Chapter 297

"Are you a vampire?"

Lying on the sofa, ye Wanqing was shocked and breathless.

"Oh, dear ye, I hate people calling me a vampire. I'm a noble blood clan. Oh, no, it should be us!"

Molton took off his coat and leaned forward slightly, looking at Ye Wanqing's leisurely way.

"You What have you done to me? "

When ye Wanqing heard that Yan's mind was shocked, her mind suddenly roared. The sentence of the other party seemed like a sledgehammer, which hit her heart.

Ye Wanqing doesn't know much about vampires, but there are zombies in China. Similar to it, even the friars have an inexplicable fear of it.

"Nothing, just a drop of my blood to you!"

Molton closed his eyes slightly, sniffed deeply on Ye Wanqing's red cheek, and murmured: "Dear ye, do you know how much I love you? Even the Duke can only assimilate three of his kind in his life. Come back to England with me. "

In fact, the outside world's legends about vampires are all false, for example, as long as they are bitten by vampires, they will become vampires, or as soon as they see the sun, they will turn into ashes!

If the former is true, then vampires will not be suppressed by the Vatican in Europe. The world has long been a vampire.

Vampires hate the sun, but it's not as bad as the rumor. At the level of Morton, they have no fear of the sun. The inheritance of

vampires can be carried out in addition to self repair to the Duke, and the rest depends on blood coagulation. Blood coagulation is the essence of a blood race.

Morton is also forced to have no way, missed this opportunity, he worked so hard for so long, it all came to nothing.

Ye Wanqing's eyes were full of blood and tears. He stared at Morton and squeezed out two words: "mean!"

She didn't understand what the other party said about hemagglutination. Now what she can feel is that her whole body is soft, her body doesn't seem to be her own, and her blood is boiling fiercely, as if she is going to burst out the next moment!

"Ah..."

Gradually, ye Wanqing's body gushed out a lot of blood spots, and her consciousness fell into a semi coma. These blood spots gathered more and more, and gradually covered her body, which was extremely ferocious, and her lips were bitten.

There is pain and itching, the whole body up and down as if there are countless ants squirming back and forth, pain.

For a time, ye Wanqing's brain was out of control, and he didn't know where the strength came from. His hands began to tear on his body.

"Oh, dear ye, be patient for a while!"

Seeing this, Morton quickly grasped her arm, and then said in a deep voice: "Dear ye, the pain is temporary. Don't worry. I promise you that as long as you have three times of hemagglutination, you will be a noble blood clan in the future!"

"Ah, Ying..."

The blood spots on Ye Wanqing's face stand out one by one. It's very frightening. How can he notice the spring light on his body and make a loud sound in his mouth.

"Dear ye, I really can't bear to see you suffer like this."

Looking at each other's exquisitely delicate body revealed blood spots, Morton not only did not feel disgusted, but enjoyed the general squinting eyes, showing greed!

"Well, dear ye, in order to alleviate your pain, I have to offend you."

Molton's eyes brightened and he looked at the little spring light. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva from his throat and immediately started to pick Ye Wanqing's clothes.

He was well aware of the pain, and in order to alleviate the feeling, and for his own sake, Morton had evil thoughts.

Shua!

Just then, a strong wind burst out of the air and went straight behind Morton!

For a moment, Molton's vigilance rose, and he almost subconsciously wanted to retreat. But as soon as he saw Ye Wanqing on the sofa, he gritted his teeth and rolled on the sofa with his arms!

Dong!

The sofa was tilted to one side, and Morton and ye Wanqing rolled to the wall in confusion on the ground. Before they got up, Morton's throat was sweet, and there was a hot blood gushing out of his mouth!

Although just now she hid in time, but still was wiped a little shoulder, now hot pain.

"It's you!"

At the moment, in the room, there was a woman with seaweed like big wavy boots. She was looking at them with a cold face. When she saw this woman, Morton was puzzled!

Windbreaker, mature, high nose, who else is Chris?

"Morton, you are really willing to give your blood to a Chinese. The face of the blood clan is really a shame to you."

Chris's face is about to sink out of water. When he sweeps Ye Wanqing, his face is full of sarcasm.

After hearing this, Morton turned his face and bit his teeth. He said, "I don't care about my business. Please leave."

"You..."

Chris's face stagnated, and his eyes almost burst with fire. He took a deep breath and tried to soften his face: "don't forget, Morton, this is Huaxia. It's impossible for you and this woman.""What's the matter with Huaxia? She's my favorite. I'm going to take her back to England. She will be a blood clan in the future!"

"Morton, are you crazy? Have you forgotten the oath between us and the Chinese friars? Bring him back, do you want to bring disaster to Britain? "

When he heard what the other person said, Chris changed his face and yelled.

"Hum, don't scare me with these empty ones. In my eyes, the Chinese friars are a group of clowns. If they were not the hypocrites of the Holy See, how could they have lost that battle?"

Morton, unmoved, gave a cold, sneering smile.

"Morton, you are playing with the rules. Now go back, kill this woman, and come back to Europe with me. I can take today's event as a dream!"

Chris raised his foot and took a step forward. He glanced at Ye Wanqing, who was almost unconscious on the ground. He said with no expression.

"It's impossible. It's absolutely impossible. I'll take her away. From now on, she's mine!"

At Chris's words, Morton glared and yelled at her.

"Well, you can't do it. I'll do it for you."

See the other side is still stubborn, Chris a single hand, on the back of the hand more than three metal like barbs, big step force!

"Chris, you dare!"

With a flash of body, Morton stood in front of Ye Wanqing, looking like an enemy.

"What's the matter? Why do you want to stop me? "

Chris's face flashed a hint of irony, almost hate voice: "Morton, I didn't expect that you left Europe, the thought has been polluted, had I known this, I might as well let my brother kill you!"

"Chris, don't push me. If you want to kill her, step on me first."

Molton also knew that he was not the opponent of the other side. Although he was anxious in his heart, he could only harden his head.