The more powerful a being is, the less he can bear to be restrained by force, and Armand is obviously not an exception.
Speaking of which, those who obtain the "sieged city" of immortality are willing to give up everything to get out, and once upon a time, they were also one of those who wanted to get in crazily.
In a sense, Tan Zhao is actually in a very subtle middle ground. Perhaps after a long, long time, he is tired of this kind of life and may choose to stop.
The words "immortality" sound wonderful, but time is cruel, and it will give the "betrayer" the most straightforward and harsh punishment. Those who abandon time will eventually be abandoned by time.
Armand was in a very relaxed state. He broke away from his identity as a vampire. After a brief period of discomfort, he quickly learned to control his current soul body and regained a little sense of peace as a human being.
This kind of Armand makes Cyril very strange, so strange that if it weren't for the same voice and the same face, he would not be able to recognize her at all.
"Are you...going to abandon us?"
This sentence also asked the voice of all the vampires, both overt and covert. If the vampires did not have the prince, then the binding force of the convention would be reduced. The three generations of vampires would become the top of the pyramid of the vampires, which means that the elders would control the entire vampires and no one else.
It's not a good phenomenon for you.
Tan Zhao raised his head and looked at the setting sun. In summer, the sunset is always slightly later than usual. The twilight surrounds the entire mountain. The horizon is a fiery red halo, and nearby... is the dark red eyes of the vampires.
It was at this moment that his cell phone rang at an inappropriate time.
Only then did Tan Zhao realize that tonight seemed to be a night of full moon.
He answered the phone, and his grandma's voice sounded on the other end: "Feeder, please pay!"
"..." Why did he have a feeling that this was indeed the case, "Have you eaten or drank because of the wolf cub's shortcomings? Oh, by the way, today is a full moon night, so keep an eye on him."
"Okay, two game consoles."
In such a serious environment, Tan Zhao couldn't help but smile, "As for you, the game console is the currency unit?"
"One is fine."
In the end, Tan Zhao paid for the game console and gave him a few instructions.
When he hung up the phone, the last ray of light from the sky fell into the sea, and was replaced by the cold moon disk. He didn't know if it was Tan Zhao's imagination, but he felt that the moon tonight was really round.
At this point, the initiative is completely in Tan Zhao's hands. Even if the vampires want to save their prince, Armand is not like this.
Cyril has become much calmer, at least his eyes are no longer as red as before.
"Shen Huanying, what exactly do you want to do?"
Tan Zhao pointed to the outside of the mountain and asked: "It's not what I want to do, but what you want to do, kidnap my friends and disrupt my life. Ask yourself, can't you stop this?"
"No, you can, Cyril. Just because you live in the east does not mean you are weak. In the confrontation between you and me, you kept testing my bottom line, or you were testing me to see if I was the person you were rumored to be.
Prophet."
Cyril met Shen Huanying's eyes. He had seen this look once before in the Blues. It was deep and sharp. It was the look of a strong man, and he should not ignore it at that time.
A strong man whose bottom line was challenged, what did he do?
"So, you just..."
Tan Zhao shook his head: "Of course not. Although I am not a good person, I am not despicable. In this matter, I just accepted a 'corpse commission'. If you also want to, you are welcome to place an order. But I will not accept the order." , it’s my business.”
Corpse commission?
Cyril's eyes widened. Is that what he thought?
Before he could understand it, a small transparent glass bottle was stuffed into his hand, half filled with blood-colored liquid. Under the moonlight, it had a coquettish beauty. Almost involuntarily, he took off the soft stopper on it.
In an instant, a domineering and overwhelming smell of blood rushed directly to his forehead, instantly suffocating his thinking.
If Shen Huanying hadn't put the cork back in for him, he might have drank the wine inside at this moment.
"What's this?"
Tan Zhao leaned against the tree, with a bit of evil in his voice: "What you have always wanted, the real Bloody Mary." To be precise, it was the leftover liquor from the day when he was mixing drinks.
Cyril held the small bottle as if it were a hot potato. It pricked his hands and he was reluctant to throw it away.
The reason why the prophet is a prophet is that it can affect the two races of werewolves and vampires.
Under the full moon, werewolves began to transform one after another. The sound of howling wolves suddenly rang out from the deserted wild mountains in the suburbs. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, but for the two races who are sensitive to the smell of blood, this smell The taste can even be called strong.
This is the blood of the prophet, and every dark creature who smells it makes a judgment in his heart.
This is not the smell of light and reason, but... the smell of destruction.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the young man standing with hands down under the moonlight. His figure could even be called thin, and his exquisite appearance was comparable to that of a vampire. The smile on his face at this moment was like a warm spring breeze, but in the summer night wind The smell he brought revealed his extraordinary identity.
