Seeing that Chris had no ability to resist in front of Wen Jiu, and a generation of vampire nobles disappeared in front of them, the other vampires who were still staring at Wen Jiu in the dark immediately covered their thoughts, and their scarlet eyes slowly moved away from Wen Jiu.

Well, the patriarch is right. I didn’t eat enough last night and I couldn’t eat it today. Even if I couldn’t bear to smell the blood slipped across my throat, it was still not worth losing my life for a moment of desire.

Of course, there are exceptions among vampires. For example, Dova, who has been watching Wenjiu become a companion food coldly, thought that this beautiful oriental woman was either addicted to Chris's appearance and willing to be Chris's next generation, or she was directly cruelly forced to become Chris' next generation.

However, neither of these two situations were born, oh~ So God saw something, he saw an oriental woman who was one head shorter than Chris and killed Chris without blinking his eyes, not to make him sleep, but to the real death.

Seeing this, Dova was slightly stunned, then appeared gracefully in the shadow area in front of Wenjiu, waved his hand and said, "Hey, beautiful Oriental woman, hello, my name is Dova."

"Hmm?" Withdrawing Abi's warm wine toward the face that was similar to Chris, curled his lips slightly, walked slowly into the shadow filled with the fishy smell of vampires, bent his eyebrows and eyes and said, "I think you should avenge the brother you died?"

Looking at the cold teasing in Wen Jiu's eyes, Dova waved his hand and said, "No, no, ma'am, there is no family affection for the vampire family, but you are the first person to separate me and Chris, and even the patriarch cannot."

"Oh." Wen Jiu, who nodded faintly, smiled unchanged, and walked forward without any pause, "Because, he was killed by me with my own hands..." After that, Wen Jiu suddenly looked up and smiled at Dova with a charming smile. The blood-red eyes in his eyes seemed to be rolling, and the evil aura on his body made Dova frown slightly.

"Get out of the way." Seeing that the person didn't reply, Wen Jiu directly used a stream of spiritual power to wave it to Dova and said, "I won't kill you. When I finish the one inside, you have to answer my question."

"Okay." He clearly felt a sudden irresistible pressure coming from his body. Dova's pupils suddenly shrank, and the corners of his mouth with a smile were slightly stiff. He seemed to know what kind of despair Chris felt before his death, just like the despair he had imprisoned Liya and turned Liya into a monster like them in front of him.

Listening to Dova's current affairs answer, Wen Jiu picked his lips calmly, and his whole body flashed suddenly and entered the room filled with formations. The other vampires who originally wanted to intercept Wen Jiu also quickly gave up their way, hoping that this oriental woman who was no less capable than a witch would leave.

The vampires said that it was not that they were timid, but that they could accurately judge the situation. After all, the two vampires in the clan who were second only to the patriarch, one disappeared without a trace under their eyes, and the other stood respectfully and gave way to this person. What can these vampires with not pure bloodline do?

He glanced at the vampires hanging upside down in the shadow of the cinema. Wen Jiu directly reached out and waved open the void door. The next second, with a "bang", the door closed, and Wen Jiu's figure instantly disappeared in front of all the vampires.

After Wen Jiu entered for about a minute, Xuanyuan Jimo, who was holding the cycle of reincarnation, appeared instantly at the entrance of the stairs where Wen Jiu had just appeared. His light golden eyes looked at the immortal things in front of him without any pity. Xuanyuan Jimo, who waved his head, said with a cold expressionless face toward Dova, who had already greeted him at the entrance of the stairs in the morning, said: "Where is her?"

"Oh~ Sorry, sir, who are you talking about?" Dova simply inserted his hands into his pants pocket, lowered his head slightly and looked at Xuanyuan Jimo standing at the entrance of the stairs with an elegant smile, saying, "In addition, sir, whether we are humans or blood clans, if you do it yourself, you will be punished by the way of heaven, right?"

