It can be heard that Armand's voice is full of joy.
Tan Zhao put the car into gear and started, and the car quickly drove away from the community where Li Wei's home was located. When the car merged into traffic, he said: "Aren't you afraid that the answer you are waiting for is the one you don't want to hear?"
Armand turned his head, and for the first time his foggy eyes had a clear feeling, which proved that he was really looking forward to eternal death: "Then will you let me down?"
Tan Zhao stared straight ahead and suddenly sneered: "Do you look like a soft-hearted person to me?"
The proud vampire was not afraid of the sunlight coming in. Instead, like a child, he stretched out his pale and transparent palms into the sunlight. These hands were so white that the sunlight seemed to be projected through his palms: "No, just like you
When you put it like that, you live too much like an ordinary person."
"Um?"
"Being soft-hearted, isn't it a characteristic that an ordinary person should have?"
Tan Zhao stepped on the brakes, and the car's good braking system showed its excellent performance. It was very hot at the lakeside at the moment, and even the cicadas were hiding among the leaves. There was not even a ghost on the lakeside.
"You suddenly talk a lot."
Armand opened the car door, chuckled and said, "Shen, you shouldn't have too many expectations for a corpse."
Tan Zhao had turned off the engine, got out of the car, and leaned lazily on a big willow tree by the lake: "So?"
Tan Zhao knew how to hide in the shade, but Armand did not. His whole body was bathed in the sun. For a vampire who had not sucked blood for more than five hundred years, it should be an extreme pain, but his expression was very
Calm, calmer than the surface of the lake: "The Vampire Clan shouldn't exist in the first place."
A walking corpse is immortal and has a long-lasting appearance. No matter how glamorous it looks, what can it do?
Tan Zhao choked, "Listen, this guy is not merciless when he attacks his own guys."
Of course, Tan Zhao had already made up his mind as early as on the way to send Li Wei home. He was never indecisive. Now that he had made a decision, he would not give himself room to regret it.
But before that, he had to confess something to Armand.
"What's up?"
Tan Zhao stood up, and the expression on his face became much more serious: "Although you may have heard Cyril mention it, since you have never mentioned it, I still want to tell you."
"My body has been bitten by werewolves and vampires."
Tan Zhao thought Armand knew, but who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, Armand's face showed visible surprise. To be honest, this was a bit beyond Tan Zhao's expectation, which directly led to him not saying the next words.
Armand suddenly said an ancient modal word. Tan Zhao didn't understand the meaning, but intuitively the word definitely meant ridicule.
After a brief moment of exclamation, the vampire prince regained his composure: "Prophet, you are really a prophet."
"Do you mind clarifying my doubts?"
A gorgeous deep male voice soon sounded: "Of course, it's my pleasure."
Werewolves do not have the ability to live forever. The historical information they handed down from generation to generation has been somewhat lost and over-interpreted. By Huo Shao's generation, the prophet has even become a werewolf fairy tale.
As for the vampires, thanks to their good innate conditions, they can be the first witnesses to witness history, but going back to the ancestor level, the only one who truly knows the origin of the "prophet" now is probably Armand.
After listening to Armand's explanation, Tan Zhao finally understood what the "prophet's mission" was.
"Light and reason, it turns out that we can interpret them this way and learn from them."
Death takes the vampires away from the eternal darkness, and also prevents the werewolves from undergoing the transformation on a full moon night.
Tan Zhao smiled and said that the identity of this "prophet" was a harvester of two races, but he liked it. It was just a pity that the wolf cub had only one dream. His childhood dream of a goddess seemed too broken to be put together.
"Your blood is the key to killing vampires."
Tan Zhao: ...Other people's singers are all sweet honey, no matter how bad they are, they are just fried chicken and spicy hotpot, but when it comes to him, they become intestinal poison. Medicine?
"Then they are really right to pursue me. It seems that there are not many people in your clan who understand."
Armand laughed softly, as if he thought of something pleasant: "Let's get started, I can't wait."
Tan Zhao's expression became a little strange: "Do you really want to die?"
"It's not that I want to die, it's just a 'corpse commission'." Armand emphasized again.
What a stubborn corpse.
Tan Zhao couldn't help sighing, then stood up straight and said: "Since there is a simpler method, then... let's get started, but I have a phobia of fangs, would you mind having a real Bloody Mary?"
"Of course I don't mind."
There was a small refrigerator in the car. Tan Zhao opened it and looked for it. He reluctantly scraped together some ingredients and even poured himself a glass of ice water. Then he put his fingers together and tried to make a cut on his palm.
