Host, she just wants to be a villain

"I didn't say that! You heard wrong!"

"Really?" Si Buyun's smile spread on his lips, "But I think it's you."

She didn't give the man time to argue and killed him lightly.

The rest of the people didn't panic. There were so many casual killings in the Vampire Clan. If they couldn't be beaten, they would die. This was already a common occurrence.

Although they were not panicked, they were shocked enough.

These twins have completely broken the mold! How can this be? The genius sister in their eyes just now was actually the weaker of the two.

But... if you think about it from another perspective, this can be considered one strong and one weak, right?

It’s simply a blessing from God!

Si Buyun took a table knife and waved it with his fingertips, and the knife quickly shuttled through the crowd.

Although it was easy for her to completely solve it, why did the person who scolded her die so smoothly?

When Si Buyun took the system away, everyone inside was lying on the ground lingering for breath. She raised her hand and patted her newly changed clothes, walked around the mess on the floor, and walked to the door.

Soon after, word spread quickly about what happened here.

Everyone in the bar in the street was massacred by someone unknown. There were bloodstains all over his body, and one could fully imagine the torture he had gone through during his lifetime.

Meghan, who was in charge of Leonard's territory, was leaning on the sofa and shaking the goblet in her hand when she heard the news.

The blood-red liquid swayed slightly inside, and the thick blood climbed up the wall of the cup.

"So bad?"

"what?"

The vampire reported below didn't react for a moment. How bad is it to kill so many people? Although they are all low-class people and cannot compare with them, should they be punished for causing trouble in their territory?

"You want me to drink something like this, do you want to choke me to death?!" Megan said angrily, "Bring me that blood slave!"

"Yes, yes, Lord, wait a moment."

Not long after, someone was brought up. There was almost no trace of blood on his pale cheeks. As soon as he was brought in, someone asked him to kneel on the ground.

"Keep your head up."

The voice above was cold, and her eyes were like awls piercing people. She glanced at the blood slave's features inch by inch, then frowned suddenly, pointed at him and said, "Is this the blood slave I brought back from the human race last time?"

"Yes, Lord, we have a numbered record, and there is a dedicated person to look after it, so we won't remember it wrong."

"Is this the one I said was good-looking?"

The person below had a numb scalp: "Yes."

"Then why did he become like this? It's so ugly that I want to puke. No wonder even the blood is disgusting!"

"Lord, human lifespan is short. The last time you went to humans was twenty years ago."

The man explained in detail that this Lord Megan had just taken office twenty years ago. The previous lord at that time was cut into pieces by the current Megan, dyed in a dye vat, and then hung in front of his home for public display.

For seven whole years, I experienced wind and sun.

Until one day when she came back, she frowned and covered her nose, waving her hand to throw this piece of rotten meat away so as not to affect her mood.

At this point, the previous lord completely disappeared.

After being with Meghan for so many years, she has already figured out Meghan's temperament.

Everything you do depends on your temperament.

“Twenty years ago…” Megan touched her chin.

Indeed, human beings only live so short, and even if people take good care of them, their flesh will age.

She couldn't help but smack her lips, remembering the taste of the first drink twenty years ago.

Really delicious.