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With the conversation between the two, they have come to the real banquet hall.

The moment they opened the door and entered, the deafening music flooded Emerson and Amelia.

It is roughly estimated that there is a hall the size of a football field, and the colorful lights on the ceiling are scattered, illuminating the vampires and humans who are ecstasy and shaking their bodies in colorful colors!

Emerson, who quietly blended into the crowd with Amelia, shook his body in a coping manner while observing the nearby decorations.

The size of the hall is large, but the decoration style is like a sealed swimming pool. There is an inconspicuous shower head next to each light source on the ceiling.

The walls and floor around the hall are covered with pure white tiles, which reflect various colors of light under the light.

For those who don't know the details, this is a special dance floor with a unique style and full of strange experiences.

But for an insider like Emerson, this place is a large feeding ground, and everything is prepared for the upcoming feast of blood.

"It's almost there, news from Ruiwen."

After Amelia glanced down at her Elf Illustrated Book, she reminded Emerson aloud.

Fortunately, she was always by Emerson's side, otherwise, in this environment, it would be difficult for Emerson to hear her voice even if he had excellent hearing.

"No hurry, the situation may be a little different from what we thought."

Emerson glanced at Amelia and told her not to rush.

After looking at the surrounding environment, Emerson turned his attention to the vampires in the field.

And this observation, he really found something different.

Although the vampires around seemed to have fallen into frenzy, after careful observation, Emerson found that the eyes of these seemingly frantic vampires were very calm, completely different from their appearance!

If it was just one or two, it wouldn't cause Emerson's vigilance, but almost all the vampires he had observed were like this.

In Emerson's view, there must be a problem!

Chapter 190 Mother and Child Take All!

(This chapter is posted in the wrong order, friends can read the next chapter first, please forgive me!)

And following his words, a beautiful and sexy woman came up from behind him and stood quietly beside him!

"how is this possible!"

The moment the woman appeared, Dao Feng's expression suddenly changed, his expression was unbelievable!

He was very familiar with the people who appeared beside Deacon Firth!

That was his long-dead mother, the woman who, after being bitten by a vampire, insisted on giving birth to him before letting go.

That has always occupied a large place in his heart, and it is the root of his belief in hunting vampires!

Dao Feng clearly saw his mother, those two sharp canine teeth.

It's still not clear, the mother who died in his heart has become a vampire, the vampire he hates the most!

"It's you! You did all of this, right!"

Dao Feng, whose faith was gradually collapsing, suddenly looked at the smiling Deacon Firth, and asked angrily!

"Such a beautiful woman, how could I be willing to let her die?"

"Are you saying what I did was right, my dear son?"

Blade did not answer Dicken Firth's question, he had already turned his attention back to his mother.

Dao Feng is very familiar with his mother's appearance, and the photos of his mother are his only spiritual sustenance so far.

But now that his mother really appeared in front of him, he felt extremely struggling and absurd!

"Your body is also flowing, the blood of the great blood."

"Sunwalker!"

Deacon Firth looked at the blade in this state, and showed a satisfied smile. He stared at the blade in front of him, gradually amplified his voice, and finally shouted these three words!

If he was not completely sure, how could Deacon Firth show up easily to deal with the vampire hunter, Blade Warrior.

He really didn't expect that his random whim back then would bring him such a big harvest.

No one knew how excited he was when he learned of Blade's true identity.

Then he made this plan to trap Blade, waiting for the long-awaited daywalker to step into the trap carefully prepared for him.

Daywalker, a variant of the vampire, is an indispensable and important element in the plan he has prepared for many years!

His purpose this time was not to kill the Blade Warrior, but to capture him alive!

"Oh, my mother is dead, she will never let herself become a monster."

After muttering to himself, Dao Feng's gaze gradually recovered, and a trace of deep killing intent began to surge in his heart.

After all, he has experienced many battles, and he has encountered many dangerous scenes. This time, because his mother was involved, his heart was shaken.

But after a period of buffering, Dao Feng finally recovered his usual calmness, and reason once again took the top spot in his heart.

"Let's act, let him understand that his strength is not that strong."

Deacon Firth looked very bored, and waved his hand casually, signaling that the tight vampires who had already surrounded the blades caught him.

Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, let alone a situation where there is no room to punch.

Although the blade roared again and again, the weapons in his hands were switched one after another, and the vampires also suffered a lot of casualties.

But when he was in a trance just now, the vampires had completely suppressed his room for movement, and he didn't even have a chance to pull out the long knife on his back.

When the rifle didn't have time to reload, he could only use the silver cone on his waist to attack, but in the face of the vampires who came forward, he was still outnumbered, and was crushed by the vampires who were like arhats.

"what!"

Under a hill made of vampires, only one head can still see the blade, looking at Dickon Firth walking in front of him, roaring unwillingly!

"Hahaha, is this the Sunwalker that makes those old immortals afraid?"

"I don't think so!"

Deacon Firth squatted down, patted Dao Feng's dark cheek lightly with his palm, and mocked with disdain.

However, one could tell from his words that the object of his ridicule was not the subdued blade warrior in front of him, but some vampire elders who had been pressing on his head.

"Sunwalker, I got you after all."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to surrender, I just need to get your people."

