Quickly wear the host, don't panic, the person hasn't run far yet

Veins bulged in Lester's arms, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude. It's you who is seeking death, old man."

Lester's expression became even more ferocious, and he revealed a sinister smile.

His eyes were bloodshot, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth.

He took out the 'holy weapon' from his arms and moved quickly towards Charles.

Charles snorted.

The two soon started fighting each other.

Blair, who could no longer hold on and was half-kneeling on the ground, had a complicated expression on his face.

He was just rescued by a vampire...

He lowered his head, his mind now in a mess.

Until a pair of small and delicate feet appeared on the grass in front of him.

Blair's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

He raised his eyes nervously and saw the familiar face.

Irene looked at him expressionlessly.

Blair's heart suddenly ached. He had never seen Irene look at him with such a strange and cold look.

In the past, the look in her eyes when she looked at me was always filled with strong love.

He thought she would always look at him like that.

I lost her myself...

Irene said with a calm expression and a flat tone.

"You go."

Blair managed to stand up, but did not leave.

He felt his voice and body trembling.

"Erin..."

"Why, do you still want to kill us all? In your current condition, I'm afraid you can't do it."

Irene looked at Blair, her expression still without any fluctuation, as if she was just stating an obvious fact.

It seemed as if they had never met or loved each other, just like strangers.

No, I'm afraid not even as good as a stranger.

How could she be so cold and indifferent to me...

Realizing this, Blair was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

He knew he had hurt her.

But he regretted it.

He wanted her forgiveness.

"No, it's not, Irene, let me explain."

"I know I was wrong. I said those words that day to hurt you. After you left, I really regretted it.

I think about you every day, all the time.

I hope God can give me another chance to see you again, and I pray secretly every day.

God must have heard my call, and I finally see you again, Irene."

Blair said this affectionately, with tears still glistening in his eyes.

"Can you forgive me? I really know I was wrong, Irene, please give me another chance."

Blair said as she stumbled closer to Erin, trying to grab her hand.

Irene dodged it directly.

Irene looked indifferent and unmoved.

"You are not wrong. If there is any mistake, it is that we should not have met, and I should not have fallen in love with you."

After saying this, Irene turned her head away and stopped looking at Blair. No matter what he said, Irene ignored him.

She focused on her father who was fighting with Lester.

With a frown on her face, she really wanted to go up and help, but as a half-vampire, her impure bloodline would suppress her by the prince.

She was worried that going there would only make things more difficult and distract her father, so she had to suppress her worry.

Pay attention to the situation over there.

Seeing that Irene remained indifferent, Blair finally shut his mouth and said nothing more.

He also turned his gaze in the direction of their fight.

At this time, Charles had clearly gained the upper hand.

After a heavy blow, Lester was knocked to the ground completely.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The "holy vessel" also fell aside.

Tears of blood flowed from his scarlet eyes, which were full of surprise and disbelief.

He kept muttering, "Impossible, this is impossible."

"I have the holy weapon, I can't lose. How could I lose?"

"Norman, get out of here. You betrayed me!"

Lester was already in a state of panic at this time.

He couldn't understand why things turned out like this.

Obviously everything was planned perfectly. How could he not be able to defeat this old guy with the holy weapon in his hand?

Thinking of Norman who has not shown up tonight, it must be him, it must be him who betrayed me.

Maybe he designed all of this on purpose.

Charles looked at Lester, who seemed a little crazy, and just shook his head.

"You have brought this upon yourself, you can't blame anyone else."

Lester's eyes were vicious and he clenched his teeth. He suddenly picked up the "holy weapon" beside him and used all his strength to launch a fatal blow to Charles.

Irene, who was standing by, was horrified and shouted.

"Father! Be careful!"

Charles' eyes narrowed slightly, and instantly became sharp.

Just as he was about to fight back, he saw Lester's eyes suddenly widen, and he stopped less than a meter away from him with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He slowly lowered his head and saw the blood flowing out of his chest.

He was still mumbling: "Impossible, how is it possible, how could I lose..."

Lester fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes still wide open, just like David died with his eyes open.

Irene quickly ran over, took Charles' hand, and asked with concern.

"Father, are you okay?"

Charles had a smile on his face and his eyes were full of love.

"It's okay, don't worry."

After hearing a muffled sound, the two turned their heads to look in the direction where Lester fell.

Blair came over too.

Under the moonlight, a tall, handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes drew back the silver scimitar dagger in his hand and was wiping the blood off it.

Charles nodded in thanks.

Roy also responded politely.

Blair was shocked.

What kind of weapon was that in his hand that could kill a blood prince with just one simple blow?

He stared at the silver dagger in Roy's hand with burning eyes, and the desire in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

This must not be an ordinary dagger. Thinking about the holy weapon that Lester had been muttering just now, Blair's eyes lit up.

Yes, the dagger in his hand was exactly the same as the one in Lester's hand.

Feeling Blair's gaze, Roy frowned slightly. He hated the feeling of being stared at.

Roy glanced at Blair and found that he was staring at his dagger with burning eyes.

Roy's brows furrowed even more.

As expected from Wanwan's prophecy, he is the one who will use the holy weapon to kill all the vampires, with that greedy look in his eyes.

As soon as he saw the holy weapon, his eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to take it for himself.

Although he didn't know why the holy weapon fell into this person's hands according to the prophecy.

However, now, he would absolutely not allow him the chance to obtain the holy weapon and harm Wanwan.

Thinking of this, Roy's expression turned gloomy and he put the dagger into his arms in front of Blair.