king of black mist.

Chapter 196 The feeling of Prague is back

"What did you say?" the housekeeper asked, tilting her head slightly.

"It's nothing." Li Changzhou stepped out of the coffin.

It's really nothing, because the simple system notification can't let Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia know his exact location.

"Is it just me to protect the invention king?" He changed the subject.

"Edison is someone the Prince values, you'd better be polite to him." The housekeeper took out a box that looked like a ring, "This is from the Prince."

Li Changzhou took it and opened it, and the thing inside was indeed a ring.

The whole is black with a circle of blood-colored patterns.

【Name: Vampire Ring】

【Type: Prop】

【Quality: D】

[Special effect: After wearing it, vampires can act in the early morning, evening, foggy days, rainy days, cloudy days and other days when the sun is not strong]

[Minimum usage conditions: Vampire]

[Introduction: At the request of the vampires, a work made by the witch Tessa, available to viscounts and below]

[Remarks: It is said that this is actually a curse, but flames can be used for cooking and can also cause fires. There should be no prejudice against power itself—if there is, it doesn’t matter]

Li Changzhou took out the ring and threw away the box (the housekeeper was a little displeased with this).

When he was about to put it on, he suddenly thought of it and asked, "Which finger does it mean that I have a girlfriend?"

The housekeeper raised her right middle finger at him, which was very contemptuous, provocative, and ironic.

"Thank you." Ren Zhongrong put on the ring, "I still want to tell you, do you have any companions?"

"No, but the villain Prince said that there may not be any undercover agents that time, so he can tell anyone the list to protect Li Changzhou."

"Understood, is there anything else I want to tell you?"

"There were no werewolves, wizards, churches, or demon hunters who stared at Li Changzhou that time."

"What are we doing? Going to war?" Ren Zhongrong asked, guessing at the same time that Sister Yang would be a wizard, or a knight or nun of the church.

"His mission is to protect Li Changzhou, and he needs to know the rest." The butler finally puts your middle finger, turns into a bat, and flies towards the pitch-white forest in the moonlight.

Li Qianxia turned the ring under her left middle finger and thought for a while.

Did I summon Edison immediately, because Edison did not summon me, it proved that it was convenient on your side.

When I was about to walk out of the cemetery, I looked back at my own grave that was opened from the outside, and after thinking about it, I decided to fill it in again.

Do it yourself, of course.

"Go back by yourself before you fill it out."

"Hiss~" The king cobra swept its tail, and a small bulldozer was swept back into the grave.

King Cobra and Li Qianxia have the same physical fitness, but because the structure is the same, the actual performance is also the same. The most direct difference is shooting, using tools and so on.

In the matter of filling the grave, Li Qianxia was obviously as convenient as wearing glasses with a long body.

That's an excuse, but it's also 100% a reason.

Step out of the grave and onto the streets of America in 1880.

At that time, there were no street lights, and kerosene and gas were still used. There was no artificial light on the streets in the early morning, only the hazy morning light on the horizon.

The sun was still out and the sky was blue.

No strip clubs, bars, tattoo parlors, etc. down the street.

A group of nightingales are yawning at work, and a few poisonous or drunkards are lying on the ground.

Li Qianxia, ​​who was alone and seemed thin and strong, walked by, and the two guys whistled at me, stood up, and walked towards me.

"Boss, alone?" Our bodies are low and small, like two doors.

"Yes." Li Qianxia stopped.

"Go this way, you have no good news to tell him." The thinner one pointed to the alley beside the road.

"You hate hearing good news the most." Li Qianxia smiled and walked towards the alley.

The two looked at each other, laughed sharply at the same time, and followed.

Such a good alley must be deserted.

A man was covered with his left hand from the front by a woman, and was picked up by the waist with his right hand, and his feet were pulled off the ground.

The man punched and kicked forward like a lunatic, and hit the woman's face with his elbow desperately, trying to poke her in the eye.

"Bitch! Grass!"

hit.

The severe pain made the woman loosen her arms.

As soon as he broke free from the shackles, the man rushed towards the eight people who were retreating in the alley with all his might, his low-heeled shoes thumping on the ground.

"Help you! Help!"

"Stop you, the seven of you will kill you together!"

The two door panels let out obscene laughter and moved, but stood side by side, blocking the alley to death.

The man is desperate, you raise your neck and try to whisper for help towards the main street in front of them.

But at the last moment, your neck was tightly held by the woman in front of you.

"I'll let him beg you, bitch."

The man was pushed hard, and he was pushed against the wall.

The woman grabbed your slender throat with one hand, and yanked your shirt off with the other hand.

The two doors whistled, quite pleased with the size on the shirt, and the white lace bra.

The man screamed and struggled at the same time, and the panic triggered your potential, making your strength less than usual.

"Slap!" The woman slapped you hard.

The man's lip was split.

The tip of Li Qianxia's nose was heavy, the smell of blood made me feel hungry.

"If you dare to yell again, you will cut his tongue." The woman tried to push her knee back between the man's legs.

The man burst into tears, his breathing was still heavy, and his body had almost stopped struggling.

The woman sneered and was about to say something.

"Hey," Li Qianxia said, "Are they imitating your style of play, but are they really having sex according to the wishes of women and men?"

The woman turned her head, looked me up and down, and laughed with desire: "You can even learn your woman's wishes."

"I see." Ren Zhongrong nodded, "The first time you came to the United States in 1880, you knew the local customs too well, so it's a shame that you made a mistake."

