After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Lamia successfully imprisoned all humans here as planned, but all those who opposed her were beaten and killed by her until no one dared to tell the truth anymore.

Sitting at the gorgeous long table were the beautifully dressed elders of the vampire clan. "There are still remnants of the hunters escaping, Das, tell me, why?" Lamia knocked on the solid wood long table. The sound was not loud, but to Das, it sounded like thunder.

"Chief, I'm not doing my job well. Why don't you send someone else to assist me?" Sweat kept dripping from Das's face. He lowered his head nervously, like a prisoner awaiting sentencing.

"Then what's the use of you?"

Lamia said, throwing it away casually, and Das died before he could even scream.

"Muli, I'm handing over the unfinished business of your brother to you. I've already told you the consequences of not completing the mission..."

Lamia's bright red lips opened and closed, and Muli's fate was decided.

"go to hell!"

Muli's eyes were bloodshot. He raised the silver cross in his hand and stabbed towards Lamia without caring about his bloody hands.

"You are overestimating yourself." Lamia didn't even leave her seat, but Muli seemed to be controlled by someone and stabbed the cross deeply into her chest.

"Get out, useless trash."

After driving everyone away, Lamia sat alone in the dark room. She didn't understand where she had gone wrong. It was all for the future of the vampire clan.

"Lamia, are you satisfied now?"

The door opened, and Lamia blocked the sudden light with her hand and saw who was coming in.

It was Alaric. He looked in good condition, and there seemed to be something more in his light blue eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Lamia asked rudely.

"Come and admire your miserable failure, my dear sister." Alaric stepped into white boots, took a step with his long legs, and stood in front of Lamia, looking down at her condescendingly.

"Looking for death." Lamia's pupils suddenly shrank, and the killing move in her hand was already condensed.

"Don't be so angry, sister." Alaric was not worried. With a light wave, Lamia's hand was restrained by an invisible force and could no longer move.

"What did you do! Despicable." Lamia didn't know what was wrong with her, she just felt extremely irritated.

"I didn't do anything. It's just that my ancestors admired me and passed on all their power to me. Yes, including you." Alaric lowered his head and sniffed Lamia's neck. "It's still the same smell." His face was intoxicated.

"Impossible, you're just a transformer." Lamia struggled, seemingly unable to believe it.

"Nothing is impossible." Alaric said it easily, as if it was as simple as killing a human, but only he knew how much it cost him, but as long as he could save her, it was all worth it.

"Tell me, what is your purpose." Lamia came back to her senses from the shock and gradually calmed down. She didn't believe what Alaric said, but there was no need to care. She just needed to stabilize him and then find an opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop.

"What purpose could I have? I just want to spend some time with you, Rami." Alaric called out the name hidden in his memory, a name that carried beautiful memories for the two of them.

"Don't call me that." Lamia frowned, and her look of disgust stung Alaric's eyes.

"Do you hate me so much?" He gradually tightened the grip on Lamia's chin, and soon a red mark appeared on it.

"Haven't you always known this?" Lamia smiled sarcastically, her red eyes full of malice.

Alaric stopped talking, and his handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of Lamia. His vigorous blood clan power was like an invisible restriction, pressing Lamia so hard that she collapsed in his arms and couldn't move at all.

His movements were gentle, as if he was treating a rare treasure. His head slowly lowered, his eyes gradually taking on a darker color. "Lamia, I love you." He pounced on her, like a beast tearing its prey on the grassland, fiercely yet restrained.

"Get away, you dirty transformer, don't touch me!" Lamia screamed, scratching around with her fingers, leaving several bloody marks on Alaric's strong back.

"You're very strong. It seems I'm not trying hard enough." He licked his lips that were bitten and bleeding, then increased his strength.

"Do you like it? Lamia." Alaric's voice was hoarse, with indescribable anticipation.

"Go away!" Lamia's voice was equally hoarse, but to him, it carried an irresistible temptation. "Call me brother."

Alaric said.

Lamia almost quickly closed her lips and teeth to prevent him from succeeding.

"I'll let you go if you scream." Alaric's cold lips gently brushed across Lamia's face, bringing a tingling sensation wherever they passed.

"Impossible!" Lamia couldn't help but scream, but she fell into Alaric's trap. He seized the opportunity and pressed his lips against hers. "No? Then I'll continue."

Lamia panicked.

"Brother." Her voice was hoarse and broken, with a determination to die.

"Very good." Alaric stood up, his mood obviously better, his lips glistening with a crystal luster, "I like it."

Lamia let him carry her back to her room. It was no different from before, but she felt like there was something missing.

"I'll come see you again in the evening." Alaric gently placed Lamia on the bed and kissed her forehead. "Have a good rest, my love." His voice was holy and sincere without a trace of desire.

After Alaric left, Lamia quickly jumped out of bed and searched the room for a way to escape. She was locked up again, which was strange. Why did she say "again"? Lamia's mind was in a mess. Her subconscious told her that this was all an illusion, but she had no idea how to escape.

Lamia searched the entire room but found no way to hide or escape. Just when she was in despair, the door of the closet suddenly opened.

"Chief." A figure in a black robe and a black scarf covering his face walked out. "I'm here to get you out."

"Who are you?" Lamia put her hands behind her back, ready to kill the person in front of her at any time, with a vigilant look in her eyes.

"I'm 01."

He said.

"It's 01, that's great, you're finally here." Lamia instantly showed an expression of surprise and relaxation, but just when the shadow thought he could successfully complete the task, she moved.

The black shadow quickly fell to the ground and then disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"It doesn't matter who he pretends to be. 01 died a long time ago." Lamia patted the corner of her clothes that was not covered with dust, and watched the black shadow disappear indifferently.

01 was her confidant, but unfortunately, he was killed by her own hands a few days ago because of his incompetence, right in this house.

Lamia waited outside the door for a while and did not see a second person appear, but she would not give up her doubts. After throwing a pillow in, she only heard the sound of it falling to the ground, nothing else.

"You're so confident that you'll just send one person to kill me." Lamia stepped into the door. It was pitch black inside and she could barely see the road under her feet.

"Alaric, is this some new game of hide and seek?"