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Chapter 206 Your Highness, Would You Like a Cup of Sweet and Delicious Blood?
Originally, it only needs to be watered for another five days, only five days...

Ai Wei Qianye squatted down and reached out to hold a mixture of pottery clay and blood. His fingers, which were originally as white as warm jade, were full of dirt.

At this moment, he was like a drowning man, clutching at a straw tightly.

He clearly knew that the road ahead was a dead end, but he still held on to an illusory hope and refused to let go.

Desperate and crazy.

The mortal was petrified and stood motionless.

The pottery clay on the ground was broken everywhere, but the outline of the face could still be seen on the remains of the pottery clay.

That is, sister...

When he was a child, he hummed tunes and told stories to him every day, and the elder sister who put her to sleep.

He left home to study three years ago, and when he came back, he didn't see his elder sister. When asked about it, his parents only said that his elder sister was seriously ill and died.

But he deliberately ignored the struggle in his mother's eyes that was intertwined with fear and pain.

In fact, it is so...

It turned out that the legendary witch who seduced the gods, was burned to death in public, and turned into a ghost after her death was her sister...

But, it's my sister, such a kind and beautiful sister...

The mortal finally took a step forward and walked tremblingly to the side of the clay.

He stretched out his hand to touch the face that was kneaded from clay and was shattered by the fall, but he dared not touch it.

In the end, he only dared to stop on top of her nose, and whispered, "Sister..."

"roll!"

Aiwei Qianye finally recovered from his stupor, and with a wave of his robe, he threw the mortal several feet away, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Just when Ai Wei Qianye was about to strike again, giving that mortal a fatal blow.

The clay suddenly peeled off piece by piece spontaneously, and melted into the bloody water bit by bit.

And inside the broken and peeling clay, a moist and warm soul power slowly emerged.

Let Ai Wei Qianye and that mortal be so warm and kind that they almost shed tears.

"Rumor..."

"elder sister……"

The rising radiant power gradually transformed into the phantom of the nursery rhyme.

The phantom smiled at Ai Wei Qianye, just like the days when they were carefree in Yangu.

"Qianye," she said with a smile, "don't kill him, he is my little brother, very good. You two will get along well."

"I'm leaving."

"At first, I was still worried. If I get old and wrinkled, should I hide from you? But I was afraid that if I hid, you would worry and look for me all over the world. But I didn't want you to see me I'm getting old and ugly."

"It's all right now, I finally don't have to worry about this anymore. Chiba, you have to live well, just like us before, watching the mountains and clouds, watching the sunrise and sunset, watching the stars, the moon and the galaxy."

"Don't kill people anymore, they will be confused, but there are also sensible people."

"Qianye, you have to live well, and—"

The voice gradually decreased, and finally became angry.

But Chiba still heard it.

"Also—don't forget me..."

Word by word, knocking on Ai Wei Qianye's heart, a dull pain.

The soul power of the nursery rhyme faded little by little, and the phantom slowly dispersed.

Ai Wei Qianye desperately wanted to hold those scattered souls in his hands.

But in the end, the phantom disappeared.

And when he spread out his palms, there was nothing but nothingness.

After all, he still didn't hold any soul.

That night, the wind and cloud changed, and the sky and the earth changed color.

On the second day, the gods died.

Aiwei Qianye didn't kill people anymore, but he couldn't resolve the anger in his heart. He squeezed his original power into eleven people, killing on his behalf, and venting his anger.

Then, he passed on the power of the sun when he was the sun god to that mortal, nursery rhyme's younger brother.

Since then, there are no gods in the world, only human beings, eleven ferocious vampire princes, and one sunwalker prince who is both good and evil.

And the mysterious and treacherous ancestor of vampires.

　I'm back!Merry Christmas!Miss me yet?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)