Crossing, strategy, picking up morals

× Imagine 210 × Demon × War

"I don't want to know how I got out, I just want to know how Shen Tang died!!"

"You're fucking kidding me!!!!"

"Grass mud horse, my heart is broken into a QR code. This volume is so insane that I raped a *corpse. How much morality is there for you to eat in the next volume!"

"...I didn't give me anything in the previous volume, so what's the point of publishing this volume all at once?"

Su Yu was still somewhat suspicious, "What if you want to trick me again?"

"……Ha ha."

……

Hiss—

The figure standing in the middle of the void gradually became thinner.

A malicious laugh sounded from the darkness, "Lance Hewlett, that little villain who threatened to revive the art of war."

"He's such a bad guy. Do you think so...Xiaoyi?"

……

In the pointed and towering castle, red-eyed bats hang upside down on the beams of the roof, long lamps burning with sperm whale oil hang on the stone walls, and portraits of characters on oil paintings watch this corridor maliciously.

The maid in a retro European-style dress walked silently through the corridor with a shiny dinner plate, her blood-stained nails gave off an ominous cold light.

There was a 'knock knock' sound from under the floor covered with luxurious black velvet carpets, following the maid who was as stiff as a puppet all the way.

Vague wailing sounds continued to be heard from behind the door panels on both sides of the corridor, and the maid carrying the plate walked by without looking sideways, and finally stopped in front of a relief stone door engraved with the family crest and thorns and roses.

"Master Lance." The maid stood still with her long golden-purple eyelashes drooping.

The stone door opened in response to the sound, and a strong smell of blood rushed over.

The maid walked into the room and looked at the young man in black and red aristocratic dress leaning on the big black velvet bed.The young man had short white hair and blood-red eyes against his pale and delicate face, giving off a sickly beauty.

"Master Lance." The maid put the dinner plate on the long table beside the bed, lifted the dome on the plate with one hand, revealing the viscous blood in the goblet and the wine decorated with pure lilies. Fresh offal.

Lance patted the black cat dozing in his arms, sat up on the bed, and stared at the maid standing aside with his hands clasped together, "Isabella."

The maid's head drooped even lower.

Lance picked up the silver knife and fork, pierced it into the dark red rose-like heart block, and then cut it downwards, the fine meridians were like a mess of cobwebs.

"Yeah." Lasi's beautiful eyes narrowed, her expression unconsciously revealed intoxication, "It's really charming."

The black cats curled up in a pile on the bed sneezed and stood up unsteadily.

Lance picked up the heart piece with a delicate silver fork and placed it in front of the black cat's pink nose. He rubbed the fluffy curly hair on the back of the black cat's neck with one hand. The black cat closed its eyes and let out a soft humming sound. Then he opened his mouth, swallowed the bleeding heart, and snorted while chewing.

There was fanatical joy in Lance's eyes, and he held the black cat close to his chest with both arms.

"Master Lance." The maid offered the plasma to Lance, "Please be sure to eat on time."

Lance glanced at the maid with some displeasure, then took the goblet with one hand and brought it to his pale lips. He raised his head and drank it. The sticky blood leaked out of his lips and was licked away by the scarlet tip of his tongue.

"Isabella." Lance put the empty goblet on the dinner plate, "The taste of this spoiled plasma is really hard for me to swallow."

Isabella put the plate back on, "Master Lance, we can only find sick humans now. According to the peace treaty signed by the two planes, every healthy human will have absolute freedom and security. We cannot attack the human race under the protection of the convention."

"Peace treaty?" Lance's face was full of disdain and contempt, "Blood, war, should be with the glory of my blood!"

Isabella stood aside silently.

Lance, who did not receive a response, calmed down a little, walked into the inner room with the black cat in his arms, and waved, "Okay, Isabella, you can go out now."

Isabella packed up the dinner plate, took it to the door and went out.

After entering the inner room, Lance bent down and put the black cat in his arms on the stone platform, took a candlestick and walked into the room.

The flickering candlelight reflected the reliefs on the four walls of the room strangely and inexplicably. Lance paced slowly around a huge sarcophagus, his white and almost transparent fingers whirled on the edge of the sarcophagus.

"My king, the glory you gave to our blood race, is it really going to perish under this false illusion of peace? The blood race that is greedy for comfort really makes me sick."

"Kerala—"

The sarcophagus, which had not been moved for a hundred years, trembled violently, and a finger-wide gap was cracked on the side of the thick sarcophagus. The gold powder poured out like running water, and there were particles the size of a fingernail. Opal and red crystal.

Lance backed away a few steps, with an unconcealable shock on his face, "My king..."

In the ancient dark stone palace, faint blue flames spewed out from the mouths of the four ominous beasts guarding the sarcophagus, reflecting the shadows dormant in the dark, making it even more sinister.

The sarcophagus finally stopped trembling, and the lid of the sarcophagus, which was engraved with complicated curse marks, was slid open, and a hand with distinct phalanges rested on the edge of the sarcophagus. Under Lance's ecstatic gaze, a red-eyed demon slowly stood up, huge The purple-black curse seal floated from the coffin, illuminating the man's silent and frightening eyes.Pointy teeth protruded from between the lips.

Lifting his foot, the man came out of the sarcophagus.

Lance stepped forward uncontrollably, knelt down in front of the man on one knee, grabbed the hem of the man's clothes with one hand, and kissed passionately, "My king, please give the blood race glory again!"

The man lowered his eyes to look at him, with inherent arrogance in his blood-red eyes.

"Lance Hewlett?"

"Yes! I am your most loyal believer!" The pious expression on Lance's face was almost sick.

The fingers covered with black feathers fell in front of Lance's eyes, which did not match his sharp eyes. His hands looked very slender and white, "My name is Su Yu, as a reward for waking me up." In Lance's brighter and brighter In the eyes, the black curse marks under the corners of the man's eyes were lit up, "I will satisfy all your requirements."

The author has something to say: I know that you are not a star lake...

But the stupid author drank a little high today and felt a little dizzy, try the second watch, the student party goes to bed early, and I will feed you tomorrow.

small theater:

Xiaoyi: Paralyzed, the only time he appeared on the stage was not given a front!

System: →→Who called you (Wow——)(Wow——)

Xiaoyi: (covering the mouth of the system) Paralyzed, if you dare to say it, I will anthropomorphize you as a dwarf with a bun face and a height of 1 meters!

System: Grass mud horse, you have already said it! ! ! ! QQ