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Chapter 473 The Targeted Zhuge Gen

Chapter 473 The Targeted Zhuge Gen
Under the moonlight, there is an ancient banyan tree at the entrance of the village.

The branches and leaves are luxuriant, and a dozen arms-thick air roots extend from the thick branches, deeply inserted into the ground like tentacles. As a breeze blows, the banyan leaves rub against each other, making a chilling rustling sound .

At this moment, under the bright moonlight in the sky, under the shadow of the banyan tree stood a Western European man in a black robe.

His face was pale and bloodless, his tall nose bridge and blue pupils indicated that the other party had a very pure Ottoman blood. He was a standard western European and American male. The only problem was that he was a little short in height, and he was only a little over 1.7 meters tall when he wore shoes.

However, considering that the opponent is a vampire, and the Ottoman Empire more than 100 years ago, the average height at that time was less than 1.7 meters.

So the opponent's height doesn't seem to be a problem.

"Cough cough!"

Coughing violently, the Grand Duke of Vampire subconsciously took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth. Along with the uncontrollable shaking of his body, a mass of sticky blood was coughed out from his shattered lungs down his throat.

Don't look at the friendly appearance of a brother-in-law without quitting drinking in front of Chen Changqing, but in reality?
Not abstaining from alcohol has never been a good person to touch.

He recognized Chen Changqing, on the one hand, because Chen Changqing was strong, and it was the instinct of all creatures to worship the strong.On the other hand, it was because of the ambiguous relationship between Chen Changqing and Tu Shiqi, which was why it was easy to talk without quitting drinking.

On the other hand, Edwards, the vampire prince?
As a great master of ancient martial arts, there is a natural disdain for not quitting alcohol.

In his opinion, these people are completely a group of insects without fighting spirit.

It is also under the shadow of the ancestors, but on the Yiren side, although it is difficult to make breakthroughs on the existing basis because of the shackles of the blood, at least the Yiren knows how to work hard.

And from ancient times to the present, there are still many strangers who have succeeded.

Just like Zhang Zhiwei of Tianshi Mansion.

Of course, has the old heavenly master broken the shackles of blood?
Before he makes a move, no one knows.

But what is certain is that if the other party has broken through the last level to become a land god, then Zhang Zhiwei will break free from the shackles of the bloodline, thus sublimating his own bloodline genes and becoming a new powerful bloodline.

But even if he didn't succeed, the other party was only one step away from success.

After all, the old celestial master was the most likely alien in the world to break through the terrestrial fairyland decades ago.

On the other hand, these blood races, after so many years, besides sucking blood, the only cultivation method they have mastered is to sleep, and this sleep is not for improving their strength, but for delaying the aging of their own souls.

Because the blood race doesn't exercise their bodies or their wills.

Therefore, the souls of the blood races are very weak, and in order to maintain the survival of the souls, they can only prolong their lives through the low-consumption mode of sleep.

Of course, it is not that there are no cultivation methods at all.

There are shamans in the West, who use meditation to practice.

But it is very elementary, even rougher than those of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods.

Of course, the blood race can also practice meditation, but as nobles, they will never practice what these inferior people practice.

This is also the reason why Bujiu despises these blood races so much.

Because from the bottom of his heart, he never took a fancy to Edwards, the blood prince.

So after Chen Changqing left.

Seeing that his subordinates were injured, the non-stop drinking immediately turned his face.

Edwards, the blood prince, wanted to be tough, but when he saw the cold eyes of not quitting drinking?

His heart sank, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little more worried. Originally, Prince Edward wanted to ask for an explanation if he didn't give up drinking. After all, he was embarrassed if he didn't give up drinking at noon today, but looking at the expression of not giving up drinking at this moment?

Prince Edward suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a mistake.

That's why I think so.

If you don't quit drinking during the day, you can lose face in front of so many people.

If you go to find yourself at night and don't quit drinking, the other party will definitely give you face?
There is another question, that is, if he doesn't give up drinking, if he doesn't give himself face, what should he do?
hit?Turn your face directly?

I looked at my subordinates, they are very strong!
All of them are at the level of the Grand Duke of the blood race, coupled with the strong vitality of the blood race, this is much more resistant to beating than ordinary grandmasters.

And as a prince of the blood clan, his strength is also a super master comparable to that of a grand master.

But for some reason, Edwards always felt that he was not so safe in the face of not giving up drinking, and he didn't even have the courage to fight.

This is the master of the Great Master Consummation, what if he really hacked himself to death?
Although his subordinates are stronger than the opponent, the opponent's boss is stronger than his boss, and may even kill him.

