Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Najiuan watched Lin Ci'an slowly fall down. He looked down at the wound on his chest, feeling the loss of vitality, but the vitality of the vampires was strong, although half of Lin Ci'an died, Najiuan's death was inevitable, but it could be delayed.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, and Najuan's figure gradually disappeared.

At the same time, in another place, Chu Ziyu suddenly opened his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks. He felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, as if he had lost something very important.

Chu Ziyu looked at 6872 who was so absorbed in his performance that he couldn't extricate himself. He should not have been lazy and didn't want to organize his memory. He let 6872 tell him and then he started to perform while talking.

"That's it. The original owner, that is, you, cried so sadly. I felt so sorry for you, I couldn't bear it..."

"Stop, stop. I limit you to no more than 50 words. Describe the next plot to me, otherwise..."

6872 nervously watched Chu Ziyu tightly grasping his core code, and his whole body was covered with goose bumps. He quickly and fluently began to describe the course of events: "You found that Lin Ci'an was dead, and he was killed, so you committed suicide. You were in critical condition at the time, and Na Jiuan immediately gave you a First Embrace after discovering it.

However, due to your serious injuries, you need to suck a lot of blood from Najuan to maintain your life. This caused Najuan's body to be greatly affected and he fell into a deep sleep early. At the same time, because you yourself were too seriously injured when you performed the First Embrace, your memory was confused, and you refused to suck blood. Finally, you fell into a deep sleep due to hunger. "

After saying this, 6872 shouted anxiously: "Okay, that's it! There's really nothing else! Stop pinching, stop pinching my core code!"

After hearing this, Chu Ziyu impatiently threw the core code in his hand into 6872's face.

Chu Ziyu opened his eyes again and pushed the coffin lid open completely.

As the coffin lid was completely opened, a stale smell wafted into the air.

Chu Ziyu stepped out of the coffin and looked around, and found himself in a bedroom. The furnishings in the room were simple and rustic, and it was obvious that no one had lived in it for a long time. Chu Ziyu walked to the window, and the sunlight shone on the back of his hand through the tattered curtains, but it did not bring warmth.

It was a little stinging, and the back of my hand had turned completely red.

He took a deep breath and quickly took a few steps back. The tingling on the back of his hand had completely disappeared, and he felt the fresh air entering his lungs.

He looked down at his hands and found that they had become extremely pale and bloodless, with only a hint of red from being burned by the sun.

"6872, where is the reincarnated Lin Ci'an?"

"Boss, you are as smart as me."

"Stop talking nonsense and speak quickly."

"He's among the group of people who raise blood slaves in the castle."

"Blood slave?"

"They are a group of people who voluntarily exchange blood for wealth or resources. Originally, they just captured people, but due to the signing of the Treaty of Friendship, they can only exchange. However, people come one after another, but they still have to be locked up."

"How did he get here?"

"Undercover."

"Undercover!!!"

Chu Ziyu's expression changed and he walked out of the bedroom.

6872 hesitated, "But you are still very weak and need to recover first."

Chu Ziyu shook his head. "Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. If I don't go now, will I scare him to death when I can uproot the weeping willow tree?"

Chu Ziyu walked into the third underground floor of the castle, and no ghost dared to stop him along the way. Relying on his memory, he found the place where the blood slaves were raised.

There were many people locked in cages, waiting to have their blood drawn. Chu Ziyu carefully looked for Lin Ci'an. Finally, he saw a familiar face.

I will make up a thousand words during the day