murder poppy

The banquet ended happily, and Derek appeared and disappeared in a daze, never seeing the end.

Satisfied, the vampires turned into bats in the dark corridor and flew in all directions. The two walls contained the bats like water curtains.

"There is an invisible formation." Andre said, "No wonder there is no one upstairs, the basement is the carnival place for bats."

The corridor is dark and claustrophobic, mysterious and in line with the aesthetics of vampires.I have to say that Andre liked this place more than the magnificent living room in the library.

In the end, there were only two infiltrators who made it up the stairs, and the doorman disappeared long ago.

It was halfway through the night, and the night sky in the deep forest was extraordinarily commanding, and the galaxy was floating in the sky like a flowing stream.

A gentle evening wind brushed against Andre's ears, bringing a fluffy touch.

Andre turned his head to look at the window. The library staff did their duty, and every window was tightly closed, so that there would never be a little wind.

Not far away, a group of somewhat familiar black figures bypassed the beams and columns, and disappeared into the corner corridor.

Andre narrowed his eyes, grabbed Lyons and said, "Let's go."

The black hair ball stopped at the corner as if leading the way, and flew out with a "swish" sound until Andre saw it.

Four or five times like this, Andre followed the hairball through the winding corridors of the hall, and stopped in front of the innermost guest room at the corner of the stairs.

The hairball squeaked, bumped its head against the door, and disappeared through the door.

At the same time, the doorknob vibrated a few times.

"Crunch".

A thin light shines from the room.

Andre stopped Liones who drew his gun, and pushed open the door: "Long time no see, Vijorel."

The room was poorly decorated and had accumulated a lot of dust. In the center stood a man with a cane. He held an overweight bat in his hand, which was the guiding hair ball.

Bats eat round and round, and their wings are smaller and thinner than ordinary bats. When they fly, they can only see their round bodies floating in the air.

"You made it too fat." Andre kindly reminded him with his eyes on the bat.

Mao Tuan seemed to understand human speech, and immediately opened his mouth to show his fangs, declaring war on the vampires who dared to insult it.

Vijorel patted the bat's head, pinched his two fingers together, and closed the bat's mouth: "You are as good at raising cats as I am."

"Misa's golden fur and streamlined curves are at least much better than this thing, your aesthetics are still so bad." Andre replied.

"But it's stupid." Vijorel put away the bat, not giving an inch.

"Gentlemen," as the battle intensified, Lions stopped Andre and reminded, "This is not a pet exchange meeting."

Only then did Vijoler turn his attention to Lioness. The acumen of the vampire was reflected at the highest level in Vijoler. Lions' dagger and gun were hidden in his lower back, and there was a cloth covering his back, but he still did not escape the vampire. s eyes.

"Hunter?" Vijorel looked coldly at Lyons' face, "I know you, you woke up Andre."

Lions looked at Andre. The contract between him and Andre was a firmly kept secret, and it was impossible for a third person to know about it.

Andre interrupted Vijorel's scrutiny of Lyons, stretched out his palm and said, "Before interrogating the 'prisoner', should you first consider the feelings of the deceased?"

"The ring, return it to its original owner."

Vijorel looked at him, but didn't hand over the deadwood ring, "It seems that Derek has failed, so I'm wasting my time here tonight."

Andre raised his eyebrows: "Are you disappointed that I didn't die?"

"Your death doesn't matter to me." Vijorel glanced at Lyons, "You have been separated from the ethnic group for too long, and many people have forgotten your name... If you are not dead, leave early."

"Don't chase people away in such a hurry, you are still so indifferent." Andre looked at Vijorel with a smile, with cold anger in his dark golden eyes, "Derek has already provoked me, if you can, please Allow me to belong to your name for a short time until I kill him."

"Bringing a hunter?" Vijorel remained unmoved, and was very wary of Lioness.

"Don't be too nervous. Strictly speaking, my master is not a human being. Well, he may have some blood relationship with us."

Vijorel looked at Andre playing tricks with cold eyes, his expression obviously didn't believe a word he said.

It was rare for Andre to exchange information sincerely, but the other party didn't appreciate it.

"Okay." Andre was defeated under Vijorel's gaze, "His purpose is to prevent the vampires from raging in Vesenor, and you need to eliminate the traitors who violate the principle of seclusion, your goals do not conflict .”

"This set of rhetoric is very similar to deceitful human beings." Vijorel glanced at Andre coldly, and there seemed to be a little disgust in his emotionless eyes, "but it barely makes sense."

Vijorel agreed.

Andre laughed and made a standard salute: "See His Majesty the Blood Emperor."

Vijorel looked at Andre, seemingly in a daze, and he pursed his lips tightly and said, "Stop doing these meaningless things."

Andre straightened up: "Listen to you, Your Majesty."

"How does the blood race plan to deal with Derek?" Andre asked.

