He was stunned when he saw the blood clan being asked, half open his mouth, revealing two pointed fangs.

Aresio was confused now. He didn't know how the lunatic guessed his little thoughts. He thought he was hiding it very well. He thought he could hide himself, but he forgot that the person in front of him now was his destiny to study him as his lifelong homework.

He had nowhere to hide his thoughts, either bright or despicable, in these clear and clear eyes of the sky.

"Is it, Areci?"

The saint asked a question, and he immediately subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but the saint stared straight at him and said affirmatively.

"I think so."

"I think you want to give me [first embrace]."

He said so confidently that Arecio could not deny it at all. Arecio felt the world in front of him flashing, and later he realized that it was his eyelashes trembling extremely uneasy.

His despicable thoughts were finally revealed, and he had nowhere to hide.

The saint spoke slowly again, calling his name.

"Areci, about this..."

The fangs stinged his lips, and Aresio raised his head suddenly and spoke first.

"I didn't want to insult you!"

"I think I can consider it."

They spoke at the same time, but also heard each other's words clearly. Ruzius was a little confused about the matter about Aresio for the first time. He thought for a while but did not understand why Aresio classified this matter as an "insult".

"……insult?"

"Consider? Do you think you think?" The blood clan, who was already dejected, suddenly became energetic, "Would you like to be my first embrace? Will you...be your father?"

"...I will discuss the question as a father. I care a lot about why you regard this as an insult to me."

Ruzius discovered that after this problem, Arecio's invisible ears drooped again.

"Because I give you [First Embrace], it seems that I am denying the you who is a human being." Arecio whispered, "I don't want that. I respect human beings very much, and respect you who are human beings but are constantly chasing me. I don't think there is anything good about being a vampire. At least when I was transformed into a vampire, I just felt pain."

He raised his head and looked at the glowing eternal dark stones in the darkness. The light gradually climbed to the top of the pit and then stopped.

"After becoming a blood clan, if you don't spend any effort to simulate, there will be no human temperature or heartbeat. You need to grab blood forever and live in darkness forever."

"This time, 'living' will last for a long time, so long that I have to dispel my boredom through long sleep."

"When you live to the end, there will be no one."

He smiled faintly.

"And, do you believe it? I once wanted to be a person like you, just, bright... Of course, the nature of a psychopath does not count. I want to make many friends, take risks in the sun, and appear in the strings of every bard."

"But all this became a fantasy as I became a blood clan."

"I don't want to change your life trajectory. It's better for you like this, there's nothing better."

As he was talking, Arecio felt a heavy weight on his head. The Saint touched his hair without expression, and his eyes revealed that it was a kind of...suffering pain.

"Aresi, I ask you, after becoming a blood clan, I will still live with you, right?"

Aresio thought for a moment and nodded.

"Of course you can do it if you don't want to move, and you can also get half of the coffin."

"Then, I still have to go to work at the Institute of Ancient History."

Ruzius asked again, and Arecio looked at him with an inexplicable look on his face.

"It's even more boring if you don't work. Do you want to grow hair at home?"

The saint took a deep breath. The preparatory preparations in front were completed, and he entered the last and most critical issue.

"When it comes to home, can I not have to do housework after becoming a blood clan?"

Arecio's eyes slowly emptied, and he seemed to understand something.

"Look, even if I become a blood clan, has my life trajectory changed at all?"

No, no, the lunatic is still the lunatic who lives with him, goes to the institute to work on weekdays, and takes on almost all the housework. Aresio felt a little guilty, and with a last bit of conscience, he asked.

"Or what if I can share some housework for you?"

"Does fatherly love?"

"right!!!"

Ruzius took a deep breath and told himself that the atmosphere is right now and not to care about the fact that Arecio takes advantage of him.

"If you still have concerns and think that [First Enemy] is destroying me as a human being, then I have a better proposal here." Ruzius said slowly, "You can transform me into a blood clan before I die."

"In this way, you did not destroy me, but saved me."

He did not tell Arecio that the temple hunter could not [first embrace].

The life of the blood clan is like a long river that flows forever. The short century of a mortal is just a foam on this long river... He once thought so, darkly unwilling to give up. Sometimes he stared at Aresio and the face favored by eternal life, and he could count the despicableness in his heart one by one.

I want to get it, but I can't get it; I want to possess it, but I can't possess it... He doesn't know what he had experienced before, so he became the crazy disease in Aresio, but this emotion is undoubtedly the best combustion aid. There were too many things between them, and fighting to death may be the best ending.

But Areci jumped down towards him and fell into his arms. From that moment on, nothing mattered to him.

Responding to his destiny...

Wear that eternal crown of eternal life forever.

Arecio felt that this idea was really good. The psychopath did not resist the fact that he became a blood clan, which finally put a big stone in his heart. He also supported the proposal to transform the other party before his death, because he hoped that the psychopath could go through his life as a human being smoothly. Of course, the time was too long, and the psychopath's idea might change. No matter what the other party chose, Arecio would accept it.

