Chapter 390： Throne made of blood

Fan Mengxue took a deep breath and stared at the man with a wretched smile.

"Mr. President, what do you want to say?"

"Miss Fan, you have been in your career for so many years. I believe you should understand this. As long as you accompany me once, I guarantee that this award is yours, and I can also use all my resources to help you!"

The man's face was full of determination to win.

In his opinion, Fan Mengxue has no reason to refuse.

Fan Mengxue's eyes grew colder when she heard the words, she slowly stood up, and said coldly: "Sorry, Mr. Chairman, I think you should find the wrong person! Goodbye!"

Fan Mengxue didn't want to pester this kind of person anymore.

Isn’t it just a movie award?

Fan Mengxue's refusal on the spot made the man a little astonished, and then said gloomily: "Miss Fan, I hope you better think it through. If I say something, your movie will never be released in Europe again! Understand?"

Fan Mengxue suddenly turned around, staring at the proud man, his eyes gradually darkened.

She just tried to solve the matter in a peaceful way, but helpless, there are always people looking for death by themselves.

"Aging!" Fan Mengxue shouted coldly.

A gray light fell on the man.

The man was somewhat disapproving at first, "Miss Fan, I never believed these so-called..."

But before the words were over, the man felt a sharp pain in his whole body. He raised his hand and found that the skin on his arm had become dry and wrinkled, just like a dead old man.

He let out a terrified roar, "What did you do to me? No..."

The man felt that something was falling down his face, and he touched it with his hand to discover that it was actually a large piece of dead skin.

But at this moment, he couldn't even make a roar. He could only look at Fan Mengxue in horror with a pair of cloudy and old eyes, and then continued to age at a speed visible to the naked eye.

quickly!

He became a skinny skeleton, and then died in pain.

Fan Mengxue stood blankly.

Anastasia walked in slowly, with a look of approval on her face, "It's very good! But I think that next time you don't need to talk nonsense, you can deal with this kind of person, just do it!"

But before Anastasia finished speaking, Fan Mengxue could no longer control it.

She only felt a cramp in her stomach, and squatting down was a violent retching.

This is the first time she kills by herself.

And it still uses dark sorcery.

The impact on her was not small.

Anastasia looked at Fan Mengxue who was squatting on the ground with pity, and said lightly: "It's the same for the first time killing, just get used to it! Believe me, you will love this feeling sooner or later!"

Fan Mengxue raised her head to look at him, eyes full of tears.

"I will never like the feeling of killing!"

Anastasia laughed and said softly: "Hundreds of years ago, I murdered for the first time. It was a young priest. After being attacked by me with dark magic, he died in agony in front of me. I still remember his horrified and hateful eyes. My reaction was bigger than you at the beginning, but I insisted on coming over!"

As he said, Anastasia's expression gradually became serious.

"Remember, you are on a dark road, and you are not the same as others. You are destined to ascend the Throne of the Dark Witch, but this throne was made with blood and death! You have no choice!"

Fan Mengxue lowered her head, something gradually disappeared in her eyes, and something more.

"This president can be considered a celebrity, so he died, how to deal with the subsequent impact?" Fan Mengxue asked.

Anastasia nodded approvingly, "Very good, a qualified dark witch should have this kind of calmness!"

Then she glanced at the skeleton on the sofa with disdain.

"In Europe, apart from the **** group of light locusts and blood bats, no one is an opponent of the Dark Council! The president of a small association, I have notified the aftermath, and since then, he seems to have never existed. No one will pursue this matter."

Anastasia is right. After hundreds of years of operation, the Dark Council has become a giant in the European underground world.

Dealing with a small president is naturally a matter of course.

s country.

In the hotel.

Quintina swallowed the Marquis' blood bead that Xue An had bestowed on her.

The stagnant cultivation base once again began to climb rapidly.

at last.

With a loud bang.

The wings behind Quintina stretched out completely, the previous two and a half pairs of wings have now been transformed into three pairs.

Then she opened her eyes slowly, a pair of red eyes filled with redness, and it took a while before she gradually returned to normal.

And Benedict was already crawling on the ground with excitement, "My Excellency Quintina, congratulations on finally entering the position of Marquis!"

That's right, Marquis of Blood!

Quintina finally reached this level.

Quintina nodded slightly, got up and went to the room where Xue An lived.

"My lord!" Quintina said respectfully Xue An and An Yan were sitting on the ground playing games. After Quintina came in, Xue An turned his head and gave a slight smile.

"Breakthrough as a Marquis?"

"Yes! It's all because of the cultivation and help of adults!" Quintina said respectfully.

Xue An did not speak, but violently pressed the handle, and had a good time with An Yan.

After finally losing to An Yan, Xue An stood up and said lightly: "How many days before the opening of the Blood Mountain?"

"Tomorrow is the night of the full moon!"

"Very good!" Xue An nodded in satisfaction.

"My lord, there is one more thing I want to tell you!"

"Ok?"

"Among the blood clan, after becoming a marquis, you have the qualification to enter the blood mountain to listen to the blood clan council. At that time, we will be able to go in honestly for this reason!"

Xue An frowned slightly, "Does it need to be so troublesome? Isn't it good to just go in?"

"Uh..." Quintina was startled by Xue An's words.

Then Xue Ancai smiled slightly, "I am teasing you, okay, then we will pretend to be your blood slaves and go into the blood mountain to see what this sanctuary of blood is like!"

Although Xue An said so, Quintina looked at the excitement on Xue An's face, and she couldn't help but think of a thought that she thought was absurd.

Your lord... don't you really want to go directly to the blood mountain, right?

the next day.

When the moonlight at night just fell on the ground.

In the sky above the capital of country s, there was faint wind and cloud stirring, and the center of the wind and cloud was red.

Quintina pointed to the mysterious red, "My lord, that is the entrance to the Blood Mountain!"

Xue An nodded, "Very well, let's go now!"

Quintina nodded, turned into blood and rushed forward. Xue An hugged An Yan and followed closely behind, and went straight to the clouds.