepest part of his heart spread and intertwined upwards, gradually engulfing him.

Shi Xia shrugged and threw the dagger to him without hesitation.

Willis caught the dagger, and as soon as the dagger touched his palm, a puff of black smoke spread out, making a "stinging, stinging" sound.

He didn't care. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wrapped the dagger. He took a deep look at the weird boy before turning around and disappearing into the darkness.

Vesta sat on the bed, the chains had been removed from his hands and feet, and this was the only time of day he could relax.

"Peng!" The door was violently kicked open, and he was pushed onto the bed before he could react in time.

After spinning around for a while, he saw a pair of red eyes above with complicated emotions.

"Willis, what's the matter?" Vesta had his hands fixed on both sides, so he could only ask doubtfully.

Willis remained silent, tearing off the clothes on his neck under his surprised eyes, and brutally bit down on the unhealed wound, causing Vesta to let out a muffled groan.

"Well, Willis...it hurts."

Vesta had never been so rude to him before. His surprised eyes tore off the clothes on his neck, and he brutally bit down on the unhealed wound, causing Vesta to let out a muffled groan.

"Well, Willis...it hurts."

Vesta had never been exposed to such rough treatment from him, and felt a little inexplicably wronged for a while, and couldn't help struggling slightly.

Willis looked at the person under him, stretched out his bright red tongue and licked the wound on his neck, pressed his tongue beside him to suck out a red mark, his voice was hoarse and trembling secretly, but I dare not look at his expression.

"Why, do you want to give the dagger to someone else?"

Vesta looked confused.It was also a little angry to be treated so roughly by him for the first time, so he just kept silent.

But in Willis' view, this situation was the default, which made him unable to control the wildness deep in his heart, and violently tore off the clothes of the people under him.

Weista's chest suddenly felt cold, and a warm object touched his chest, causing an inexplicable numbness, which made him struggle violently and reprimanded loudly: "Willis, let me go!"

Willis ignored it, but let go of Vesta's hand.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound in the lonely and empty room.

Willis blinked, touched the half of his face that was beaten, his black eyelashes trembled and let out a strange laugh: "Vesta."

Vesta slapped him subconsciously just now, looking at his pale and handsome half face, he felt a little distressed, but suddenly he was called by his full name and looked at him in confusion. "Um?"

"You hate me, don't you?" You, who were supposed to be the son of Tianjiao, were locked in a dark place by me so that you could not see the light.

Vesta was silent, and wanted to reach out to touch his face but was dodged subconsciously, and fell into the air.

Willis didn't look like he wanted to hear his answer, he buttoned him up gently to cover up those imaginative traces, and stroked the bloody hole in his neck.

He's blaspheming his god again...with undeserved thoughts.

Willis trembled slightly, with guilt and unwillingness.

"It's okay to hate me, I won't let you go."

There was inexplicable stubbornness in his tone, he gently covered Vesta with a quilt, placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and walked out directly, his figure was lonely.

My god, when on earth will you see me?