Mr. Huo nodded without hesitation: "Yes, otherwise what do you think?"
"Then thank you for being so candid."
"You're welcome, but speaking of which, I also have a question for you."
Tan Zhao turned around: "What's the problem?"
Huo Jinli pointed to the vaccine list on the table: "Your skin can't even be punctured with a knife now. Are you sure you can still get this last shot of vaccine?"
...Oh Minato, forgot about this!
Speaking of which, when he went to the hospital to get vaccinated the day after he arrived, it was obviously very smooth, but why did he become invulnerable later? Is it because it takes time for vampire and werewolf blood to react in his body?
This doesn’t make sense. He directly melted the blood from both sides that night. If the needle couldn’t go in, the needle would have broken out. Could it be that the nurse who gave him the injection was particularly skilled? Or was it?
Was he just feeling lonely?
"What are you thinking about?"
"I want to get an injection."
There was no way we could continue talking today, so Huo Jinli picked up the car keys and shook them: "It's almost time. I'm hungry. I'll take you to work after I eat."
"That's a good feeling."
Mr. Huo couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "You have such a bad temper, it's really blinding your face."
Tan Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Why, are you jealous of my youth?"
"Ah, stop adding drama to yourself and hurry up!"
Compared with real pure-blood werewolves, Huo Zaizai obviously prefers the human side. Although he didn't say it in words, Tan Zhao had eyes and could see Huo Jinli's attitude towards this matter, and the other party didn't even ask.
What happened to Fengli?
After eating the feast invited by Mr. Huo, Tan Zhao went to work at Blues on time.
Sunday night was a carnival for social animals. The blues' business was particularly good tonight. No non-humans came to the door. Tan Zhao was like a fish in water, and he made a considerable amount of money from tips in one night.
Hey, I didn’t expect that he would one day rely on his reputation for a living.
System: Bah!
[I know, you are just jealous of me.]
The most indispensable thing in the bar is wine. The night is almost over, the smell of alcohol permeates the whole blues, and the self-indulgent urban men and women are also coming out of the dance floor. At this time, it is almost time for Tan Zhao to call it a day.
"Have a glass of whiskey."
Tan Zhao looked up when he heard a familiar voice and said, "Master Huo, it's so late, you're not here to take me home, are you?"
"liquor."
Customers are God, so Tan Zhao poured him a glass of wine very happily: "...can you drink it?"
This was simply an insult to his physique as a werewolf. Mr. Huo performed a ton on the spot.
"Drink slowly, it's easy to get drunk from this wine. What, are you worried about something?"
The unknown regular customers who gathered around the audience: from the arrogant Western nobleman to the cold beauty who is the flower of the mountains, to the golden retriever puppy, fuck, I really want Brother Lee’s dating list!
When Huo Jinli looked up again, his eyes were already a little hazy. He looked at Shen Huanying for a long time, and finally couldn't help but cursed: "You are a disaster!"
"... Mr. Huo, you are drunk."
Huo Jinli started muttering to himself with a glass of wine and ignored anyone. It happened that Tan Zhao was off work, so he greeted the regular customers, changed his clothes, and then left with Mr. Huo.
Who knew that his car would be stopped not long after he drove out.
To be more precise, the person who stopped him was not a human, but a vampire.
Five vampires directly surrounded his car. It was almost midnight, and there was drizzle in the sky. Because the road was remote, it was apparently inexplicably quiet at this moment.
But yes, he is the only human being in this area, so how can it be silent?
Every day, they either kidnap someone at their door or conduct surprise attacks along the way. They are really treated like his little toy.
Tan Zhao shifted gears and got out of the cab.
"Are you Shen Huanying?"
Tan Zhao laughed: "I thought it was polite to introduce yourself before asking other people's names. A few of you are still hiding your head and tail in the middle of the night. Isn't it embarrassing?"
What does it mean to take action at the slightest disagreement? This is it.
The horror of vampires lies in their strong physical strength and almost immortal ability. As long as there is no holy water, they will not die. Cyril is a fourth-generation vampire, and his power is already very tyrannical. But when Fu Yi fought, Tan Zhao discovered that these five Every one of them is above Cyril.
Above the fourth generation, there are only three generations left. To round up an ordinary person like him and dispatch five third-generation vampires, he is quite respectable.
After Tan Zhao blocked all surveillance, he simply got a sword from space.
Since you can't talk well, it's better to have a good fight with him. It just so happens that he's not in a good mood recently, so the sparring that comes to his door will be useless if he doesn't practice.
Huo Jinli woke up dazedly and saw his car parked in the middle of the road, and he was sitting in the passenger seat. Damn it? How could he be here? Who dares?
Just as he was about to climb into the cab and drive home, he smelled the strong odor of alcohol on his own breath.
Forget it, let's call a driver. Mr. Huo took out his mobile phone slowly. Just as he was about to call the driver, he saw in the mirror... Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Huo Shao was half awake from the wine, but he was completely sober in an instant!
