Chapter 82 The Last Evil 1

I can't laugh or cry.

"The one who can enter this castle is already a relatively prestigious blood clan. They are different from those blood clans who hunt in the dark night, who are really driven by instinct. Although these people are at the bottom of the castle, it is no longer easy to restrain the fresh blood of living people.

"Real?"

"Of course. There are too many wonderful things in this world.

Jibu has been holding my hand, protecting me in his arms, and isoling those bad eyes behind him.

The more they go inside, the stronger the blood clans they meet. Compared with those blood clans who only pursue blood stimulation, they have reached the state of well-dressed. They are elegant and beautiful in appearance, and they can obviously control their desires/ex't desires.

Leaded by Youmu Xun, it goes all the way to the bottom layer, which is also the most enjoyable layer.

The whole hall seems to be a human banquet, wine and beauty, gorgeous clothes, progress and elegant demeanor. When the people at the banquet saw me and Jibu coming in, they stopped what they were doing and looked at us, but no one dared to take a step over the thunderstorm.

I pointed to them and said, "The blood clan is a hierarchical race. Even if all their strength can deal with the one above, they will not disobey that person's order. So, as you can see, their attempts against both of us are written on their faces, but no one dares to do it. The reason is because of the person sitting on it. That person is the owner of this feast.

The owner is high above, sitting on a special seat full of gems, surrounded by beauty, which is so comfortable.

That man is Clereman de Charlotte.

"Old man, where's Feimo? Give him back to me. I promise that I will never let him see Casanova again in the future.

"Don't worry. Why did you bring someone here?

You play Taiji, right? I can't bully you. "Let me introduce you, this, Jibu Jingwu, now my lover will be my husband in the future. Jingwu, this is Chrysman de Charlotte.

Hearing this, the corners of his mouth were obviously upturned and he greeted him gracefully. His demeanor was no less than that of the old gentleman Kresman who had lived for hundreds of years. "Hello, Mr. Charlotte."

Chrysler's mouth was obviously twitching and laughing, "Good boy. The trace department? Are you interested in becoming our family?

Dead old man! I dared to dig the foot of the wall in front of me. Before the trace was bigger, I said, "Where's Feimo? Where is our Fiji?

"Don't worry, we can start when the last guest comes today."

"The last guest? Who is it?"

Chrysler didn't answer me and waved his hand. No one around Kresman nodded to salute him and retreated in an instant. The banquet hall, which was just a little crowded, suddenly became empty and lonely.

I stood opposite Kresman and confronted him. There is only Youmu Xun beside Chrysler. Now, he puts on his hat and hides his porcelain white face in the shadow.

"Here it comes." Kresman lowered his eyes and said faintly.

The sound of footsteps in the corridor is not deep or shallow, not slow, and has always maintained a calm and indifferent rhythm and slowly walked over.

I frowned and felt a little uneasy.

Ji reached out and stopped me in his arms to comfort my anxiety.

I smiled at him, "I'm fine. Probably, I'm going to meet someone I haven't seen for a long time. Since Youmu can cooperate with Christman, why can't he?

This is not a matter of self-esteem. In his opinion, dark creatures can be used and do not need to put them in the same position.

Chrysler, I'm afraid he is forced to be desperate. Who will do such a thing as to seek skin with the tiger as a last resort? That man is cruel except for his name.

No matter who it is.

The footsteps have arrived at the door, and two people appeared at the door.

Looking up, I saw a handsome man in front of me, with star eyebrows and sword eyes, red hair, wearing a dark robe, embroidered cloud boots, and a set of ruby-inlaid belt around his waist. If it hadn't been for the eye-catching red hair, the whole ancient nobleman who came out of the painting.

There is still a man standing behind him. Naturally, I know that the man must be Qianxu.

I glanced and turned my eyes to the man in front of me. This still gorgeous and pretentious man made me feel uncomfortable when I looked at him and spoke faster than my brain. "I haven't seen you for so long, you are becoming more and more pretentious." He turned his head and said to Crasman, "You said three days ago that I should give you an answer, but today you only let Youmu inform me. I should have thought that Fei Mo had been restrained by Mu'an. Otherwise, with a blind creature like you, Fei Mo has killed you hundreds of times."

As soon as the trace saw him, he held my hand and suddenly tightened it, making my hand hurt. But he didn't say a word.

I know that the trace department is comforting me. At the same time, he also knows that his role is not great, which can only reassure me.

shake him back and let him know that I have received his comfort.

