The dark moon hangs high in the sky, and the blood clan's grand duke is dressed in black robes.

His body seemed to blend into the pitch-black night, making no sound as silent as a ghost, making it difficult to detect.

As he moved forward rapidly, razor-sharp nails pressed against Zhuge Gen's aorta. At this moment, there was a smug smile on his lips, and Zhuge Gen, who was controlled, had a somewhat helpless expression.

The scene is a bit strange.

One is a pure Western European, with shining blond hair, a tall nose, sea blue eyes, and a full European aristocratic look.

On the other side was Zhuge Gen, who was wearing a plain blue Taoist robe and a snow-white goatee, and looked like an immortal.

Collision between China and the West?

The two completely different styles made the scene look extremely weird.

Put it on the street and it will definitely attract everyone's attention immediately.

Fortunately, it was dark at the moment, and the security in the Golden Triangle was extremely poor. No one would go out for a walk at night looking for excitement.

"Crack!"

A dull voice sounded, and the Grand Duke of the Blood Race frowned as he moved forward rapidly.

On his pale and bloodless face, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he looked at Zhuge Gen sternly:

"Be honest, what were you doing just now!"

The sharp nails scratched the skin, and hot blood dripped down the vampire's cold nails.

The alluring smell of blood in the air made the vampire grand duke swallow his saliva. He could feel that Zhuge Gen's blood contained abundant energy.

And feel the greedy eyes of the other party?

Zhuge Gen's expression was a little unnatural, and he pointed helplessly at his feet:

"I dropped something, can you let me pick it up?"

Faint moonlight, a country road mixed with dirt and gravel, surrounded by wild grass.

Between the stones and gravel, there was an inconspicuous copper coin lying quietly on the spot, and in Zhuge Gen's hand, there was also a copper coin of a similar style.

Just looking at the copper coins on the ground, the Grand Duke of the Blood Race became a little more alert:

"Are you tipping off someone?"

Zhuge Gen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, his eyes were frank and he said without any threat:

"That's not true. If you don't worry, I can pick it up."

The Grand Duke of the Blood Clan looked a little wary.

Staring at Zhuge Gen, he seemed to want to see something in his eyes.

But after looking at it for a long time, he finally shook his head: "Don't move, I don't know if you can use any tricks. Leave quickly, or I will kill you now."

Before coming here, I heard from the elders of the family that the Taoist priests from the East are monsters that must not be underestimated.

Taoism, formations, Qimen Dunjia, side magic, etc., the challenge of leapfrogging is nothing to them.

And the older a Taoist priest is, the more he cannot be underestimated.

Although it felt a little inappropriate, the vampire grand duke was more worried about what would happen to the other party when he picked up the copper coins.

This was also the reason why he had to directly press his nails on Zhuge Gen's aorta from the beginning, because these Eastern Taoist priests had too many trump cards, and they must not be given time to prepare.

He didn't want to make a big somersault at this time.

However, the Grand Duke of the Blood Race did not realize it.

Just as he continued to move forward with Zhuge Gen, the other party breathed a sigh of relief unnoticeably.

There were three copper coins, and now only one remains.

Although I don’t know if it will be effective, but as far as the current situation is concerned?

This is already the best effort I can do.

After calculating the time, even if there is something to talk about, the boss should finish talking now.

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The village entrance of Heping Town is located in a forest 500 meters away from the train station.

In this broadleaf forest with a large number of ancient trees, a bonfire rises from the cleared ground.

The air humidity in the south is inherently high, and the leaves of the broadleaf forest retain moisture, so the ground underfoot is very wet and muddy, but I don't know whether it is because of the rising bonfire or the shock of Prince Edwards.

There wasn't a single insect in sight around the campfire.

Looking up at the bright moon in the night sky, Prince Edwards held a crystal cup in his hand.

Under the illumination of the flame, the red liquid in the cup glowed with an unsettling viscosity and dark red color.

A breeze blew by, adding a bit of wine aroma to the air. Next to Prince Edwards, lying on the ground was a bottle of aged red wine that had just been opened. There was still about one-third of the wine inside.

Picking up the wine glass, the delicate crystal glass was placed against Edwards's scarlet lips, and two extremely sharp fangs pierced into the dark red wine.

I didn't see my throat twitching, but the wine in the glass was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a frown, Edwards subconsciously saw something not far away.

The firelight was faint, but the human form could still be vaguely seen.

Hanging on an ancient banyan tree with tangled roots was a woman whose clothes had been stripped off. At this moment, the woman's head was facing down, like a fish out of water, and her body was squirming crazily.

But women's behavior is not to break free.

Right in front of her, there was a sleeping child lying on the ground. The child's appearance was roughly similar to that of a woman. He should be a mother and daughter.

The difference is that the little girl is in a coma at this moment.

A vampire archduke flicked out his nails, like sharp razors, across the sleeping innocent face of the little girl.

Not knowing what he was thinking, the vampire grand duke swallowed subconsciously.

But the next moment, his behavior was discovered by another vampire grand duke behind him.

He immediately kicked him and warned in a low voice with stern eyes:

"You damn idiot, what are you thinking about? This is food for His Highness the Prince!"

The low words were like the murmur of an ancient god, and the Grand Duke of the Blood Race could not help but feel a little unnaturally frightened on his face.

It was as if a basin of holy water was poured on my head, instantly dispelling the evil thoughts in my heart.

The vampire grand duke didn't dare to think too much and quickly regained his composure.

A sharp nail popped out from the finger and drew a deep bloody mark on the little girl's snow-white neck.

There is a special anticoagulant on the vampire's nails, which can make the wound on the girl's neck bleed for a long time.

Holding an exquisite kettle, the vampire grand duke grabbed the little girl.

In this way, the blood flowed out one after another and gathered into this exquisite crystal vessel.

The poor mother who was hanging on the tree next to her, unlike the little girl, did not fall asleep. But when she watched her daughter being bled bit by bit, she struggled like crazy.

The body was tied with rough ropes, and the skin of the arms was torn by the ropes.

The blood and minced meat were absorbed by the thick rope, and the color changed from yellow-brown at the beginning to the current red and dark color.

The sharp burrs scraped the woman's flesh like a file. The pain was enough to make the macho man cry, but the woman still kept struggling.

Drool, disheveled hair, hanging bloodshot eyes flashing with pleading.

A desperate plea came from his mouth.

But because his mouth was blocked, he could only hear the sound of "wuwuwu".

Let a mother watch her daughter being killed,

Even a beast cannot do such cruel things.

But the surrounding vampire grand dukes didn't care. There was even a bit of joking and excitement in their eyes, as if this was a very interesting game.

Time passed by bit by bit.

The girl's face gradually turned pale, and the delicate crystal vessel became more and more charming because of the blood.

The mother's body was no longer struggling, and she couldn't tell whether it was saliva or tears, dripping down her forehead and hair. Her empty eyes flashed with despair, and there was also a trace of uncomfortable helplessness and hatred.

The Grand Duke of the Blood Tribe ignored this blood meal.

After the last drop of the little girl's blood was drained, her body was discarded casually like garbage.

The pale corpse fell into the leaves and soil, with blood splashing from the neck smeared on the face, and a pair of empty eyes looking at the sky.

In the cold moonlight, the Grand Duke of the Blood Race held the vessel in his hands.

He carefully walked to Prince Edwards, followed the spout of the vessel, and poured fresh hot blood into the red wine bottle. As he shook his wrist gently, the blood gradually merged with the wine.

Finally, there was a strange smell in the air.

It has a bit of fishy smell of blood, but also has a bit of the unique smell of red wine.
Chapter completed!