Is it a lie? Is he dreaming? Is this Shen Huanying? Shen Huanying eats spinach and turns into Popeye? And what is going on with that weird sword? Why does it glow!
He was so shocked that he got out of the car. A vampire saw a wolf cub and attacked him directly.
Huo Jinli was caught off guard. He only had half a chance of escaping against Cyril, let alone a mature third-generation vampire. As soon as they met, the female vampire clamped his throat.
"do not move!"
When Huo Jinli heard this, he moved even more fiercely. Werewolves and vampires are enemies. Even if they are mixed blood, the blood in their bones will never allow them to be restricted by vampires.
But the powerful vampire directly squeezed Huo Jinli's neck. With the wolf quality, he had the capital to negotiate. Halfway through the fight, Tan Zhao was forced to interrupt the "vegetarian abuse tour".
But it was only interrupted for a moment. Before the vampire could beep, Tan Zhao raised his sword and destroyed it. The sword was filled with hot energy, just like the scorching sun. No vampire is not afraid of the sun. Although the three generations of vampires were tyrannical, their instinctive fear of sunlight caused them to lose the opportunity in an instant. Seeing that the other party had revealed a flaw, Tan Zhao stretched out his hand to grab Mr. Huo behind his back, and then raised his sword horizontally with a rather arrogant smile on his face: "It's not good to play dirty tricks if you can't beat them."
The rescued Huo Jinli:...!!!!What was that trick just now? He wants to learn it!
"You——Mr. Shen, we have no ill intentions towards you."
Tan Zhao snorted, obviously not believing it: "Cyril said the same thing after I defeated him. Can you change your words? I'm tired of hearing it."
Arrogant and tyrannical, Shen Huanying showed his sharpness at this time. With the power that Shen Huanying has shown now, unless the blood prince comes in person, with the current combat power of the blood clan and werewolves, even if they are besieged, it seems that... they can't be defeated. .
At this moment, Huo Jinli suddenly believed that Shen Huanying was the legendary prophet.
However, he didn’t know that Tan Zhao’s word hit the vampire. The female vampire who took the lead in taking off her hood suddenly showed a very complicated expression on her face. She was silent for a moment before speaking: "You are Cyril's singer. You actually did this to him?"
Mr. Huo: "Damn it! Shen Huanying, you guys..."
Who is the singer? He is the destined partner of the vampire! Hawking was so surprised that he almost ate a wolf's claw. Is it so exciting?
Just as the saying goes, Cao Cao is here. Just when Tan Zhao was about to ask more questions, a Land Rover drifted rapidly towards the end of the road and stopped in the middle of the two parties. The driver who got off the car was none other than Cyril.
Then, the eyes of everyone present fell on Cyril.
Cyril:...Why are you looking at him like this?
"I heard that I am your singer?" This voice almost came out from the gap between Tan Zhao's teeth. It was like gnashing of teeth, which showed that Tan Zhao was in a complicated mood at the moment.
Cyril was sure that if he dared to nod, Shen Huanying might dare to drain his blood, and when facing the gaze of the Presbyterian Council's sanctions team, he finally showed a trace of guilt.
Is Shen Huanying his singer? Of course not, that was just a way for him to invite the Presbyterian Church to come to the East. But if Cyril had known about Shen Huanying's abnormal physique, he would never have said such a thing. A lie that can be exposed immediately.
"This is a long story."
Tan Zhao fiddled with his sword: "To make a long story short, you see that your parents are coming to beat the couple, so you have to express your gratitude, right?"
How to express it? When Cyril was about to cry, Armand finally got out of the car.
The aura of the vampire prince came together, and all the vampires knelt on the ground devoutly, including Cyril.
Armand's face was as pale as ever, and the raindrops hitting him seemed to have coated him with a thin layer of mist. Even if it was a feud, Hawking had to admit that the blood prince's magnanimity was indeed extraordinary.
"What compensation do you want?"
How about a man who can be a prince? After fighting the small one, the big one came. Obviously, this fight can't be fought. Tan Zhao put his sword back into its sheath and said: "As long as you don't bother me, it will be fine tonight." I will send the bill to Cyril."
After speaking, he showed a kind smile to Cyril.
Armand suddenly laughed softly, but even though he smiled, his face was still pale and numb: "Okay."
Although vampires and werewolves are few in number, their individual strength and appearance are far superior to humans. When facing humans, they all have an inexplicable sense of superiority. Tan Zhao does not like to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers. Compared with this, he He prefers to see others trying to plot against him but unable to do so.
When the truth does not make sense, strength is the ticket to any negotiation. In the red-eye mode that all vampires are afraid of, Tan Zhao raised his sword and spoke calmly, and only Armand could hear what he said: "You Do you firmly believe that I can kill you because I am a prophet?"