"Hahaha!"

Deacon Firth's palm changed from a light slap to a gentle caress, as if the smooth top of Blade's head was some rare treasure, which made him a little bit fond of it!

After signaling his subordinates to tie up the blade, Deacon Firth couldn't help laughing as he got up.

"He, I'm afraid this is not love!"

The development of the plot can still be accepted by Amelia, but the perverted scene of Deacon Firth stroking the blade made the well-informed female vampire suddenly think of some peculiar hobbies.

"Hiss, mother and child take all!"

Before Emerson could answer, Amelia, who had a big brain, glanced at Mother Daofeng, and added a conclusion that made people think!

"I think it's a pity not to write certain novels with your thinking mode!"

Emerson, who knew why Deacon Firth would do this, was already powerless to complain about this female vampire who turned into something indescribable.

This instinctive reaction of seeing the subtlety is not a female leader at all, okay!

"Don't think about it, it's time for us to play."

Emerson was not interested in continuing to discuss this strange issue with Amelia, and continued with the steps just now.

Just now he was ready to show his body and start his own plan to catch vampires.

It's a pity that the changes in the scene were so fast that he couldn't help watching the play for a while.

The story of mother and child meeting, enemy meeting, I really can't bear to disturb it.

But Dao Feng is obviously unlucky, and his mother obviously doesn't take him seriously.

I didn't see how he was beaten, but what about his mother, he still looked plain, as if the person who was beaten was not his son.

Not to mention that the mother and son recognized each other and wept bitterly, they didn't even look at Dao Feng, only Dao Feng was yelling at his mother in a broken look.

Emerson has decided that he must give this show a bad review in a while, the actors are so unprofessional!

Now all the vampires present were paying attention to Blade and Deacon Firth in the field, and they didn't notice Emerson's approach at all.

The two wandered leisurely into the crowd and walked towards the center of the crowd.

"Noisy..."

Just as he was about to arrive, Emerson was about to speak.

"kill him!"

The sudden shout interrupted him again, and the vampires seemed to have received some kind of order, and swarmed towards the center again!

Chapter 191 Deacon Firth

After being reminded by Emerson, Amelia also discovered the same problem.

Even, she thought of more than Emerson.

Even if they are not of the same ancestor, they are still of the same race after all. Amelia is very clear that this is a trap.

If the blood is appropriate, it can also be defined as an ingredient.

But a large amount of blood is like heroin to the blood race, enough to make them completely hallucinated.

And for the blood clans who have been waiting for the feast of blood for a long time, such eyes are absolutely abnormal, and only the trap of ambushing someone can make sense.

"Here is a trap, I think it may be for the day walker."

After thinking about it, Amelia came to her own conclusion.

Emerson's action was completely improvised, not to mention that the blood race got the news in advance, even she only knew not long ago that the target of the trap could not be their group.

And excluding his group, the Blade Warrior who was stopped by Natasha just now is undoubtedly the best candidate.

As the target of countless blood races who are eager to be torn alive, it is reasonable to say that it is reasonable to organize an ambush that looks like a feast of blood.

"Wait a little longer and see what they are preparing."

Emerson felt that there was barely enough time, so he decided to wait a bit before doing it, at least until the vampire in charge came out.

As for waiting until the end of the matter before doing it, it is absolutely impossible.

If this was normal, Emerson would still be interested, but the candle spirit far away in the center of the elves is waiting, and he doesn't have much time to delay.

Just as Emerson and Amelia continued to camouflage, the blades they thought were the ambush targets had all been set up and were rushing towards the hall.

At this time, the Blade Warrior was fully armed, holding a modified old-fashioned rifle upside down in his hand, and a sharp silver cone with a cold glow around his waist.

An ammunition belt full of silver bullets was slung across his solid body, and behind his back was a slender long knife with a black handle.

Although the material of the blade cannot be seen due to the obstruction of some scabbards, due to the identity and purpose of the blade, it is not difficult to guess that this should also be a long silver blade.

Silent Blade held a gun in one hand and a silver awl in the other.

A body as vigorous as a cheetah jumped out in an instant, and when he stood firm again, the two vampires patrolling ahead had turned into ashes and scattered.

Dao Feng, who was already about to attack, would naturally no longer hide and hide like before. He was about to start his own killing.

Just when Dao Feng was consciously chic, he didn't know that his behavior had long been seen by the owner of this place.

Deacon Firth captured the process of the blade attacking and killing his subordinates through the miniature camera that had been arranged long ago.

"It seems that our friend has come, let us welcome him too."

Deacon Firth chuckled, as if he didn't see the death of his subordinates.

His blood feast today was prepared for Dao Feng. Now that the real master has come, he, the host, can no longer hide behind the scenes.

With the departure of Deacon Firth, the hall where Emerson was sitting had undergone a surprising change.

All the shower nozzles next to the colorful lights slowly started to rotate, and drops of blood began to fall.

As the rotation speed of the shower nozzle became faster and faster, the blood sprayed evenly across every corner of the hall like a torrential rain.

"It's not pure human blood, it's mixed with water."

Immediately after the blood fell, Emerson and Amelia dodged and hid under the gate pass. Looking at the bloody hall, his nose trembled slightly and said.