The prophet is the destroyer.
A person who could shake the survival of the two races, a being who easily killed the blood prince. Tan Zhao took out his sword again. He was not in a hurry to win. After getting all the creatures out of the formation, the moon finally rose to its highest level. When empty.
Amidst the howls of wolves, Tan Zhao used his spiritual power to activate the formation that had been drawn on the ground.
"it's time."
As a ghost who had successfully changed his job, Armand had been a qualified onlooker just now. It was not that there were no vampires who wanted to take the prince back, but they soon discovered that ghosts were untouchable.
Armand's exquisite face was completely exposed to the moonlight, and his originally transparent soul also solidified a little. Tan Zhao only heard what the other party was chanting in an ancient and deep language, and all the vampires were silent for an instant.
"Right and wrong, merits and demerits, will be decided by oneself. I won't see you again."
The moment the formation was fully activated, Tan Zhao took a look at the calm sky. Because he was in the mountains, the stars were extremely bright. Through the treetops, he could clearly see the starlight all over the sky.
"Thanks."
The last two words are spoken in Chinese, softly, like the boundless moonlight tonight.
Tan Zhao raised his hand and waved, and the golden light of the formation instantly rose up, covering Armand's soul. After a while, only the silent mountain forest remained.
It's so fantastic and magnificent that it can't be described in words. At this moment, the vampires are even a little envious of their prince.
But Tan Zhao didn't care about this. After hitting "Knock on the Mountain and Shake the Tiger", he stretched, thrust the sword in his hand into the space, and yawned lazily: "I'll leave if nothing happens. See you later."
With that said, he disappeared in front of everyone, not caring about the big trouble he had caused.
When Tan Zhao got up the next day, he saw the local news saying that there were suspected wolves in the suburbs of city B. There was a group of people eating melons. Some said they got lost on the grassland, and some even said they ran away from the local zoo. There were actually some people there. Aite followed the zoo's official blog, but in fact, it is far more absurd and bizarre than the melon-eaters imagined.
After breakfast, Tan Zhao received a call from Ren Xuan, who expressed that he wanted to receive leg rehabilitation treatment and was willing to pay the price he proposed.
But one thing was a bit beyond Tan Zhao's expectation. Ren Xuan was not in the hospital, but in Mr. Huo's small villa.
When Tan Zhao arrived, he saw the little ancestor dominating in front of the game console. He reached out and picked up the little beast and moved it: "Tell me, did you not sleep last night?"
"Chirp!"
Tan Zhao stopped talking when he was excited. When he saw Ren Xuan pushing the wheelchair in, he moved the fox again.
Just as he was about to speak, Huo Jinli ran out of the room next to him. He seemed to be in good condition, but his expression was a little funny: "Shen Huanying, you... take a step to speak."
This thing sounded so terrifying that Huo Jinli didn't even bother to get to Ren Xuan and just pulled him away. When he reached a quiet place, his voice suddenly went up an octave: "You've killed the blood prince." ?You are the real werewolf!"
Tan Zhao: "... Just say what you say, why should you attack me personally? This is just a 'corpse commission'."
If you don't deny it, it means it's true. Huo Jinli looked at Shen Huanying with a bit of amazement: "How did you do it? Why are you being rumored to be a destroyer now, but yesterday you were still a prophet? ?”
If your own village has internet access, why should you blame him?
"This is their misunderstanding of me."
Mr. Huo:...I don’t think it’s like it.
After looking at it carefully for several times, Huo Jinli said, "Do you need to go out and hide? Oh, by the way, Li Mu was still locked in the basement by me. With your little ancestors in the queue, he didn't dare to run."
"Hey, that's just right. You go ask Ren Xuan if he wants to be prosecuted for kidnapping."
Hawkingley jumped up: "Why me?"
Tan Zhao stretched out his hand to push the wolf cub: "Because I am going to become a ferocious werewolf, underage werewolves are not allowed to watch."
"No, I will be an adult in less than a month!"
"That means you are not of age, so you are not allowed."
Then when the basement was closed, all the breath was locked up by Tan Zhao. Even though the wolf cub sniffed hard outside, he didn't smell anything strange.
The light in the basement was dim, and the abilities of the eleventh-generation vampire were mediocre. Li Mu recognized the person for a while before he recognized Shen Huanying.
Tan Zhao grabbed a chair and sat down, then said: "Are you surprised or surprised?"
Li Mu: "...are you going to kill me?"
"Why should I kill you? You have committed a crime, and there are laws to punish you. You don't think that vampires can avoid prison, do you?"
"Then what are you going to do?" Li Mu asked warily.
Tan Zhao supported his chin and said: "Since the convention can't bind you, then find something that can bind you. For example, what do you think about being a new person?"