"Where is she?" Xuanyuan Jimo, who did not answer and asked, was slightly fascinated by his golden magic eyes. He had a hint of murderous intent in his cold words. He finally felt that the little guy's aura was here, and his wife disappeared in front of him. Xuanyuan Jimo, who was extremely angry and laughed, took action and locked him on Dova's neck without thinking: "I'll ask you, where is my wife?"

Dova, whose face had no change at all, had his eyes tightened, but Dova, the nobleman, had his own elegance and pride, so Dova, who was still in his position just now, looked up at Xuanyuan Jimo's golden magic eyes, and suddenly smiled and said, "Do you know? The human who commanded the Sun-Battle-Set Empire to fight against our blood clan had such eyes. It was him who made Chris and me extremely noble in the blood clan."

Speaking of this, Dova ignored the deep thought flashing in Xuanyuan Jimo's eyes and said bluntly: "Because he killed many of our nobles alone, and in the end we were the only one left... So we naturally became the most noble vampire."

Dova, who noticed that his neck was tightening, suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly at Xuanyuan Jimo, "Don't you want to know why the oriental woman in front of me didn't kill me?" Dova, who was not afraid of death, continued to wave his neck and smiled, "Because, I have lived for a long time, know a lot of things, and most of the cause and effect in the world, so do you still want to kill me now? Your memory should not be completely restored."

"What do you know?" The low voice contained a huge anger. It is not difficult to imagine that if Dova knew nothing, he might be floating in this dark air like Chris, and he would not even have ashes.

"I know? I may know why we wake up from our sleep, maybe because your wife unconsciously awakens us... "The vampire's feelings are always sharper than humans and even gods. When they wake up from their holes, they sense why they wake up? Even who awakens them? Is the purpose of awakening reuse them, or for another purpose?

They didn't know, so they took the initiative to come to the human world and look for that person. Fortunately, they found it today, but it was very interesting that neither of these two people seemed to know this. Who was controlling them in the dark? Dova also wanted to figure it out.

Dova, who was still immersed in his thoughts, suddenly stopped breathing. When he felt the palms tightening on his neck, Dova smiled softly and said, "You know that this one can't kill me, she is inside. The patriarch wants to see her, but we can't get in." So we just want to see her, without any malice.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who understood Dova's voiceover, put down his palm and said in a deep voice: "I believe in you once, Dova, I hope that old guy can stop making me angry..."

"You!" Suddenly, the elegance on Dova's face, who heard his name, disappeared in vain, and his pupils began to spread slightly: "Who are you? You are Xuanyuan Moyu!"

"Haha..." Xuanyuan Jimo, who sneered, walked slowly in front of the door, feeling the invisible barrier without any sadness and joy: "If I were that person, I would definitely kill everyone, and no one would stay..." It was just that he could see clearly in the underworld that year.

Wenjiu, who stepped into the door, looked at the only place scattered with light on the circular stage. The dazzling incandescent lamp illuminated the only actor on the stage slightly blurred. The sparse white head looked a little dreamy and pitiful under the incandescent lamp.

But what does this have to do with myself? He raised his eyebrows with a gentle bent corner of his mouth, squinted his fearful abyss-like eyes, and a cold voice came from his fair and elegant neck: "I heard you want to see me?"

"Yes, my dear Eastern girl." The voice of the old man in his seventies was not much different from that of an ordinary human being: "Child, come closer and I'll look at you."

"Yes." Wen Jiu nodded and replied as she walked: "One hundred million."

"Uh?" Rendon was slightly stunned, then spread his hands and said with a scoundrel: "Child, I'm old and very poor. Also, I have many elderly diseases that need treatment, such as hypertension, um...wrong, start over, such as heart disease."

"Hehe." Wenjiu, who sneered gently, said directly: "Hypertension? Heart disease? Why don't you say you want to go to heaven?"

