Lost Seal

"Let me smell it! Where did the milk doll come from? This fragrant milk smell makes me want to pierce his throat and suck the delicious blood!" A vicious teasing voice muffled from behind.

A dark brown coffin shook, the lid of the coffin went up and moved a few inches to the left, revealing a slender finger, which was clamped by the moved back coffin lid before it could stand upright.

"Oh!" A cry of pain came from the coffin.

Oscia pressed the coffin lid, looking coldly at the red finger.

"Let go, you disrespectful bastard!"

The coffin lid was pushed open suddenly, and a black figure jumped out from inside, pressing Osia to the ground.

The pale face was half occupied by a big bloody mouth, revealing two dark white fangs.

Oscia closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the whites of his eyes were covered in bright scarlet, like a crazy beast: "Get out!" He pushed him away vigorously, and stood up straight.

The blood clan that was pushed away slammed into the coffin that had just climbed out. The coffin was knocked out more than ten meters, hit the rock, and rolled over again.

The vampire shook his head and stood up: "You broke my furniture."

The sky was infested with dark blue, leaving only traces of fish white.

Under the faint light, the two blood races collided suddenly, like beasts, waving their hands and feet, and fighting each other in the most primitive way.

"Let go! You lowly pariah!" The vampire whose hair was pulled was furious, threatening and growling, his eyes bursting out with vicious warnings, "How dare you disrespect your elders!"

Osia stood upright, shaking his hand holding his hair slightly, and looked down at him condescendingly, with a hint of disdain on the corner of his mouth: "I have never seen such a weak elder."

The hair was torn off forcefully, and a small half of the scalp was attached.

The blood race is crazy!

He opened his long arm, shaking the sky and the earth.

It seems that something is about to be knocked out from the bottom of Deception Island.

Osiah took two steps back.

The prestige of the elders of the blood clan's nature suppressed him so much that he couldn't move.

"I, in the name of the second generation of Erlande, judge you, a disrespectful pariah!" The swollen fingers slowly stretched out, and the curse that belonged to the devil condensed in the air, "I declare that you will Eternal life trapped in..."

Osiah jumped up suddenly, hugged Erlande, and rushed into the sea.

The icy sea is pervasive.

Stuffed the rest of Erlander's curse in his mouth.

Erlande stared angrily at the man on top of him.

Although the sea water was icy cold, the anger in his heart was burning brightly.In his perception, the blood clan attaches great importance to blood inheritance, and as a descendant, they must not be disrespectful to their elders.And the offspring of the grandson in front of him dare to...

He grabbed the opponent's shoulders, adjusted his body posture, swiped his feet vigorously in the water, and jumped out of the sea like a flying fish.

Osia took the opportunity to let him go, and swept him seven or eight meters away.

Erlande shook the water on his body, bowed his waist slightly, and stared at the shadow not far away: "Report your name, arrogant and ignorant guy!"

O'Sea stared at him and spat out a name: "Ansbilis McAvey."

"Mikawi?!"

Like Pandora's key, it released all the evils in the box.

Eland's face was shrouded in emotions such as resentment, hatred, and viciousness.Even the devil crawling out of hell is not uglier than him.His face was completely distorted, with bulging veins, slightly protruding eyes, covered with bloodshot eyes.

Ossia kind of hated the good eyesight of the vampires who ignored the night and the day.

"Despicable, dirty, sinister villain! Betrayer! Liar!"

Erlande's throat made a strange gurgling sound, his body slowly leaned forward, and his whole body assumed an aggressive posture.

Osia opened her arms, and the surging fighting spirit flowed from the top of her head, through her shoulders, arms, and chest, and poured into her legs.

He has never been so full of desire to fight like this moment!

Heart-burning anxiety turned into hostility, from the chest to the heart, every inch of it was surging with the desire to crush the opponent.

Erlande suddenly rushed over.

It was as if an invisible hand stretched out from the void, inserted into Osiah's chest, grasped the heart with five fingers, and slowly closed it.

Immediately, the blood in his body flowed backwards. No matter how his soul screamed and fought, the blood in his body cowardly waved the white flag. Seeing the opponent's hand rushing in front of him, Osia's body suddenly disappeared on the spot.

Bats soar high.

The chaotic sound of flapping wings set off the tranquility of the island.

quietly.

Puff puff.

After a while, the sound of flapping wings stopped.

The bats gathered together and turned into tall figures.

There was an aftertaste of blood being suppressed in his limbs, trembling slightly, but his expression was cold.

In front of them, the second-generation blood clan, who had just flaunted their teeth and claws, was lying on the ground in pieces.The disintegrated organs were scattered all over the ground, paving a long and narrow path.

Ossia stood there for a while, then walked over slowly.

Although 3 minutes had passed, he still couldn't believe what happened just now, or call it a miracle.