But obviously, the force is not enough.
"Wait a moment."
Hey, it would be great if the little ancestor was here. It is always difficult to be cruel to oneself. Tan tried to change his strength several times before opening a bloody seam in his "copper wall and iron wall".
When the sticky blood dripped into the cup, Armand couldn't help but reveal his fangs. His face became paler, and the sun shone on his face, giving him an inexplicable glaze feeling.
At this moment, all the vampires in City B felt an inexplicable palpitation. Their hearts had been unable to beat for a long time, but at this moment, this desolate heart actually beat.
Abnormality is a demon, and Cyril is not stupid. He immediately went to see the prince, but on the way he received a report from his subordinates, saying that the prince had left an hour ago.
Damn it, Shen Huanying!
Cyril couldn't find Shen Huanying at all, let alone the prince. He checked the closed-circuit televisions of all the streets in City B and checked all possible places, but he couldn't find even a similar figure.
At the same time, the keen sense of smell of the wilder werewolf played a better role. Huo Jinli was arranging for a doctor to examine Ren Xuan, but when he went out, he couldn't help but want to transform into a werewolf. Still in the little ancestor's house
With one claw, he could barely maintain his human form.
"What are you doing?"
The raccoon sniffed gently, and it smelled the familiar smell of merit in the wind. It very wisely chose to keep silent, but the wolf cub was really useless, so it reached out and patted it again.
Hey, I hope the owner will do something smaller this time. He hasn't played enough game consoles yet. Single-player games are not as exciting as online fighting.
But it's a pity that when Tan makes trouble, he never makes it small.
He shook the scarlet liquid gently and then handed it over: "Now, I leave the choice to you."
Under the scorching sun, Armand was rarely in a trance. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, so long that he had forgotten what happened in his life, so long that he no longer had any human feelings, so long that the world had changed.
...When the moment came, he actually felt that it was not quite real.
What is reality and what is fiction? Armand has long been unable to distinguish. If a conscious being cannot even decide its own life or death, then it will become the most miserable creature.
Blood clan, Armand hates the taste of blood. No matter how beautiful and touching it appears, he already hates it from the bottom of his heart.
But at this moment, he surprisingly didn't feel any nausea.
The cup was very cold, and there were icy drops of water on it, but Armand couldn't feel it at all. The ruby-like liquid in front of him had captured all his thoughts, and the devil was tempting him in his ears, tempting him to drink.
Of course, he did it, and he didn't even need the devil's temptation.
Tan Zhao was sitting in the trunk. He didn't know how to describe the scene in front of him. It was very shocking. He had actually heard many stories about "living towards death", but in his nature, he still respected the beauty of life more. This benefited from
At the beginning of his time travel, he met very good friends, who taught him how to live.
But Armand was really relieved. Tan Zhao was even a little worried that if his blood didn't work, the other party would go berserk due to the huge psychological gap.
Fortunately, the identity of the prophet finally played its due role.
The sunshine in the afternoon was extremely strong. In such weather, even humans would not come out to bask in the sun, let alone vampires. Armand did not like the sun, but at this moment, the sunlight falling on him was no longer like a sharp knife.
General pain.
Light is coming at this moment.
He closed his eyes and slowly felt the rapid stripping of power from his body. This did not frighten him. He even liked this feeling. After the last trace of power left his body, his fangs finally faded away.
With his body supported by strength, Armand felt the power of "aging in an instant".
He became rickety and old, and almost instantly, great pain struck him.
"ah--"
The painful and hoarse voice was locked by Tan Zhao's formation by the lake. At the moment when the accumulation exploded, the body belonging to Prince Armand finally turned into powder in the sun. Under the sun, the bright dust floated faintly,
Certain angles reflect a different kind of mottled beauty.
However, Tan Zhao did not miss this beautiful scenery. He stretched out his hand to collect all the dust and collected it in a palm-sized wishing bottle.
Under the cool willow tree, Armand looked at his almost transparent palms and blinked in a rare daze: "Why am I not dead yet?"
Tan Zhao collected the wishing bottle, jumped out of the trunk, walked to the willow tree, and then said: "You are dead."
Armand: "...what did you do?"
"Armand, have you ever heard of the story that willow trees are Yin and can attract Yin spirits?" After Tan Zhao finished speaking, he asked another question, "Do you still want to die now?"
Armand looked at the other party and suddenly fell into silence.