Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 4 Street Raiders: Blood-Red Pupils

Bend even lower, leaning in front of his lowered head, you can almost see the texture of his hair clearly.

The guy was still arranging his clothes slowly. He took off the tissue covering his ears, and the white tissue with a little saliva was stained red with blood.

He kept one movement, looking at the red piece of paper.

There was a sudden shock in my heart, and there was an inexplicable oppressive figure floating in front of me, which was a force I had never felt before.

Suppressed by that guy's powerful aura, I unconsciously tilted my head back.

The early summer sun shone down on everyone on Top Street, but no one felt warm because of it.

On this guy in front of me, his body exuded a chill from hell. I saw his hands trembling with anger, and there was an invisible fear in my intuition.

The head in front of me suddenly lifted up slowly, and the gaze slowed down by the pupils directly grabbed my heart. This unprecedented confusion made me pull the police line.

"Cough..." The eyes in front of me completely entered the pupils. After brain analysis, my hostile expression was disturbed by my unnatural cough.

I stared blankly at this face, which was less than ten centimeters away from my eyes, his blood-red pupils poured straight into my eyes like an obsessed goblin, shocking my consciousness.

"Miss, stop." As if the world was about to be swallowed up by this powerful guy, a voice broke our secretly contested gaze.

The group of guys were coming back from a distance and running towards this side.

"Miss, if you don't cooperate, don't blame us for being unreasonable." The leader Xiaohu backed down and tried to persuade me again and again.

I also wanted to be a lady, and I promised myself not to fight, but now the anger suppressed in my body is clamoring to be released.

"Tired of living?" Withdrawing my dodging gaze, I turned around, leaned over, put one hand on the windy car hood, kicked out horizontally, and a solid flying kick landed on Xiaohu's chest.

I borrowed the concentration of this landing point in time, and moved the palm on the car before Xiaohu was kicked back by me. I turned my body half a circle, aimed at a bald guy again, and split my legs head-on. Fall on your back.

Standing firmly in front of everyone, the afternoon sun missed my figure.

With me at the center, an air of death seemed to fall on the surface of a mirror of fallen leaves, spreading out like ripples, scaring everyone.

(End of this chapter)