But the broken bodies on the ground are the most tangible evidence.

Eland, the second generation who was said to have been killed by thirteen third generations, had indeed fought a battle with himself just now, and at the critical moment of victory, he was shattered.

Yes, there is no more appropriate adjective than "broken".

He thought back to the scene of Erlande shattering while running, and he had a headache.He walked slowly back to the white coffin, bent down to pick up the withered roses.

This is the rose he sent.

It should never wither.

And now...

"Meow."

The black cat with Frost fought its way out of the dust, kicked and jumped, and fell into Osia's arms.

Ossia pinched the back of its neck, her white hands showing blue veins.

He closed his eyes and pressed the cat tightly into his arms.

The black cat moved its paw uneasily, and was quickly suppressed.

for a long time.

Only then did Oscia let go of it, bowed her head and kissed its forehead, then kissed its mouth: "Trust me, everything will be fine."

The black cat stretched its muscles.It didn't know if everything was going to be okay, it just knew that the whole cat was bad after being crushed.

Ossia gently combed the cat fur for it.

The black cat was a little disgusted, and pushed his hand with its tail.

Oscia said, "I miss you very much."

The black cat glanced sideways at him.

Osia stroked the back of its neck: "Don't leave me for so long in the future. I'll be worried."

The black cat yawned, noncommittal.

Oscia smiled: "I heard that the anchor chain is very useful."

The black cat scratched him, jumped down, and ran away.

Oscia followed behind it unhurriedly.

There was a small boat by the beach, Mession was sitting and wearing it, his suit was still straight, his waist was straight, and even the bow tie was neatly tied in the middle, symmetrical from left to right.

"Welcome back." He stood up.

Ossia sat on the boat with the black cat in her arms, squeezed the space between her eyebrows, leaned against the back of the chair and closed her eyes: "How's it going outside?"

Mession said: "Are you asking about Brett Castle? After you left, Lord Baer lost his temper, but under the comfort of King Xiao Ming, the rain stopped and the sky cleared. All the blood clansmen who gathered at Brett Castle have left. "

Ossia said, "Can you tell me something that I can't guess?"

Messing thought for a while and said, "The Holy See has captured a witch and is going to have a public trial?"

Oscia suddenly opened his eyes: "Where is it?"

"Italy."

The ship landed from South Africa, and Johannesburg flew directly to Rome.

When we arrived at Fiumicino Airport, it happened to be afternoon and the sun was shining.

As soon as Oscia and Messing got out of the airport, they rushed to the hot air.

Ossia hugged the cat quietly with both hands, and suddenly frowned: "The temperature difference is so big, we shouldn't come back so quickly."

Messing looked at him suspiciously: "Do you have a cold?"

Oscia touched the black cat in his arms: "It's too late to molt."

Messing said: "It doesn't matter, its new clothes are the same style as its old clothes, and there is no difference at all."

Ossia thought for a while and said, "Change to a different anchor chain every day."

The cat on the black cat's back instantly stood up, and wanted to run with its hind legs, but was hugged tightly by Osia.

"Be good, baby." He clasped it in his arms, "Don't challenge my patience."

The black cat scratched him with its paws, and the white hand was scratched several times. The wound opened and healed, faster than alcohol volatilized.

At the waiting place, a Lancia overtook from behind and stopped in front of them.

A man got off the driver's seat, a familiar face, Bonoit.

"Hi." He greeted.

O'Shea said, "I don't want to get in his car."

Messing said: "We can stand here without moving."

Osia said, "And then?"

Messing said: "The impatient car behind will rush up and hit his car's rear."

Bonoit's smile froze slightly, and he nervously glanced at the vehicles behind him.The big man in the car honked his horn impatiently.

"Don't you want to know the latest news about the witch?" He threw out the bait.

Oscia said: "I really want to. But I don't want to be entangled by you."

Bonoit said: "Aren't we a cooperative relationship?"

Osia said: "You mean, the time when you clearly had evidence against McAvey and framed me? Well, it was indeed an unforgettable cooperation."

Bonoit threw out his trump card: "Don't you want to know the news about Ansbilis McCarvey at all?"

Ossia's eyes flashed: "What do you mean?"

Bonoit smiled, spread his hands and said, "Please get in the car."

Before the word "car" was finished, the car behind hit his car's butt hard.

Bonoit: "..."

Bonoit settles the traffic dispute, and Osia takes Mession and the black cat to watch the play.

The traffic dispute escalated into a violent conflict, and Osia took Mession and the black cat to watch the play.

By the time all the dust settled, it was already night.

After eating and drinking, Osia took Mession and the black cat, and said regretfully to Bonoit, who was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back: "Suddenly, I don't want to know the news of Ansbilis anymore."

Bonoit: "..."

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Ossia: Born in "Europe", grew up in "West", and has "Asia" in mind.