The manual of saving male god of fast crossing system

Chapter 956 Campus Situation, Earl, Addicted to Kissing! 35
Under the dark night.

The street lamps flickered, and the shrill shouts continued.

"Ah-help oh-uh-help-"

In a remote alley, a man was strangled by a man wrapped in a black windbreaker and slammed into the wall.

"Hahaha...humble human being...look at his frightened pupils..." Another man laughed wildly.

"I beg you... please forgive me..."

The man's head was covered with blood, and he looked at the two outstanding men in front of him in horror.

"Hans...he asked us to spare him..." Bran turned his head to Hans and said, with sarcasm in his blood red eyes.

Hans said impatiently: "Okay, Bran, kill him quickly, let's go."

Bran likes to torture humans and see them dying, but Hans doesn't like it. He has to listen to the screams of the food before eating, and the noise is annoying.

Moreover, for some reason tonight, he felt a little uneasy.

The blood hunters were searching for them everywhere, but they couldn't be found by just a few blood hunters, not to mention that they appeared at irregular times.

"You are still as boring as ever." Bran said dissatisfiedly, and snorted coldly, and he roughly tore off the arm of the man who was holding his throat.

Blood spewed out and splashed on the wall and the floor. The man screamed again, and the howling of ghosts and wolves sounded terrifying in the night.

Bran smiled cruelly and then tore off the man's other hand, piercing through the man's abdomen, blood staining his hand.

"Tsk, the screams of the prey are so nice, and the taste of blood is so delicious..." Bran licked the scarlet blood on his fingers with great interest.

Hans had sucked blood a long time ago, and he leaned against the wall without much interest, watching Bran enjoy his prey with cold eyes.

Bran showed his beast-like fangs, biting the weak man fiercely, and blood poured into his throat like a tide.

Right now.

"Bran!" Hans put his hand on Bran's shoulder.

Bran pulled out his fangs, and blood flowed from his mouth, shocking: "What's wrong with Hans?"

"Something's wrong." Hans felt a sudden aura.

Bran didn't realize it, the blood entering his throat made him full of energy, and said proudly: "What are you afraid of, follow the master to country Z, no blood hunter can catch us..."

Hans' expression was extremely ugly: "It's not a blood hunt, it's a kind of...something is coming..." He couldn't describe the feeling, the breath of death approached silently.

They are cursed vampires, and few things can kill them.

Only blood hunting can hurt a vampire with silverware, but it is far from having such a terrifying aura.

"What?" Bran wondered.

"Let's get out of here!" Hans grabbed Bran's arm tightly and moved quickly to leave.

The speed of the vampire was comparable to that of a beast, but before Hans could run 100 meters, he slammed into a transparent wall.

"Who is it?! Come out!" Bran roared, his fangs gleamed fiercely in the moonlight, and his blood-red eyes stared like a beast.

"Are you calling me?" A cold voice came from the air.

The pupils of Hans and Bran shrank fiercely, and under the bright moonlight, the boy in the air spread his wings, as if a demon descended.

"Count!" Hans exclaimed in horror.

The ancient century has passed for a long time, even Robert, the descendant of the prince, does not have the wings of the devil.

Cyril looked cold, staring at the two vampires on the ground.

(End of this chapter)