Ancient castle.

Xia Ci walked back and forth restlessly.

"Mr. Xia Ci."

The blood clan came in from outside, and Xia Ci walked over without waiting for the other party to come: "How is it?"

"Master Xia Ci..." The blood clan's face was not very good: "No news."

"Why is there no news?" Xia Ci angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Master Xia Ci." The blood clan began to sweat coldly: "The only possibility is that the blood clan sent has already..."

Dead.

Otherwise, no news would have been sent back.

"waste!"

Xia Ci was so angry that she cursed.

"What's wrong with it early in the morning?"

"Your Excellency Prince." The blood clan immediately saluted.

Xia Ci lowered the anger on her face and waved her hand to let the blood clan go down.

She stepped up the steps: "Sir, all the blood tribes I sent have lost contact, and may... have failed."

Carlo was wearing a home outfit, with a half-open collar showing his strong and strong chest.

Carlo raised his hand and stroked Xia Ci's face, intimate and ambiguous: "She is His Highness after all. Even if she is at the end of the road, she has abilities that we can't imagine. Xia Ci, I have taught you, don't underestimate her."

The blood clan's hands were cold, and Xia Ci couldn't help but shivered as a human.

"I……"

Carlo pinched Xia Ci's chin and raised her slightly: "Do you think you know her very well after being by her for so long?"

"grown ups……"

Carlo pressed her fingertips on her lips: "We were able to succeed last time, but because she trusted you so much, it wouldn't be that easy next."

Carlo leaned over and approached Xia Ci's neck.

The cold and pale fingers pushed away Xia Ci's hanging hair, and her fangs exposed, biting her neck.

Xia Ci's body trembled and softened in Carlo's arms.

Her eyes looked at Carlo in an almost obsessive manner.

After a moment, Carlo let go of her and murmured in her ear: "I don't want her to show up, do you understand?"

"Xia Ci understands."

Xia Ci turned and left, and when she walked down, Carlo stopped her.

"Do you regret it?"

"Sir, Xia Ci doesn't regret it. You are what Xia Ci is willing to follow."

Carlo chuckled: "Go."

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Chu Zheng solved a group of blood clans and kicked the grass irritably.

Is it over?

Dogs come every day!

Come every day!

Come every day!

Forget it.

I also sent this guy, after all, I am a queen... my ex-Queen is also a queen.

Who do you look down on me?

Dog stuff!

Chu Zheng became more and more angry as she thought about it. She kicked her again, and the grass was clattering.

The boy stood beside him, with a calmness that was not in line with his age: "Have you offended the blood clan?"

"No." Chu Zheng calmly withdrew her feet.

"Then why did they come to kill you?"

This is already the fifth group of blood clans.

I missed her death so much that I sent blood clans to come one after another.

Chu Zheng thought for a while: "I'm jealous of being good-looking."

Zhikong's mouth twitched: "The blood clan is not so bored."

"They are so bored." Chu Zheng was sure, paused, and said fiercely: "Are you a blood clan or am I a blood clan?"

Do you really think the blood clan is not boring?

You can't imagine that the blood clan is bored.

Zhikong decided not to argue with Chu Zheng.

He walked to the side, climbed up the trunk, and looked into the sea.

Chu Zheng stood in the shadow, grabbing the leaves beside her, but in just a moment, the leaves were all over the floor.

"When will you follow me?"

"If I don't follow you, you will die long ago." Chu Zheng answered with a squinting face while pulling Ye Zi.

"..." Zhikong thought of the food he had eaten these days, and was silent and did not refute.

But Zhikong felt that she was raising herself as a reserve grain.

Swish-

Weaving and distracting your mind, stepping on empty feet.

The body slid downward without being controlled and rolled all the way to the bottom.

The palms and knees were so painful.

Zhikong looked up and the girl stood on it, looking down at him.

The eyes were so cold that they were not fluctuating, as if they were looking at an insignificant object.

The scorching pain on the palm made Zhikong come back to his senses.

He raised his hand and took a look.

The palm of my hand was rubbed into the skin, and blood beads were seeping.

The head of the weaving hollow beating wildly, cut off a piece of fabric as soon as possible, and tied up the palms.

The island of Death is full of blood clans, and the smell of blood can easily attract blood clans.

Rush rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rus

There was a rustling sound in the jungle on the left.

The grass and trees were bent, and something quickly came towards this side.

The next moment, a huge figure rushed out and headed straight for him.

Yaokong was hit by the blood clan and his sharp claws pressed on his shoulder.

The blood clan's fangs were displayed in front of him, and his red pupils were full of excitement and coveting.

Zhikong calmly touched his knife, clenched it tightly, and stroked it horizontally.

Sizzy—

The blood clan suffers and lets go of the weaving air.

Blasts of black smoke emerged from the wound on the abdomen.

It's very similar to the situation after being burned by the sun.

He growled angrily, and his eyes looked even more fierce.

hateful!

This human dared to hurt himself.

He wants to suck his blood.

Then take his body to feed the sharks!

Zhikong held the knife and retreated, and his afterglow swept upwards.
To be continued...