Chapter 5 Rob the Bank

In a remote villa in the suburbs of Linyang City, some mottled walls have a strong musty smell. This is the smell of sunshine for a long time. The wide floor-to-ceiling windows are now tightly wrapped by thick and gorgeous curtains, which are only opened at night.

With a bang, the thick curtains were pulled open, and the bright moonlight outside instantly filled the whole villa.

The dark-skinned man sank into the wide sofa and dissolved in the dark. There were two glasses of red wine on the marble coffee table in front of the sofa, which was a little thick. It may not be red wine but some kind of red **.

The woman who opened the curtains and walked back from the window was the blood clan that sucked Ding You's blood that day. A tight black skirt perfectly outlines her figure, the swollen chest that is about to explode, the slender but tough waist, the high buttocks and even the crescent curve in the buttocks are all displayed in the moonlight, just like a goblin in the night, full of black temptation, making the man There is a feeling of burning in the lower abdomen. However, she was a little uneasy between her eyebrows tonight, and her white face was a little stiff.

"Blackbird, the messenger is coming soon, right?" The woman asked the dark-skinned man.

The black bird laughed, and his voice was still hoarse: "Nightingale, what are you worried about? The owner won't care about those things.

The nightingale's eyes were a little complicated: "You have been with the master for a long time, but I only met the master once a few decades ago. I don't know the master's temper at all. Of course, I will be uneasy."

The black bird crossed his hands and gently drew circles with two thumbs: "There is no need to know the master's temper. The master has no temper at all. He is different from us. He is the greatest existence in the world. Don't worry, the master won't care about these things.

"Since the master doesn't care, why do we use the holy bone he gave us to find the blood clan? I don't understand." The nightingale looked at the holy bone wrapped in fine sheepskin on the coffee table and said.

Blackbird said incompetuably, "Your life is still short. Even if I tell you, you won't understand it."

With a bang, the fangs in the nightingale's mouth rushed out and hummed in a muffled voice, "You have only lived a few decades longer than me. Don't always teach me a lesson in this tone."

The black bird's eyes slightly condensed with a light blue light, but it immediately returned to black. He shook his head and smiled, "Youth is young after all."

Just as the nightingale was about to attack, the door of the villa creaked open.

A rickety old man in a thick poncho walked in slowly. The poncho's hat completely covers half of the old man's face in the shadow, and only a chin full of fine wrinkles and countless brown spots is exposed in the moonlight. Such a chin alone can make people have endless reverie about how long the old man's age is.

As soon as he saw the old man Blackbird and Nightingale stop talking, Blackbird also stood up from the sofa.

The hoarse and unpleasant sound sounded in the old man's throat like a rough metal friction: "Seven days have passed. How's it going?"

Blackbird shook his head and said, "In seven days, we have given a total of 14 new births, but it's a pity that there is no blood clan among them."

The hoarse voice asked palely without any emotional fluctuation, "How many mourners are there?"

The nightingale went to a door and opened the door and replied, "There are currently five of the fourteen people who are lost."

There are five dull-eyed men and women standing in the corridor behind the door. Their knees are slightly bent, their shoulders are loose, and their heads are weak on their shoulders. They don't look like living people at all. They are more like walking corpses who are lifeless but still breathing.

The old man didn't look at the mourners behind his back. He went to the coffee table and picked up the holy bone wrapped in sheepskin and stuffed it into his sleeve. "Arrange them to go to the holy city. It needs manpower. You can settle down in their home."

The hunchbacked old man turned around and left. The black bird hesitated slightly and said, "Please tell the master that the black bird is eager to return to the master."

The hunchbacked old man did not stop at all, but the words came: "I don't have time. I have to go to the next city to spread the new life. However, even if I see the master, I won't send you a message. When the master wants to see you, you will naturally return to the master." The hoarse voice gradually faded away, and there was a trace of disappointment in the black bird's eyes.

"Hey hey hey." The nightingale who witnessed all this next to him laughed and said sarcastically, "Blackbird, I didn't expect you to eat so much." While smiling, the nightingale pretended to be awkward to learn the voice of the black bird and said, "Master, I want to come back to you." Haha, "Don't stay by your mother's side like a baby with no breasts."

There was a blue light in the black bird's eyes. The next moment, a black hand had pinched the nightingale's white neck. Two tusks suddenly popped out of the black bird's mouth, and a pair of eyes were as crystal clear as sapphires, emitting a sparkling blue light. "Don't say the word master in that disrespectful voice!"

The nightingale let the black bird pinch her throat, and looked at the black bird's eyes gradually blurred. A layer of fog covered her whole pupils. Her strong and slender legs tightly hooked the black bird's waist, and her hands reached into the black bird's coat and stroked it up and down on her chest, and there was a hot heat in the cracks of her lips. Qi.

The blue light in the eyes of the black bird gradually faded, and then the lust slowly climbed up to his pupils. He threw the nightingale hard on the wall with his hands. His hands thorned and tore a large piece of the nighting black tight skirt, revealing the nightingale's amazingly white chest. The two red dots on his chest were like magma in hell. The black bird was swallowed up in an instant.

The black bird wrapped the red beads on the nightingale's chest in one bite. The nightingale gasped gently and scratched its fullness with its sharp nails. The thick red blood slowly flowed out. The black bird lowered its head to suck and lick it deeply, while the nightingale moaned with an intoxicated face. Suddenly! The nightingale showed its sharp fangs and bit the black bird's shoulder fiercely as if it couldn't stand it, sucking and tearing it desperately. In an hour, the two beasts crazily bit each other on the wall, hurting each other, and roaring. A gasp was accompanied by a burst of ** hitting the nerves of the two blood clans, and the blood was in the two The cycle between the famous blood clans was transmitted, and the collision of spirit and meat sounded thrillingly with a trace of stickiness. The moonlight was still bright. Two black and white meats were entangled in the bright moonlight. The nightingale's eyes gradually burst into red. Taking advantage of her white face, blood-red sexy lips and fresh and smooth tongue, it looked particularly The demons are smelted.

A pair of blackbird's big hands touched every inch of the nightingale's skin irregularly, and finally stayed on a clump of grass and was no longer willing to leave.

The nightingale murmured and suddenly became crazy, like a snake, twisting its buttocks slightly but powerfully to cater to the black bird.

The black bird seemed to be stimulated by the twisting of the nightingale's body. It grabbed the clothes on its body and showed its dark chest and pressed it down on the nightingale. Two ** naked figures twisted in the moonlight, one black and one white, each other **, separated and closed and separated...

The five mourners in the corridor in the room watched all this silently, as if they didn't understand.

Ding You has been forgotten by the two blood clans. The bereaved people are controlled by their spirit. Missing Bo can summon these mourners to come, so in their opinion, those who did not come to this night nest to find them are inferior products, and the inferior products should have left the world long ago.

Ding You is not a low-quality product and is not a mourner controlled by the blood clan. So what is he?

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