"What is his mother talking about!" The woman became impatient.

The emptiness was complete, and the warm air in the morning became overcast and hot. The Grim Reaper in a white cloak floated under the alley with a huge bone scythe on his shoulders.

"what"

The two doors in front of him were still screaming, and they were already smashed to the ground in a flash of white light.

The eyes turned completely white, the mouth was left open, and a disgusting saliva was secreted.

The god of death hastily put away the sickle and held it against his shoulder again.

"He, he!" The woman looked at me in horror, her legs moved forward subconsciously, but she stepped on the men's shirt that I had torn off by myself and fell down.

The Grim Reaper disappeared, and the woman lay down forever.

Li Qianxia looked at the shivering man curled up on the ground.

Looking at your blood-stained lips, Li Qianxia suddenly felt very dry, as if she hadn't drank water for a long time.

My hungry gaze made the normally sensitive man tremble and shrink his body even tighter.

"Sorry." Li Qianxia took off the jacket on her upper and lower body, and threw it over.

The jacket is almost as carefully manipulated as you can put it under a man.

"It's full of this kind of men, even on the bridge, you can still see it. So you think they are too."

The man shrank his body to speak.

Li Qianxia nodded, as if to say, well, it has something to do with you, and I'm afraid that you are also abnormal.

I turned around and was about to leave, when I suddenly remembered my purpose of following the two doors.

"Excuse me, how do I get to the big town of Menlo Park?" I asked the man.

"Fire, train."

"Thank you."

Li Qianxia turned around to avoid the corpses at the two doors, and walked towards the alley.

"Wait!" A man cried out in front of him.

"Are you okay?" Li Qianxia turned her head.

"He," the man seemed to have recovered a bit, "is he a good person?"

"Uh, what?" Li Qianxia turned the ring on her wrist, "Well, anyway, they will follow the wishes of women and men to have sex, and when they see women and men whose wishes are followed, they will also lend a helping hand."

The man wiped his tears and stood up.

Your body swayed halfway, and you hurriedly supported the wall to stabilize yourself.

"You are a reporter from "Scientific American". You are going to Menlo Park to interview Li Changzhou. If he wants, you can take him with you."

"What he should do now is go to the police, or go home, take a shower, and get a good night's sleep, right?" Li Qianxia asked curiously.

The man shook his head vigorously, clutching his jacket behind his chest to shield his body.

"You're from New York, do you have a place to live there," you explain, "and you've booked a hotel in Menlo Park, and you want to be alone at that time."

Li Qianxia thought for a while, and said to you: "No one who knows the way is with you, of course you are welcome, but you advise him to go to Menlo Park at that time."

"Why?" the Scientific American reporter asked consciously.

"Because people like you want to go there." Li Qianxia turned around and walked into the alley, "Go back early."

Before watching Li Qianxia leave, the man glanced at the eight corpses in the ground in horror, and hurriedly ran into the alley.

"It's a trick, you bloody vampire!" You cursed loudly.

Standing on the roof, Li Qianxia stroked her chin and looked at the back of the man going away.

Because the next time in 1928, it was discovered that Liu De was a player, and I lost my mind when I saw anyone that time, but even so, I also saw the flaw in deliberately letting this man's clothes be ripped off, and now
The hearts of those who play tactics are dirty!

I spread my left hand, and the Emerald Bee Sword slid out of my palm, aimed at the heart of the man who was walking slowly in the early morning street, and threw the dart specially.

The power as small as an explosion instantly pushed the extremely slender Emerald Bee Sword to an unbelievable speed.

Almost the moment I threw it out, the man froze, turned his head and looked at Ren Zhongrong.

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The wound was too big and healed instantly?

Li Qianxia jumped up from the top of the building, and at the same time, the Jade Bee Sword flew back to my hand, turning into Xiao Da who imitated your sword.

"Sorry," I held my sword and walked towards the man, "I let him down just now."

The man's expression changed, and then he sank.

At that time, the nightingales, poisonous ghosts, and zombies especially surrounded him.

"Oh?" Li Qianxia became interested, such instincts or skills seemed very boring.

My knees were slightly bent, and I was already under the man's face in the last moment.

The man saw my icy face, and caught a glimpse of emerald green light in his peripheral vision.

The sense of crisis is as special as a giant's hand, pinching your whole body until you can barely breathe.

The sword light was wiped off, and the man looked intact at first glance, but in the last second, his head and neck were misaligned, and blood overflowed.

However, Li Qianxia's eyes turned to the nearby one, a man who should be Nightingale, who imitated you, was running towards him at the speed of arrows imitating you.

transfer soul?

It seems that it must be activated before his own death - but this man can delay transfer and hide.

What's the meaning of that skill.

Me, Yang Qinglan, Ren Zhongrong, some people will abandon their bodies.

Yes too can hold you in case you need it in the future.

The people around jumped down at that time, trying to bury me, but at the last moment, those people flew out as if they were swept away by a shock wave.

"It's really useful, him!" A respectful voice came from above his head.

Li Qianxia raised her head.

A boy with blond hair and blue eyes in a white gothic suit descended from the sky.

I smiled when I saw each other.

"Is that your most hateful princess?"

"Huh!" Bi, who was humming softly, landed under Li Qianxia, ​​riding lowly on my neck.

The feeling of Prague came back immediately.

(End of this chapter)