"I didn't think about it." Vijoler replied truthfully, "A few days ago, Derek contacted me and said that he killed the traitor Andre King Rogge who was fleeing. He hoped that I would come to witness and give him the position of the prince. I just arrived too."

Lyons frowned upon hearing this: "Did the vampires not be aware of Derek's 'divine blood test'?"

"Sacred blood experiment?" Vijorel looked at Lyons, "I don't know what you're talking about, hunter, I've never heard of this term before you."

The Blood Emperor is very hostile to human beings, especially hunters. Andre coughed, and stood between the two men who were on edge: "Lines, the other side of my contract, um, you should have met once."

Vijorel said indifferently: "I heard you said a lot."

"Vicjorel." Andre introduced to Lyons, "my...senior."

Lioness nodded to Vijorel as a greeting.

It is unreliable to expect the blood emperor and the hunter to get along peacefully, and Andre confirmed that the two people will not fight for the time being, so he put his heart down halfway and explained the matter of the blood for Lioness.

Andre omitted most of the case-handling process, and only gave Vijorel a general description of the effects of the divine blood and the guild situation they had learned so far.

But just these are enough to make Vijorel's face ugly.

"As far as it looks at present, it's not just a simple matter of a little bat running out to have fun and forgetting to go home." Andre said, "Did you find anything?"

Andre told Vijorel when the first Sunwalker case came up in the North Side.Not only that, but even the first convert was taken away by Vijorel.

Since the little girl was picked up, it was enough time for the blood clan to carry out two major purges, but Derek is still at large, and he dared to blatantly ask for the prince, which proves that Vijorel seems to have done nothing.

Sure enough, Vijorel shook his head and said: "There is no abnormality within the blood race. As for the blood races participating in the banquet today, no family has ever provided me with an abnormal report."

"At the same time, you don't care about these inferior races, because they can't make much waves." Andre answered.

Vijorel looked at Andre very unkindly, and after a while he said slowly: "I never admire bloodlines, Andre. I will always support the latter if you are a lunatic or a fool. A lunatic is no nobler than a fool, and a fool It doesn't mean there is no power."

"I'm glad you haven't become as rigid as those old men." Andre said cheerfully, not paying attention to Vijorel's cold tone, "Then the next question is what's wrong with the principle of avoiding the world? , or... is there something wrong with the blood race?"

"On the face of it, everything is fine," Vijorel said.

"Really..." Andre bent down suddenly, held Vijorel's wrist, raised his head and stared at his bright red pupils, "If there are no abnormalities in the family rules and ethnic groups, then what happened to you ?”

Andre's dark golden eyes became the same as Vijorel's, only one warm and one cold.

They fought in silence, and after a while, Andre let go of his hand, took a step back with a pale face, and said awkwardly, "Well, there doesn't seem to be any problem."

"Most of your mind-reading skills are taught by me. I have twelve moments to counter-read your mind in the attack just now. You have regressed." Vijorel stood calmly, eyes rarely blinking, and he Like a delicate ice sculpture, it cannot be shaken.

"Stop." Andre tilted his head, his right index finger stood in the middle of the left palm, and made a stop gesture, "You are more verbose than the teacher."

"Your skill is inferior to others, blame yourself." Vijoler said, "Your purpose is to kill Derek. I will not hinder this. I will solve the rest of the matter without your intervention."

Lyons wanted to speak when he heard the words, but Vijorel preempted him.

"I know what you're going to say, hunter. This is an internal matter of our blood clan. The principle of masculinity has never been revoked. I will be responsible for dealing with Derek and his subordinates. The blood clan still lives on the other side of the jungle and has no intention of entering the human race. The meaning of land."

"This is the sincerity of the blood race. At the same time, I need human beings to give us the same respect. Don't meddle in the internal affairs of the blood race." Vijorel looked at Lyons and signaled him to express his position.

Lyons was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "As you wish, I don't need to tell Bloodhunter about Derek's whereabouts. The clues are broken, and it is difficult for human beings to track the whereabouts of the blood race. But I need a guarantee."

"Guarantee that no one from the Datura Guild will appear in Wissenor again," Lyons said.

"If the Mandala Guild refers to Derek and the others," Vijorel said, "I can assure you."

"Agreement reached." Andre clapped his palms and asked Vijorel, "May I ask, Your Majesty, how are you going to deal with those blood races?"

"This is not something you should care about. Since you choose to leave the blood clan, you should not care about these things, so as not to get caught up in the fire." Vijorel gave advice, and disappeared into a dusty room in a cloud of smoke.

"squeak!!"

A sharp cry came from the door, black hairballs floated up and down, and the little wings knocked on the door.

"Let's go, we're driving people away." Andre looked at the hairball twice, and said in a low voice, "It's really too fat."

The author says:

When Lyons looked at Andre and Vijorel, he probably saw two cats scratching each other...

Who would have thought that the blood emperor and the prince would quarrel over whose pet is fat (spread hands)