"Yes, I recently invested a lot of money in China for the aviation field." Wen Jiu said this, as if she had reminded Lunden. The old man looked at Wen Jiu with his eyes shining and said, "There is also the navigation field. China's first aircraft carrier was donated to China for research and manufacture because of an old one I bought. So, my child, I am really poor."

"Then what? Are you going to ask me for money?" Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows and walked into the circular stage slowly and approached Rendon and said, "But look at your appearance, you should beg me for something. If I said correctly, your life will not last long."

"Oh? Is it? Child, you can even calculate the life of a vampire?" Rendon was a little confused. Everyone knew that vampires were immortal, and even vampires thought so, but in fact, it was not. None of the blood clan leaders knew clearly that they would die and that they would not die in the next life.

"Does this still need to be counted?" Wenjiu, who raised the corners of his lips, sat gracefully in the center and front row of a large audience seat. He leaned comfortably on the seat chair, his head slightly tilted, and his wrist leaned on the armrest and gently supported his head: "Because the vampire is old but old, and you are full of death."

"Hahahaha, okay, no one has ever dared to talk to me like this since I was sitting in this position." Lundon, who laughed loudly, suddenly clenched his fist and pressed his lips and coughed violently, as if he was about to cough out the internal organs in his stomach. Wen Jiu frowned frequently.

For the first time, he kindly swept a spiritual power toward Lunden, gently wrapped the soul that was about to dissipate, and gently repaired the cracks on Lunden's soul body.

Finally, Lunden, who felt better, stepped up and walked up to the circular stage, quietly looking at the incandescent lamp above his head, which was as bright as the sun. How long has it been since he felt the warmth of the sun? He thought he had forgotten it too.

Lunden, who suddenly smiled dejectedly, sat up and said word by word to Wenjiu: "Do you know, child? You can easily gain the favor of our blood clan, and I believe you know it too."

"If you mean they all want to swallow me into their stomachs, I won't deny it." The squinting eyes were still cold.

"Ha, their little bastards." Lundon continued with a light smile: "Child, you have to know that the blood clan is very picky. They are not as hungry as described by the outside world. They have almost obsessive-compulsive requirements for blood and those who provide blood."

"Then do I have to thank them for their favor for me?" Wen Jiu, who changed his hand, reached out and knocked the handrail. Abi in his hand was also ready to move. To be honest, he would not be happy because he was chosen to be someone else's food. If he hadn't noticed that the old man had no malice towards him, Wen Jiu thought that Abi would have a good dinner today.

"Also, don't you pick it? What happened to the twelve people who died last night?" Wen Jiu's words seemed to be slapping Rendon's face.

Fortunately, Lundon has lived for more than a century, and his expression remains unchanged. The little man in his heart pulled Chris and sucked it several times before saying, "No, no, no, I don't mean that, I just want to express that you have the effect of summoning our blood clan. Well, if you want, you can become the next patriarch of our blood clan, as long as you drink my blood."

"No." Wen Jiu frowned in disgust and said, "Your blood may have expired!" This is true. This person is like a corpse on weekdays. He still doesn't know how many times he can move. The only little blood left in it is. I don't know when it is from. What if he drinks something wrong.

"Uh..." Rendon thought that he might be speechless in his life less often than today, but some things still have to be made clear: "Yes, like you, no one is willing to become a blood clan, no one is willing to exchange bright sunshine, delicious food, and elastic skin for immortality, and we are no exception."

As he said that, he stared at the incandescent lamp above his head obsessively and said, "If we had a choice, we would not be willing to be this cursed race!"

"Curse?" Wen Jiu frowned. It was really something that she could hardly touch clearly. Human curse would not have such strong ability to change a race unless it was God. The legendary God, thinking of this, Wen Jiu's eyes frightened and looked directly at Rendon's eyes that were also formally looking over and said, "God's Curse?"

