The Wise Men and the Dark Guards of Fast Transmigration

Chapter 45: Holy Devil Blood Race ([-])

The original owner's name was He Xue. When Tang Yanchu heard the name, he naturally cast his eyes on it.

The old man walked towards him tremblingly, with an indescribable smile on his face.

Kind of weird.

He squinted his eyes and said to Tang Yan: "If you can't drink it, you can tell it directly. Don't worry, this happens to newborn blood races. You can change your taste."

The expression on Tang Yan's face did not change much.

However, facing the old man's proposal, he still thought about it.

"It's not that I can't drink the blood, it's just that I don't like this feeling and I can't control myself."

The old man froze for a moment.

Then, he sized up Tang Yan carefully: "Can't control myself? Are you talking about the thirst for blood?"

"Naturally, it's just that the blood seems to be full of energy. If I don't drink it, I will feel weak all over my body."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand researchingly, clenched his fist, released it, clenched his fist, and let it go again, as if he was testing his own strength... He looked like a young man who was persistent and ignorant of the world.

"Is this the reason?" The old man didn't seem very convinced.

In fact, in his heart, such a result was indeed not expected.Compared to this reason of wanting to exercise self-control and delay the time to drink blood, he hoped for another reason.

When he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and a young man dressed in the costume of a temple attendant presented him with a goblet made of crystal. The bottom of the cup was high, the cup was not big, but the blood contained in it looked pretty tight. up.

The old man stretched out his old hands like orange peels again, the folds of the tawny skin seemed to have been dried for a long time, and under the light of the colored glass of the cup holder, they became more and more terrifying.

"The newly born blood race has always been extremely poor in self-control, and has always been unable to control the instinct of thirst for blood. However, it is not without people like you. They are now the mainstay of the temple."

The old man handed over the crystal cup, and the stiff smile on his face restrained a bit, showing a somewhat solemn look.

Although he didn't particularly believe Tang Yan's words, he gave a person who became a member of the blood clan the corresponding respect.

"However, it's enough to exercise to this point. If you forcefully suppress your instinct, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of damage to yourself." Then, the old man withdrew his hand and looked at Tang Yan, "If you don't mind, drink it first. This cup of fresh blood will still have fresh virgin blood for consumption."

The fresh virgin blood comes from a 16-year-old girl.

Since they were born, they were brought up next to the spirit tree, drinking spirit tea, drinking spirit water, and eating spirit fruit. Whether in body or soul, they have maintained the highest loyalty to the holy blood family...

It is the blood that only the upper echelons of the Holy Blood Clan can eat.

However, this kind of fresh blood is nothing more than a kind of poison to the original owner who is destined to become a member of the Demon Blood Race.

Such an inference had been formed in Tang Yan's mind long ago. However, facing the poison and medicine handed over at this moment, he still did not change his face, took it, and drank it quickly.

In an instant, spiritual energy raged in Tang Yan's body, and the blood that was incompatible with the holy blood made him feel heart-piercing pain for an instant, and a drop of sweat left behind.

Tang Yan stretched out his hand and clenched his fist: "This feeling is much better."

The old man sighed, but then said very politely: "You can suppress the bloodthirsty instinct to the present level, which is enough for me to admire. When the Holy Son summons, I will introduce you well."

"It's work."

Tang Yan still had the same expression.

However, at this time, others no longer feel that his attitude is inappropriate.Even some blood races showed expressions of envy and admiration.

As newly born blood races, they certainly know what it feels like to be thirsty for blood.

No matter where it is, it is indeed true that powerful blood races have more right to speak, because it means that they can go to a higher level, the higher they go, the higher the purity of their blood, and the stronger their suppression.

The old man couldn't help but feel disappointed when he saw that people still didn't change his expression. After dispelling his previous guess, his expression became even worse when facing the rest of the blood race.

"Is there anyone else who hasn't come?"

Such a question was not asked of anyone present.

In front of Tang Yan and He Zheng, a person suddenly appeared in mid-air and knelt down on one knee: "Messenger, all of them are here, and the rest died on the river of blood."

The old man envoy pondered for a while, his eyes glanced at the newborn holy-bloods who were silent, and finally he stopped waiting: "Come with me."

Following the flow of people, He Zheng sat on Tang Yan's shoulder. He paid more attention to Tang Yan's changes than others.

At this moment, although this person seemed to be fine, cold sweat was falling down.

"Are you really okay?" He Zheng squinted his eyes, but then suddenly said coldly, "However, you are really bold. You can't drink such a big glass of poison. With a wink."

"This is indeed a poison for ordinary people with the blood of the demon blood, but for me..." He changed his voice, "Probably not."

He Zheng was taken aback, put away the expression on his face, and said lightly: "Oh? What do you think you know?"