A sense of responsibility suddenly arose in his heart. The psychopath understands the blood clan, but there are many things that the blood clan of his parents should teach his offspring, and he must teach them all. Thinking of this, Arecio suddenly moved his heart, and he felt that the field above the pit had been constructed-

When the royal city opened the door, the shadow rose spread wildly, hanging high in the air covered by wind and snow, replacing the sun, a grand full moon.

"It's finally over, and no one in the temple can survive." Aresio looked above the pit, and the lightsaber had begun to weaken, showing that the people above were having trouble, and he sneered.

"It's useless. No matter where you escape, the bats will catch up with them."

"Let them die in the fear of endless escape."

Above the pit, Delwei noticed that the light of the Yongnan Stone was no more than thirty centimeters away from the top. She was stunned for a moment, and then ecstatic!

Stop! This terrifying monster, like a black hole, finally lost its power!

She heard her communicator ringing, and the lightsabers around her gradually became sparse. She called the Silver Crusaders to increase their output while connecting the communication. On the other side was Yameng. Delvi saw a laceration on Yameng's shoulder. Although it was treated, there were still strands of blood seeping out.

"Did you fail?" Delvey raised his voice slightly, "You have let Mr. Theo down! I am about to succeed, and you must turn immediately and not let the pursuers know the location of the mine."

She was not very harmonious with Yameng. During this trip to the northern front, Yameng still refused to follow his plan everywhere, and Delvi had already accumulated a lot of anger in his heart.

Through the screen, the hunter just looked at her quietly.

"It's not me that failed, it's you, Delvi."

The wind and snow blew the hunter's cloak. He pressed the wound on his shoulder that was about to be cracked and looked up. He was already standing in front of the mine, and the blood-colored moon appeared and faintly appeared in the wind and snow. The mine had long become another appearance, with tight walls standing, shadows and roses blooming, and countless bats opened their blood-thirsty eyes to chase and kill every person in the mine who belonged to the temple.

A silver cruser died at the entrance of the mine cave, and the mine cave was marked with [No. 1]. A bat leaned on the body of the silver cruser, touching Yameng's sight, revealing sharp teeth like a threat. In the shadow behind it, more bats surged. The bats occupied the mine and removed all the arrangements of the temple.

It was meaningless that Yameng did not step forward. Each of these bats held high-level darkness and blood magic. After devouring all the arrangements and personnel of the Temple here, they had completely turned into terrifying monsters.

[Red Moon King City, Full Moon] is a feast for groups of bats under the moon.

The bats have completely occupied the mine and have blood supply. Arecio believes that as long as he can get up from here, he and the lunatic will be absolutely safe.

"...so, how do we get up?" The saint spoke, and Arecio's body stiffened, and then he felt the other person's hand gently brushing over his spine, where the wings grew.

"My magic is really not much left, so..." The saint deliberately dragged his tone and smiled faintly, "Where are your wings, Areci?"

Aresio opened his mouth and confirmed the mental illness. He no longer planned to use wings as a guise, so he wanted to change his words. Unexpectedly, the saint had completely understood his intentions and accurately blocked them.

"I will also provide the best help. You need blood, right?" Like in their common house, in the dark, the Saint pulled his collar loose and exposed his neck. But this time he was undoubtedly even more amazing, with his fingertips drawing a bloodline on his wrist and neck. He was very close to Arecio. The rich blood fragrance filled Arecio's senses in an instant, and Arecio's pupils began to slowly shrink.

The saint pondered for a moment and thought of a more appropriate statement.

"Maybe you can also treat this as a preview of... [First Entry]?"

Arecio covered his mouth and prevented his fangs from being exposed. He was using his maximum willpower to endure.

"You are too brave... I'm really not afraid that I'll bite you into a heavy bleeding!"

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

“…?”

It's really a magical reality. Hunter teaches the blood clan how to bite people.

Arecio was about to retort, but the blood fragrance made his reaction less sensitive. The consequence of being slowed down by half a beat was that the saint took the hand and pinched his cheek. The saint exerted a little force, and the tips of the pair of small fangs appeared faintly by the lips.

Arecio immediately struggled. He tried to make one hand to cover his mouth, but both hands were directly fixed to the hole wall by the other's domain.

"Spirit! What do you... want to do?"

When he opened his mouth to curse, his fangs could not be hidden at all. Ruzius took the opportunity to observe his fangs. If there was no accident, the fangs would appear in his tent tonight. Aresio realized this and quickly shut up, and refused to open it no matter what.

"Why are you so uncooperative?" The Saint looked very dissatisfied, "Don't you want to go back to the camp early?"

Arecio grinded his teeth.

"I'll bite it directly! You can't die even if you have a heavy bleeding!"
To be continued...