Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The street lights on the street light up in turn. Although they are on, they can't bring so much light to this remote path.

This path is rarely passed by during the day, let alone at two or three o'clock in the morning. It is said that there is a cemetery near here, where passers-by once saw vampires.

- Hey, what they say about vampires doesn't mean me, does it?

Fred sat on the branch playing with a gold coin and thought boringly.

On such a night, on such an uninhabited path, even if Fred wants to find a passer-by to play a trick to his boring night, he still has to have conditions! At least walk through a blonde!

When I thought so, I really walked past a blonde!

Fred's hand shook, and the gold coin suddenly fell from his hand. When it fell to the ground, the sound was not too loud, but on this quiet night, it was amplified to be as eye-catching as the sound of gunfire.

"Hey, miss, I said, why don't you go home at this late hour? Aren't you afraid that there will be robbers? What's more, those boring vampire rumors have always prevailed here. It was found to be a sure thing. Fred didn't bother to pretend to be a gentleman. He jumped down from the branch neatly, walked behind her, smiled playfully, stretched out a hand, and put it on her shoulder. "Do you need me to take you home?"

The girl curled the corners of her mouth, turned around gracefully, and smiled at Fred, who was stunned: "Yo, who did I think it was? It turned out to be Fred, a coward! What, haven't you eaten for a few days? Do you need me to give you alms? "What?"

"Of course, as long as your dirty hands are willing to let go of a poor life!" Fred regretted that he had just put on the girl's shoulder. He would take the initiative to touch such a cheap thing! What the hell!

"Ayer, how can our noble vampires be willing to lower their noble heads to make peace with us? Go back aside, okay?" Claude came out from behind a big tree with an uncertain smile on his face. "It seems that it was really a mistake to let you go in the bar just now."

"I will also regret not sucking out your blood and then breaking your head!" Fred gritted his teeth and said, and the girl with blonde hair named ** had already stepped aside to watch this free show. In her mind, what about even Claude? It's also impossible to be her partner.

It's just taking advantage of each other.

Elle's disdainful look was naturally worthless in Claude's eyes.

In fact, he didn't think that werewolves would be much more noble than pale vampires, or even dirtier and dirty than them. Anyway, the werewolf is just a brainless beast, but if he wants Claude to bow his head to someone, he would rather return to Raphael and be his precious brother.

"Then you can regret it!" Claude rushed over and pressed his head and pressed him heavily on the trunk of a big tree. The leaves fell down and fell on the bodies of two people, like a resting butterfly, but no one was in the mood to appreciate this rare beauty.

Fred was angry and annoyed, struggling hard, and kicked Claude with his feet hard. Suddenly, Fred's gray footprints appeared on Claude's black windbreaker.

"You bastard!" Fred cursed loudly, rushed up and bit Claude's neck and swallowed his blood desperately.

Fred was excited by the sweet smell of fresh blood sliding through his throat. Maybe God had already arranged all this. Before Fred met Claude, he had not met half of the fresh life, and his reason had already collapsed to a mess.

Claude endured the severe pain, pulled Fred's hair hard from his neck, and a large piece of flesh and blood were torn off, with a "swirling" heat.

Blood flowed down the corners of Fred's mouth, and he greedily licked the leftover blood on the corners of his mouth and fingers. Everything began to get out of control. His green eyes seemed to rise a small flame, only longing for blood, blood, and endless blood.

"Have you finally revealed your despicable nature?" Claude covered the wound on his neck, but the blood still couldn't stop flowing out of his fingers, and the sweet smell of blood seemed to be seducing Fred.

"Fred, don't be fooled by him!" Raphael, who happened to come, stopped Fred who wanted to jump on him again, but it was still a step late. Claude stroked his bloody neck gracefully, and the blood slowly solidified at his fingertips. He calmly threw out the whip made of his own flowing blood, as if he could not feel the pain of tearing the wound. .

Seeing the blood beads splashing out of the air, Fred became more crazy, like a bow and arrow, rushing straight to Claude. If you have no problem with your ears, you can also hear Fred's resentful voice: "You beast, I must kill you!"

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What the hell happened?

Raphael was so angry that he didn't care about anything and stood in front of Fred. Even if the blood whip beats himself and he has to repair the tattered coat after returning to the bar, even if it feels strange that Fred's cold teeth bite on his neck - oh, my God! There's really nothing we can do! Why do those two people always fight as soon as they meet? Maybe people with similar personalities really can't get along with each other.

The blood whip stopped when it was about to touch Raphael. With a "bang", it lost its coagulation gravity, and the blood was scattered on the clean street. Although Claude's neck was bloody, his coat was neat, except for the collar wet with blood.

Let's take a look at the impulsive Fred again! The pale cheeks are stained with unknown blood. Outside the two thin lips, the small, pointed tiger teeth are still shining with dangerous light, and the coat is all tattered. The only better thing is to see the wound that has healed as before from the torn coat.

"Hey, Raphael, what are you doing? Is there any kind of brotherly picture in front of me again? I've always been not interested in these!" Fred was obviously still worried about what had happened just now. He thought that Raphael had come to protect Claude.

"Please, Fred, everything that happens in the bar is a misunderstanding! After all, you know me..." Before he finished speaking, Fred interrupted Raphael angrily: "I should have known for a long time that you are actually a little man who is greedy and afraid of death! What's more, elegance and dignity have always been the tricks that you demons are best at playing, aren't they? All right, all right, Raphael, I wish you a reunion! How's it going? Are you satisfied with such sincere blessings? Haha... It really makes me laugh, dear Raphael!"

It seemed that he still disliked that this matter was not troublesome enough. Claude blinked his smart eyes and asked Raphael with his back to him warmly: "My dear brother, did you rush here late at night to find me? Oh, I hope Satan bless you. Your answer must be yes, right?

"Listen! Listen! What touching words! My dear Raphael, why don't you show your charity to your only loved one? Use this to wash away the cold and cruel slander of the devil!" Fred sneered and turned around to leave. He was pulled by Raphael's arm: "Fred, don't you feel sorry for what you just said? After all..."

"None at all!" Fred shook off his hand and frowned in disgust, "The kindness to the enemy is the greatest harm to himself in the future!" I don't think you don't understand this, do you?"

Raphael was stunned for a moment, only a wry smile, watching Fred disappear step by step within the reach of his sight.

If it hadn't been for her damn kindness, the red-haired girl would not have died so miserable that every time she thought of herself, she would have an involuntary palpitation and subconscious vomiting.

This damn mercy!