"No."

"Huh?" He Zheng propped his chin, trying to recover.

"It's not just my feeling. You did tamper with this body. To be precise, you healed the real damage done to me by the blood of another attribute, leaving only the reflexive pain from the blood of the demon blood to the spiritual blood."

Such affirmation, even Nan Duo, who has partnered with He Zheng for many years, is difficult to judge in such a short period of time.

He Zheng covered his mouth with a feather fan, but his pursed lips couldn't hide the upward curve. He was rarely so happy.

"I can't heal this kind of instinctive pain well."

As an answer, he just said this lightly.

"No problem, I can."

No one noticed the conversation between the two, just as no one noticed that there was a translucent soul half lying on Tang Yan's shoulder.At this moment, he was putting his hands behind his head, and his head was resting on Tang Yan's neck.

It seems that Tang Yan felt the too intimate skin-to-skin contact, or how...

Anyway, he seemed slightly uncomfortable.

The side of the temple tower is full of steps one after another. Those who can step across the river of blood have some abilities of the holy blood, for example-the speed is as fast as lightning.

Therefore, the moment he stepped into the first step, the old messenger with a red hood had disappeared, and there was only a voice that had not dissipated.

"Climb up these [-] steps by yourself, and I will wait for you to meet at the gate of the real temple. The first rule of the Holy Blood Race: To meet the Holy Son, you need to be sincere."

The dissipation of the voice was another even more noisy conversation. The newborn Holy Blood race looked at me and I looked at you, and the voices of complaints kneaded into a ball.

No one dared to chat with Tang Yan. This person perfectly interpreted the word 'high cold' no matter in his expression or demeanor.

He Zheng also looked at the sky-reaching steps, circling from the bottom of the tower to the top of the tower. One hundred thousand steps is just an extreme number. After all, there are more than one hundred thousand steps here.

He Zheng's eyes were slightly lowered, and he probably understood the cause of Xue Yin's problem. Even if he didn't know who Tang Yan was possessing, Xue Yin already had a general goal.

"Go slowly. Anyway, as a newborn holy-blood who is suppressing instinct, you haven't drunk much blood. Where did you get so much energy..."

Speaking of this, He Zheng still did not forget to praise Tang Yan.

"Your reason is really good, but if it were me, I would definitely not let myself suffer like this. Bring a blood slave over and take a symbolic bite, so as not to make them pay attention to you on the body."

"My canine teeth are magical..."

He Zheng closed his eyes and lay on his pillow comfortably: "How can you hide from Xueyin's eyes if you really have a devilish energy? No one can do better than me in superficial skills. Forget it, for the sake of your ignorance, It's pretty good to be able to do this, it looks like you can be more than just a hidden guard..."

Sensing Tang Yan's pause, He Zheng opened his eyes and asked strangely, "Huh? What's wrong?"

"It's fine now."

"..." He Zheng tapped his head, "Oh, I forgot, you are my exclusive secret guard."

"Yes."

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More than [-] steps rise up from the bottom of the tower little by little.

Tang Yan mixed in the crowd, walking at a leisurely pace.

Although the physical strength and endurance of the newborn blood race are superior to ordinary people, there is a limit to how good they are.

But when they reached about [-] steps in the middle, most of the blood races were already out of breath.

He Zheng is leisurely. It can be said that he and Tang Yan are the best of these people in terms of relaxation. But he can rest leisurely, but Tang Yan must show a sweaty and hard-working appearance.

He Zheng felt that Tang Yan was simply a born performer, sweating as he said, with whatever expression he should have, and he didn't change the whole process.

He rubbed his chin in thought, wondering what kind of expression Tang Yan should have when he was pretending to be a positive emotion like joy?

For three days and three nights, when the last night was about to die, everyone barely reached the temple on the top floor.

The old man envoy was impatient to wait. When he saw someone coming, he waved his hand, and the waiters stepped forward to help him, and handed him a cup of bright red blood.

Tang Yan also got a cup, but he really didn't want it...

But at this time, the surrounding environment changed, from a magnificent palace to a secluded forest. The sound of bats was indistinct and not very real.

In the blink of an eye, a high chair suddenly appeared. On it was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a very beautiful face, bright eyes and white teeth; the sharp canine teeth protruding from the corners of his lips did not add a bit of aggressiveness to his face, on the contrary it made him Two points more, she is smart and cute at this age.

However, it would be a big mistake to really regard him as such a smart and lovely boy. This is a holy blood who has lived longer than anyone else.

The supreme person of the Holy Blood Clan - Holy Son Xue Yin.

With his feet dangling, the holy son spoke the first words since his appearance: "Blood of the Holy Spirit, toast to your new birth."

He Zheng: ...

Tang Yan:  …

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