The man listened and only smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Baosheng, you are still the same." Some said to Chrysler, "Charroy shows up, and we can start."

Chrysman stood up and said gracefully, "Yes, Mr. Mu."

As soon as the words fell, I saw a stone slab in the middle of the hall sinking, and then a gorgeous coffin rose.

I hold my temper and be patient. I thought that before the time came, I would strangle him to death and no one care about me. Now I still have to wait.

Chrysler walked to the next room, and Youmu followed him and didn't know what to do.

Mu'an was free, so he came to me and said, "How are you doing these days?" Chen Yue, I have sent her back to my home and won't come out to go crazy again. Just be my bride at ease, you know?"

Since he came in, his eyes have not stopped on the trace, just like air. At this moment, he stepped on the trace's face when he didn't exist at all.

I looked cold, "Mu'an, what are you crazy about?"

Jibu said, "Only I can become Baosheng's husband. What are you!"

Mu An took a look and ignored him. He only said to me, "I know I have done too much to you in the past. Baosheng, you have to believe me. I have suffered. From beginning to end, I didn't intend to sacrifice you at all. Baosheng, you have always been in my heart, you know? When I was in the retreat, all I thought about was you. I heard that you have been reborn, heard that you have been discharged from the hospital, and that you have met with the Shen brothers. I can't wait to come to Japan to see you immediately. But you also know the situation of the Mu family. I have to make arrangements, so that they won't object to you becoming my wife.

Hearing this, the trace department couldn't help but burst out. I pressed him and comforted him and said harshly, "That's your business, it has nothing to do with me. Mu An, you suggest you see a psychologist. Don't lose if your paranoia is too serious and destroy yourself. Looking at the trace, his expression immediately eased, "Now, I have someone I like, and I may accompany him for the rest of my life. Mu'an, take care of yourself. Wen Chenyue can't be waiting for you forever.

Mu An was finally willing to face the trace department, but he was not in a hurry to refute my words. He only said, "It's okay, Baosheng. I know you still hate me. I will wait for you. When Feimo becomes a blood clan, you will understand.

This is half threatening and half seductive, so self-righteous, as if to tolerate my waywardness.

"Self-righteousness."

At this time, Chrysler has returned here, and Casanova, who came back at the same time as him, held Feimo, who fell into a coma.

Youmu Xun is like a ghost, following them silently and has a very poor sense of existence.

The moment I saw Feimo, I almost rushed over. But in the end, he still held back. There was a cotempted Mu An in front of him, and there was an irresistible trace behind him. Anyone present would kill him with his fingers. I can't let the trace be in danger.

Casanova put Feimo in the coffin and helped him sort out the broken hair on his forehead.

The next second, his fangs will pierce into Feimo's blood vessels, and then Feimo, who should have lived in the sun, can only hide in the dark corner forever and feed on blood. Once his heart is removed, there is only the way to extinguish it.

"Marquis! Someone from the church broke into here! Now it's the third floor."

A blood clan came in a hurry, and his luxurious clothes were torn and hung on his body like rags. He was covered with blood, leaving a deep blood mark every step he took.

This underground castle has a total of five floors. We are located on the fifth floor, which is the most secret and safe, buried in the deepest floor. Of course, the safest place has great drawbacks.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally came here.

Chrysler's eyes swept over my and Mu'an's faces. The sharp sharpness made people's faces uncomfortable. His voice seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, and he was very hoarse. "What's going on?"

Mu'an didn't care, "Cheilo is just a member of the church. Why should you be afraid?" In his opinion, the sacrifice of one or two blood clans has nothing to do with him.

But this has extraordinary significance for Kleisman. Each blood clan is the power of the family and the power under its subordinates. In addition to its own strength, it also measures the strength of the blood clan. It will take a long time for each blood clan to grow into a senior blood clan.

And not every senior blood clan will be recognized by the family, and only those who are recognized will obtain titles and territories.

The most unbearable thing for Clermann is that the number of senior blood clans is very strictly customized. There are only so many lands, titles, and only so many talents. One less senior blood clan dies. It's no wonder that Clersman doesn't die of heartache!

Sure enough, Kleisman was deeply hit, and his already pale face was even more ugly, "Mr. Mu."

"Don't worry, isn't there another more important one? With him, you don't have to be afraid of anything else.

"Mu'an, you think it's beautiful! You dare to try to touch Feimo!"