"Yes, it's the legendary god." Rendon's eyes were filled with complex hatred. Rendon continued with gritting teeth: "That guy who no one has seen has cursed our blood clan. We used to be just a carefree tribe living from the forest, simply living our own life!"

"In the legend? Since you know it is God's curse, don't you know the reason? Or is this your guess? God is just your fantasy." After all, Wen Jiu, which even the ghost messenger had seen, has never seen God once, except for Mother Earth. She doesn't know whether Mother Earth is a legendary god now.

"No, no, no, no, there are records in the history of our blood clan that we became like this because of the curse of God. If we want to restore normalcy, we can only lift the curse. However, in recent centuries, the answer given to us by the witch has been that the person has not appeared yet." Rendon said to Wenjiu with a firm face, "Until last winter, we returned to our tribe and wanted to sleep for a while."

"Then because I woke up?" Wenjiu, who always felt like this, said directly: "This plot is, well, very good!" It was very cliché, and of course Wenjiu didn't say it directly.

"So I am the one who can lift your curse?" Wen Jiu, who had read Zhao Jiu's memories, asked with a smile.

"Well, yes." Lundon, who also felt a little embarrassed, twitched his lips and said, "We don't have a script... Well, I mean what I said is true." Seeing that Wen Jiu's eyes had become dark like a deep pool, Lundon couldn't help swallowing and explained slowly: "Yes, it was calculated by the witch using a crystal ball."

"What else did you think?" Wen Jiu nodded and asked.

After he paused, Renden paused and said with a smile: "Lolita sometimes doesn't count very accurately."

"So what did you think?" Wen Jiu's voice was slightly cold.

"Your fiancé, you and your fiancé..."

Xuanyuan Jimo, who could have heard the dialogue clearly, suddenly turned cold in his eyes, and he waved his reincarnation to the gate without thinking. He dared to promise that if that old guy dared to say something bad, he would definitely destroy the entire clan for him!

However, before Xuanyuan Jimo's reincarnation could be met by the gate, Wen Jiuxiao's figure appeared at the gate with a smile, completing his crescent-like eyes, holding a crystal clear round bead the size of a palm in his hand, and softly calling towards Xuanyuan Jimo: "Jimo, look, the crystal ball, it is said to be fortune-telling!"

"The divination ball of the patriarch!" Dova, whose eyes were wide open, rushed into the door, and looked into the room with a graceful and impatient look.

Wen Jiu, who could understand this person's mood, gently opened her body and ran into Xuanyuan Jimo's black gem-like eyes and said, "Jimo, I'm sleepy."

"Okay!" Xuanyuan Jimo, who agreed gently, squatted down and skillfully picked up Wen Jiu's small body.

The cycle of reincarnation floating in the air was immediately ordered by the Lord. The dark blunt sword showed its sharpness and wiped it away fiercely at the vampire in the dark.

"No!" Wen Jiu, who noticed the movement behind her, suddenly reached out to block the behavior of reincarnation, looked directly at Xuanyuan Jimo's mo's blue eyes and said, "Jimo, now I am their patriarch, don't kill them."

Xuanyuan Jimo, who heard the sound of Wen Jiu, did not retract the cycle of reincarnation as before, but stared at Wen Jiu's clean and pure eyes with a steady state. His breath suddenly became dark and majestic. His expressionless handsome face was like a cold pool in the abyss, and fine ice flowers suddenly formed around him.

Even Dova, who ran out of anger, was trembling with cold. Logically speaking, their vampires did not feel pain, but felt the cold, which only means that their souls were directly corroded by the extreme cold air.

But Dova didn't know that the men inside still had a trace of rationality and fear of being cold, but outside was like snow in June. Nalan, wearing short-sleeved clothes, couldn't help but shivered.

Just as he was about to say why it was so cold, Nalan suddenly spoke, and suddenly a loud "Ah Yeh" called back He Lan who was standing in front of him thinking. Without thinking, he directly put down his suit jacket and wrapped it tightly on Nalan. He frowned and pursed his lips and said to Huo Ran: "Do you still remember?"

