The apex pet of the sick lady

Chapter 148 Gold Medal Hunter VS Blood Earl (18)

Fable returned to the tavern, but did not find Jing Fei there.

Titan said: "You haven't come back for a long time, he went out to find you, and it's been half an hour after calculation."

The fable that just entered the tavern, opened the door and went out again.

The full moon hangs high.

Above the forest, Jing Fei flapped his wings, and his figure was as fast as an afterimage, quickly passing over the forest.

There are also several people chasing after him, all of them are three generations of blood.

Such a vampire usually has an extraordinary status in the vampires, but it was unexpected that Doy had gathered so many.

As soon as he left from the white-haired mother-in-law, he was hunted down.

The timing was damned unlucky.

Jing Fei glanced at the bright full moon above his head, bit his lower lip, feeling the strength in his body was draining rapidly, accompanied by a sharp pain that seemed to crush his bones.

He discerned the directions around him, thought for a while, and flew quickly in one direction.

Half an hour later, after leaving the forest, and flying not far away, I saw a black shadow formed by a building.

These buildings are all small and sharp-edged houses, which are very dilapidated and connected together. They should be a village.

A dilapidated wooden sign was erected at the entrance of the village, and the incomplete word 'Kos' could be vaguely seen.

This is the village of Kushkura.

The most familiar place in Jing Fei's memory.

He entered this village, got into a house at random, and disappeared under the noses of those three generations of blood.

A few vampires stayed on the roof, a little anxious.

"People are gone."

"We'll look for it separately."

Several blood races separated and searched around this small village, but found nothing in the end.

Jing Fei came out of a basement.

The basement entrance is surrounded by stones and reeds, completely blocking the entrance.

Jing Fei first stretched out a thin and pale hand, grabbed the stone, and slowly climbed up. After just a few movements, he was so tired that he was out of breath. He was panting heavily. He lay in a reed under the moonlight. , his beautiful and delicate face did not have a trace of blood, and it had a sense of transparency that could be broken at a poke, as if a gust of wind could blow him away, and he would disappear into the world. There was a layer of fine beads of sweat, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, it could be seen that he was in great pain now.

Jing Fei doesn't have any strength now, if someone comes over, he doesn't even have the ability to hide.

There was a dead silence all around, and the night wind gently blew dust particles.

The smell of decay and weathering is everywhere.

Hundreds of years ago, the second night of the Carl family's demise.

The village of Kushkura was also massacred.

What was the reason, Jing Fei didn't know.

He was just a kid then.

Only after that night.

He was transformed into a vampire by Bruhe, took him to the vampire castle, and kept him by his side.

There he learned everything.

Callous and insensitive.

Outsiders say that Bruch treated him very well.

Even Bruch, a blood clan, saved a child that night, and was called kind by others.

Knowing that he was destroying Bruch's good deeds behind his back and causing Bruch countless troubles, his subordinates probably would say that he was a wolf in his heart.

But only he himself saw the elegant and calm Bruch that night ordered the vampire to kill his family.

He didn't know if the person who slaughtered the village was him, but he knew that the person who had a blood feud with him was Bruch.

He must kill him!

Jing Fei's eyes reflected the shadow of the moon, feeling the pain in his body.

It's all Ayan's fault!

Why hasn't anyone come to rescue him...

Jing Fei's vision gradually blurred.

"Are you OK?"

Four-year-old Jing Fei was still a white and tender little mound. He was lying on the ground with short hands and feet, his little face turned red from holding back, and he still couldn't get up.

Black hair with short ears, soft and broken hair covering the boy's forehead, his eyes are surprisingly big, clean enough to reflect the shadow of the world, his nose is red and his lips are white and tender, he is too beautiful, like in a shop window The well-dressed doll can be seen as a beauty embryo since childhood.

He blinked his eyes, and soon, tears welled up in his pupils, and he was about to cry with his mouth held back.

He was lying on the mound by the side of the road, and he was tripped. There are fields on both sides of the road. The villagers and parents are doing farm work. No one saw this scene.

The woman with silver hair and silver eyes had a cold and beautiful face, her crimson lips curled up, "Don't cry."

Jing Fei couldn't help crying.

The woman picked him up, told him to stand upright, and patted the dirt off his body, "What's your name?"

Jing Fei looked at this pretty sister and sniffed, "Jing, Jing Fei."

A soft little milk voice.

Jing Fei grabbed the woman's long hair with her very small hands, and tugged it a few times. Children's love has always been inexplicable, and he didn't want to cry at all. He grinned, revealing a row of white and cute hair. Little Teeth, "Sister! Sister!"

The woman wrapped her slender and white hands around the boy's little hand, and whispered softly, "Ah Yan."

The boy blinked, "Ah Yan! Ah Yan!"

The woman squatting in front of the boy was dressed in black, covered with blood, her long silver hair and fair face were clean and clear, like the light of a full moon night.

The piercing sound of the child's excitement startled the villagers.

"Jing Fei!"

The boy turned his head to look dully, the clear eyes are the ignorant eyes only of children.

Several villagers asked him, "Who were you with just now?"

Jing Fei clenched her small fists, loosened them, and tightened them again, feeling that the soft touch in her hands was gone. When she turned her head to look, there was a reed in front of her eyes that had been illuminated by the setting sun.

The woman is gone.

The boy let out a "huh", grinned and giggled, and shouted excitedly in a soft voice: "Magic! Magic!"

Villagers: ...

They smiled kindly and lovingly, "What a lovely child."

The setting sun slowly falls into the horizon, the dense night, and the night fog shroud the dead village.

The small figure is lying in a piece of reeds, with a pale and delicate face, a flying knife is deeply pierced in the right eye, and rose thorns are carved on the handle of the knife.

Large swaths of blood flowed from the corner of his eye to his body, and the other black pupil was hollow and numb, like a porcelain doll that had lost its soul.

A silver light flashed from the pupil of his left eye.

The boy blinked, and was already unconscious from the pain. The little milk voice was soft and had the power to heal everything, "Sister..."

Fable squatted down beside him, and touched her right eye with her beautiful hand, gouging out the silver-gray eyeball, thick blood dripped down and stained her hand.

The other silver-gray pupil slowly turned black.

She said softly, "Close your eyes."

The boy's only left eye was full of fear, he closed it obediently, and crystal clear teardrops slipped from the corner of his eye...

"Are you OK?"

Fable crouched beside Jing Fei, watching him stare blankly at the night sky after opening his eyes, without speaking or moving.

She leaned closer and pursed her thin lips slightly, "Jing Fei..."

The scattered light and shadow in Jing Fei's eyes slowly gathered, he moved his eyes from the full moon to Fable's face, and blinked, "Sister?"

(End of this chapter)