They all call me master

Seeing that Ms. Changye seemed to have forgotten that incident, the 'Descendant of Blood' had a self-deprecating smile on her lips.

“For you, it doesn’t matter, maybe it’s just convenient.

But to me, your effort is worth remembering. "

The 'Descendant of Blood' changed his address from 'you' to 'you', which seemed more and more polite, but the people around him who saw this scene could see the unfamiliarity in it.

Of course Arthur did it on purpose.

How could the ‘Blood Descendant’ owe Malinda a favor?

Arthur just needs an excuse to divert trouble.

Without giving Ms. Chang Ye a chance to think or speak, the 'Descendant of Blood' just raised her left hand——

call!

It's like the polar north wind rushing in.

The extremely cold air appeared in the hands of the 'Descendant of Blood' with a touch of palpitating white.

The cold temperatures started to take hold.

People around him shivered unconsciously.

Starting from where the 'Descendant of Blood' stood, frost appeared on the ground and spread in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Crunch, crunch.

The sound of freezing was heard endlessly, and the breath appeared in everyone's mouth and nose. Some people who were closer to the 'descendant of blood' had already begun to freeze on their hair.

In just an instant, the climate on Moon Street has changed from early autumn to late winter.

And it’s the depth of winter that South Los Angeles has never experienced before!

This is rumored to be a cold that can only occur further north in North County!

Everyone knows that the 'Blood Clan' can use the power of frost.

But no one has truly experienced the power of ice used by the 'Blood Clan'.

However, at this moment, they realized it!

Almost everyone has one sentence that comes to mind from the bottom of their hearts——

Winter has arrived!

Everyone was shocked by this power, but immediately, many people thought of the transaction just now, and eagerness appeared in their eyes.

Even in the dead of winter, he is still very enthusiastic.

Especially since Freeman has gained his own 'real power' and can no longer just borrow the weak power in the ring, he can also feel the terror and... yearning of this 'power of the same origin'. .

Without any hesitation, Freeman knelt down on one knee and lowered his head to the 'Bloodspawn' to show respect.

Even if the 'Blood Descendant' does not recognize him as a 'Blood Descendant', this does not prevent him from following the 'Blood Descendants' tradition - the created 'Blood Descendants' will treat their creators as if they were their fathers. Respect.

The 'Blood Descendants' saw it.

But, don't care.

Arthur knew very well what the other party wanted.

That's power!

Extremely simple power!

Respect?

It's just based on this power.

Moreover, compared to the power that the other party wants, Arthur wants to know how the other party can save his life in the meantime - the other party is not a fool. Although he is a chess piece, he must know what he has done. That is not enough to die ten times. Behavior, if there was no way to save his life, he would have been panicking at this time, how could he still perform to him here?

There was curiosity in his heart, but Arthur's actions did not stop -

Frost is gathering continuously.

The extremely cold temperature has completely enveloped the entire Moon Street.

‘It is indeed the power of frost obtained with more than half of the ‘blood’ of the [Delicate Human Puppet]’s body.

The effect is really good! ’

With such a sigh, the five fingers of the 'Descendant of Blood' left hand began to clench inward, and a crystal clear arrow appeared in everyone's eyes.

When everyone's attention was attracted by the arrow, the voice of 'The Descendants of Blood' sounded again.

"The guy you're looking for is right there!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the arrow in the hand of the 'Descendant of Blood' flew straight in one direction.

Whoosh!

The violent crackling sound made people's scalp numb.

This is not the Level 1 [Arrow Guidance Technique].

But the power of [Blood Son].

Power bought with blood!

Everyone's eyes followed the ice crystal arrow, and then——

"Auburn!"

A slightly sinister voice suddenly appeared, and a figure appeared in everyone's field of vision, but no one could see the other person's face or figure clearly.

What the other party has is just a vague human form.

Moreover, as soon as this figure appeared, it quickly retreated.

The speed was so fast that he exited 100 meters almost instantly.

But he was still being chased by the ice crystal arrows.

The power of frost of the 'Blood Clan' is not just about extreme coldness.

And tracking!

It's obvious that the other person knows this.

He stopped just after exiting a hundred meters, and a stream of pale air spurted out from the opponent's cuffs.

Dead silence!

The moment this pale air flow appeared, a hundred meters in radius fell into absolute silence.

There is no sound.

There is no life either.

The weeds withered, the birds disappeared, and the beasts turned into skeletons.

It seemed as if the earth and the sky were going to die at this moment.

die!

Everyone is afraid of death, but no one can accurately describe death. But at this moment, when they see the scene in front of them, everyone feels that this is the true face of death.

These people, who are filled with fear and are aroused by greed, look at death itself.

One by one, their eyes began to lose their luster.

The heart has completely lost its vitality.

The whole person became numb.

It was stumbling towards there like a zombie.

But the next moment——

boom!

The ice crystal arrow hit this dead silence.

When the arrow tip touched the edge of deathly silence, ripples began to spread, getting bigger and wider.

Until it breaks.

The dead silence was shattered.

The ice crystal arrow also shattered.

The ice crystals in the sky turned into falling snowflakes, falling on this dead land.

Snow covered the pale.

It's like a body covered by heavy snow.

The remaining stalkers who were awakened by the explosion, with fear, greed, and death intertwined in their hearts, stared at this scene blankly, unable to speak for a long time.

Some of the more fragile ones have begun to cry and cry bitterly.

It’s not that they are not tough enough, it’s that they have experienced too much in a short period of time.

When I saw the white snow, it was as if I saw my own body buried in the snow.

Despair and regret mixed together.

Only crying can let everything out.

However, the matter is not over yet——

Smoke billows and the night stretches across the sky.

One after another, the undead rushed towards the white snow.

They brandished their weapons and followed the target with silent howls.

The lady in the air stared intently at the figure of the other party.

After confirming that the guy standing behind Freeman was the bastard who provoked her several times, the lady of the night immediately had a choice.

After all, compared to the 'Descendants of Blood' who had a slightly friendly relationship with him and was able to make amends, soften, and even pull him into his own camp later on, this bastard of the 'Dead Poets Society' was the one who really deserved to die.

'Good night'

The 'Descendant of Blood' looked at the battle in the distance and sincerely sent his blessings from the bottom of his heart.

Then, the figure turned into a mist and disappeared.

Fear disappears, death is far away, and greed is temporarily subdued.

The stalkers collapsed on the spot and gasped.

They were all thankful for their remaining lives.

They were completely unaware that the four invisible [Hands of Nothingness] were sweeping every part of the battlefield at a jaw-dropping speed.