"Remember!" Huo Ran nodded and looked at Nalan, whose nose was red with cold. In fact, out of gentlemanly politeness, he should have put his coat on Lan, but looking at Helan's possessive posture, he thought he could still enjoy the warmth for a while.

"Hey, I said you are here, what are you fighting?" Nalan, who was trembling with his teeth for a while, did not refuse the suit He Lan handed over, and wrapped herself up quickly.

"When you and Mai Zhen disappeared in Africa and didn't know how to live or die, the room you were in your home was this temperature." He Lan couldn't help but pull Nalan in his arms and tightly imprisoned him: "You go back to the hotel first, take a bath in hot water, change your clothes before coming over."

"Ok!" Nalan didn't refuse, and ran towards the hotel door quickly. When he ran over, he did not forget to return his clothes to Helan and said, "Wait, wait, if you have something to do, please send me a message."

"Okay!" He Lan pointed a little, without being pretentious, and quickly put his coat on his body. Well, according to the scope of this impact, it seems that the head of the company was really angry, but there was no order from the communicator, and they couldn't go in, otherwise it would be possible to freeze people into popsicles inside!

Fortunately, Hans and Ham were wearing bulletproof vests and police uniforms, which were slightly stronger than Nalan, but their resistance to freezing was still a bit inferior to Huo Ran and Helan. Looking at Helan and Huo Ran who were standing motionless in the cold wind, even though they were shaking like a sieve, they couldn't help but reach out and gave them a thumbs up.

Wen Jiu, who could also feel the cold, couldn't help but arched into Xuanyuan Jimo's arms and said, "Leng, Jimo, so cold!"

This sound of heavy hammer hit Xuanyuan Jimo's heart hard. The steamed bun curled up on the ground and covered the frozen hard as a stone, also murmured in this soft voice: "Cold!" But at that time, Wenjiu did not call "Jimo" or his name.

How could Xuanyuan Jimo, who sighed softly, bear to let the wife in his arms disappoint him? He reached out and hugged Wen Jiu a little tighter. Xuanyuan Jimo, who gently printed a kiss on Wen Jiu's head, whispered: "A Jiu, have you drunk his blood?"

"Well~No." Wenjiu, who finally felt a little warmer, shook his head and raised his lips and said, "His blood has expired, so you can't drink it."

"Yes!" The cold and hard face suddenly seemed to be like spring flowers blooming, and the air conditioning around them disappeared without a trace, as if the coldness of more than ten degrees below zero they felt just now was just imagined in their minds.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who raised the corner of his mouth, had an idea and obediently took back the cycle of reincarnation. Well, since he is a member of the wife, he can't move, otherwise, what should I do if I sleep in the sand?

It's just different from the feeling and surprise outside the theater. The vampires in the theater are indeed very similar to feeling the temperature again. They feel like they are still humans. They know the heat and heat, and their hearts will be beating suddenly, and the blood flowing in their blood vessels will burst out with a vibrant and sweet smell.

"Ajiu is right. You can't drink expired things indiscriminately." Xuanyuan Jimo continued to smile.

"Is that true?" Dova was not so afraid. As a vampire who wanted to die the most, Dova provocatively stopped the two of them from leaving and slightly lowered their heads. The golden silk covered their cold eyes, and a low and magnetic voice slowly rang in the theater corridor: "Since you have not become a blood clan, how can you become our patriarch?"

Dova, who gently raised his head, did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes: "Also, did you kill the patriarch?"

"Yes or not, does it matter?" Wen Jiu turned his head and looked at Dova with a smile, "Even if you can get revenge?"

"How can I know if I don't try?" Dova, who suddenly narrowed his eyes, suddenly disappeared, and his scarlet tongue slowly slid across the two pointed blood teeth.
To be continued...