And between losing face and losing life?
The lesser of two evils, Edwards decisively threw away the blood-blooded Duke who took the lead.

Fortunately, Bujiujiu has been very busy recently, and Tonglin Town and Daozang Town Longyu are about to open. Bujiujiu, who didn't want to cause trouble, just slashed at the other party, and he used the back of the knife, but even so, he still severely injured the blood clan. Duke.

And in order not to make his subordinates feel cold, it can also be regarded as some compensation for the other party.

Edwards lifted the "blood ban" of the Blood Duke, and compensated the other party with a quota of blood slaves.

Blood prohibition, a prohibition law that restricts vampires from sucking blood.

After all, this is the post-industrial era, not Europe in the fourteenth century, and there are not so many slaves for you to suck blood.

And for the vampires, sucking blood is a very cool thing.

Especially in the [-]th and [-]th centuries, farmers were often sucked dry by blood.

In order to avoid this from happening and causing mass social panic.

Therefore, at the end of the eighteenth century, there was a rudimentary form of the blood prohibition.

By the nineteenth century, the blood prohibition had been completely perfected.

When you can suck blood, when you can't suck blood, how much blood you can suck at a time, and what kind of punishment will be imposed if you kill someone because you suck too much blood, all of these are described in the blood ban.

The so-called blood slaves are slaves who specialize in providing blood for the blood clan.

Every blood slave has a mark, which can be included in the name of the blood clan as property.

According to the strength of the blood clan, the contribution to the blood clan, the treatment that each blood clan can enjoy, the blood slaves they have, and the quality of the blood slaves are different, which are somewhat similar to the clan rules of the clan.

And for this injured Grand Duke of blood?

Speaking of Prince Edward's capital, it would be a bit against his will.

But in order to win people's hearts, the prince still gritted his teeth and expressed his willingness to compensate the other party for a blood slave whose strength did not exceed the level of the grand duke.

Of course, the blood slave can't take it from his own hands, but the other party has to catch it himself.

But that's okay, the current Golden Triangle lacks everything, except for powerful human beings.

To tell the truth, even though he was stabbed and lost half of his life, he still had such a quota of blood slaves.

For this grand duke of the blood family, it seems that he still has a little bit of money?

No way, since Big Brother left, the West is now talking about human rights every day, coupled with the impact of the Internet, if the movement becomes a little louder, it will attract the attention of a lot of people, which will cause the scarcity of blood slaves.

The life of the blood family is not easy, the economy is sluggish, the employment rate is low, and the price of goods is increasing rapidly.

Many people can only go to the blood bank to sell blood to drink, but this is the lowest-end blood, which does not provide much energy.

The real good stuff is the blood just collected by the high-level blood slaves, which is absolutely priceless.

It's not that the Grand Duke of the blood clan didn't know that it was safer to go back to Western Europe to catch the blood slaves, but the problem was that it was extremely difficult for Western Europe to find a powerful blood slave.

And the golden triangle in front of him is just a very good opportunity.

Unfortunately, the Grand Duke of the Blood Race under the banyan tree saw Zhuge Gen on the street.

Although the other party is a bit older, but the strength is still very good, the most important thing is that the blood Duke is small-minded.

He remembered very clearly that when he got off the train at noon today, it was this man from Xia who pushed him.

Moreover, the opponent's strength is also very good, and he can maximize the profit of his quota this time.

So after a short thought, the eyes of the Grand Duke of the Blood Race became a little hotter.

Throw away the blood-stained handkerchief casually.

Under the dark night, his figure was like a ghost, and he flew towards Zhuge Gen quickly.

On the other side, half-smoked cigarettes are thrown aside.

In fact, he doesn't smoke. If it wasn't for Chen Changqing, Zhuge Gen wouldn't have cigarettes on him at all.

Holding three copper coins in his hand at this moment, he couldn't help but look a little more dignified. Just now, when he was bored, he made a fortune teller for himself, and the fortune teller showed that the situation was not good. Zhuge Gen thought carefully for a while.

It turns out that it is a bad sign, and it is even very likely to be life-threatening.

But that doesn't mean I'm doomed.

The great road is fifty, the sky is four and nine, and people are one of them.

Even in the most dangerous situation in the world, there is still a glimmer of life. The key depends on whether you can break through the predicament of narrow escape and escape.

And just when Zhuge Gen was thinking about who he had offended recently, and who wanted to harm him.

A black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, wearing a black robe, the bloodless Grand Duke grabbed Zhuge Gen's neck, his sharp claws stuck on his main artery like a sharp blade, and then he spoke a Western European-style English :

"Don't move, follow me!"

(End of this chapter)