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

"Willis, I..." Vesta was stunned when he saw a completely different person in front of him, his heart throbbed subconsciously, and he called him subconsciously.

Surrounded by people who were fighting vampires, and in front of him was his lover who was a little delirious, as if everything was forcing him to make a choice, making his mind swell like a needle.

Shixia looked at the two confronting each other on the steps, and casually twisted a vampire's neck, "Beauty, a lover, and a citizen, who do you think he will choose?"

The bat that Chu Yixi turned into was on his shoulders at this moment, and his claws tightly clasped his clothes so as not to be thrown out by his movements, "He doesn't have to choose."

Chu Yixi stared at the two, "Willis has already done it for him."

Willis looked at the people below indifferently, and when he looked at him, his face changed, and he showed a smile.

The delicate and arrogant young man showed a dazzling smile. His dark red suit was wrapped around his slender body, and his whole body seemed to be shining, but unfortunately he was not suitable to stand under the light.

Vista was dazzled by such a person, and couldn't help walking towards him, but was drawn back by the screams behind him.

No matter how strong human beings are, they can't fight against hordes of unconscious monsters, clutching their wounds and howling, and even having their arms bitten off.

For a while, the smell of blood was everywhere, with sticky blood, which made the vampires walking around at night start their carnival.

"Vesta, I can tell you a way to destroy them instantly."

Willis tilted his head to look at him, his eyes filled with nostalgia and undetectable sadness deep inside.

He leaned close to the god's neck, and although the vampire had no body temperature, his breath was warm, spraying all over Vesta's ears.

With a lingering tone, he murmured like a sympathizer, "The blood on their bodies is provided by me. As you said, killing the source will restore everything to normal."

So... my gods, it's time for you to do it.

"No!" Vesta didn't even want to refuse directly.

The face of Willis in front of him that fascinated him strangely merged with the scene he glimpsed.

Xiang was driven by a big hand to a direction he couldn't refuse, and he couldn't help but squat down, trying to isolate everything in this way.

"You can, after all, I caused you to become like this, you should hate me, shouldn't you?"

Willis knelt down on one knee in front of him, and reached out to lift a lock of his long hair, "You are a god, you shouldn't be so weak."

Vesta opened his hand, and the eye circles were slightly red, which made Willis a little helpless. He had never seen his god cry, although the corners of his eyes were only red.

Vesta took a deep look at him and twisted the corners of his mouth tightly, turned around and walked down to start destroying the vampires.

Willis's gentle eyes changed back instantly, looking helplessly at Vesta who was dancing the dance of the gods below, "Why are you so disobedient?"

He covered his face and smiled, but the transparent water marks slipped from the corners of his eyes involuntarily, and then his expression remained expressionless.

Countless vampires were finally wiped out, and everyone was panting in place. Before they could be happy, someone noticed that the distance had turned into darkness again.

"Why is it still there!" Someone couldn't help but collapse, and his face turned ashen.

Elimination of these has been exhausted, they have nearly all their strength, and they have suffered heavy losses. Once again, they will almost all be buried here and become the nourishment for the flowers.

Willis dodged to pull Vesta, who was already pale, with a tone of concession, "Since you don't want to kill me, let's fight. If you win, I will destroy all these things."

Vesta's eyes lit up, but he didn't realize that this was a trap full of loopholes, so he nodded in agreement.

A god, a blood clan, two people who are completely on the opposite side are evenly matched in a fight.

White and red are intertwined, colliding to create a gorgeous color, and the fight between the two is almost thrilling.

Willis could feel that Vesta had almost used all his strength, but he was always considerate and not straightforward enough.

When he was about to put his hand on Vesta's neck to knock him down, his cheek suddenly felt a touch of heat, and after a moment of divine effort, he lay down on the ground.

"You... will the gods still play tricks?" Willis touched the warm spot on his face, and looked up at Vesta above him.

Vesta pursed her lips and said nothing, but her ears were surprisingly hot, and her tone was a bit stuttering, "You, you didn't say no, you lost."

The people below were so shocked by this scene that they seemed to be able to stuff an egg into their mouths, and they were all in a daze.

"Well, I lost." Willis pinched his face and sighed silently.

He lowered his eyes, making it difficult to see the expression inside.

Before Vesta could be happy, he saw the pupils of the person below him constrict suddenly, and then he pulled him down.

Blood, bright red blood flowed from the blade, dripping on Vesta's face who hadn't reacted yet.

"Damn it, you should all die!" A sharp female voice came from behind, with madness.

Lina's hair was disheveled at this time, and her long, smooth and supple hair was tied in knots, and she even gave off a stench. Her clothes were also tattered, and she didn't have the holy look of the saint at all.

Since she was driven out that day, she used the dagger she got from Vesta to kill the priest who wanted to suck her dry, and the vampire who was attracted by the smell of blood, and hid all the way, in extreme embarrassment.

It shouldn't be like this, she is a saint, admired by others, and everyone is looking at her, they should all die!

Vesta just stared blankly at the knife point on Willis' chest, letting the blood drip on his face, and his heart stopped suddenly.

There was some relief between Willis' brows, and he pinched Lena's neck with his backhand and threw her down.

Bloodlines have the ability to heal themselves, and can recover quickly even if they are scratched by iron objects. Unfortunately, Willis is not a real bloodline.

Vesta finally came to his senses, hugged him in his arms, and looked for Tokatsu's figure in a panic.

"Shixia! Please, let Chu Yixi save him!"

Tokia looked at him and shook his head, expressing that there was nothing he could do.

His tears flowed down unconsciously, and his eyes were full of powerlessness and bewilderment.

Like a child who can't find his way in the forest, he only knows to hug the person in his arms tightly.

It shouldn't be like this, he obviously won, Willis shouldn't have died.

"Vesta." The person in his arms called him suddenly, causing Vesta to look down quickly, "I'm here, I'll be fine."

Willis looked at him, his red eyes became clear for a while, "You are a god, you should not be disturbed by external factors, your people are still there, aren't they?"

"I only want you, don't scare me."

Vesta was really scared. He didn't understand what he was thinking about at the beginning. It seemed that losing the person in his arms made him more painful and suffocating.

"Vesta, I don't love you anymore." Willis smiled at him, his eyes gradually weakened, and finally closed those beautiful jewel-like eyes.

It's a lie not to love you, who made my love for you deep in my bones.

The crowd of vampires around them all turned into black smoke and dissipated the moment that delicate person closed his eyes.

The sun shone brightly on a place that had been surrounded by darkness for a long time, making people cry and cheer loudly.

Vista knelt on the high platform, as if petrified, his eyes only knew to stare at the person in his arms, his heart seemed to be pierced mercilessly by countless tiny needles, although it was not fatal, it made people unable to speak in pain.

His lover died, and the last words he said to him were that he didn't love him anymore.

"How could you not love me? You just fell asleep, fell asleep... Willis, I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you to wake up."

Vesta placed a pious kiss on his forehead.

God's punishment will come when he loses his lover and eventually becomes heartless instead of the mild-mannered man who tried to fulfill all the wishes of his people.

Innocence can't make a person grow up, only by paying a heavy enough price can you let him see the truth of the world clearly.

Like the current Vesta.