Love in the Dark: The Vampire Husband, Come to Fight

Chapter 232 The Realm of Despair

In the luxury car, Jin Mingfeng turned on his phone to check the news.

Jun Zetian sat on the side, looking out worriedly.

The car started, and he only hoped that Guren could escape safely.

"Don't die..."

You must be able to escape.

in the building.

Honglian, who was hunted down by the siege, hid in XZ and broke through everywhere. Even if he was a vampire, he was very tired, highly concentrated and very tired.

But he didn't dare to stop, because the pursuers behind him were too powerful, once they stopped, they would die.

"Little Lord……"

You must not die so easily, even if it is for the young master, you must persist until the last second!
Relying on his tenacious will, Honglian escaped the kills again and again, but his speed has gradually slowed down due to exhaustion.

Those seven people also cooperated tacitly, surrounded him unhurriedly, and jointly attacked, forcing Honglian to flee desperately again.

——They wanted to exhaust him to death.

This is the cruel reality, the hatred between vampires and vampire hunters, the hatred accumulated in countless bloody battles, this sad fate.

If Honglian and Jun Zetian win, these blood hunters will undoubtedly die. Right or wrong, there is only a point of view, there is no right or wrong, and in the end it is just the winner and the loser.

It was dusk, the wind was stronger, and the city was busy and noisy during off-duty hours, but the city hall was still relatively quiet. Among the old buildings, the red lotus was at stake.

The setting sun was like blood, reflecting his blood red eyes.

Looking at those seven terrifying and ruthless enemies, Hong Lian smiled miserably, and couldn't help but secretly said in her heart: If he died today, how would he repay the kindness of the young master's family, but now, how would he escape?

So miserable, so hopeless.

There was a resolute look on her handsome face, Honglian at this moment, just like Jun Zetian just now, was desperate and could only fight with trapped beasts.

If there is a knife, if there is a knife...

If he had a famous sword in hand, how could he be so red?
Physical strength, spirit, and willpower were all being consumed in the wind. The enemy's blade pierced his arm, and the enemy's bullet grazed his thigh, facing the moment of death.

Honglian roared: "Draw out your sword and cut it together!"

He didn't have a sword in his hand, but he had a sword in his heart. In desperation, Honglian closed her eyes and held the air in her hand, making a movement of drawing the sword and slashing together.

Is this a tired trance, or a frantic act of despair?

--unknown.

However, at that moment, Honglian was astonishingly beautiful, a ray of light from outside came in and shone on him, his long dark red hair turned into golden red in the light of the setting sun, and the saber aura made his hair lightly flutter.

That picture is like a leaping god, with a calm and beautiful face, a perfect fighting posture, with scars all over, and fearlessly launched the final blow. The setting sun coated him with a layer of golden light, obviously he is a vampire , but with a sense of sacredness and awe-inspiring righteousness.

At this moment, Honglian has no fear, no worries, only the heart to face death calmly.

The realm of despair——unwillingness to the extreme, despair to the extreme, and life to the extreme, he is calm and relieved, it is nostalgia, and it is also the recognition of himself. .

It was as if he had regained his grip on the famous sword, and he performed the drawing of the sword perfectly - even more perfect than perfect.

The seven masters thought that Honglian was crazy, they ignored Honglian's weird behavior, and wanted to give him the last blow together.

but……

(End of this chapter)