The infinite life of a certain beauty

Chapter 83 The Gap Between Bloodlines and Vampires (please collect it!)
"Step aside."

"Go away!"

With a gloomy expression, Dickon pushed open the door of his office vigorously, walked to the corridor outside, heard all kinds of screams from below, and the sound of vise clamping teeth, took a deep breath, walked to the edge of the guardrail, and looked down.

Into the eye!

All are gray.

That's how many vampires died.

Dickon looked at the ashes coming from below and being sucked into the ventilation duct, and cast his eyes on the corridor about five floors away from him with an ugly expression.

That is a couple of vampire hunters who are killing all directions and cooperate with each other tacitly.

A man in a suit and leather shoes, with one right hand, and one of his vampires was thrown away by him.

The woman, dressed in a seductive uniform, flew out spider webs from both hands, wrapped his vampire in the air, pulled out his teeth, and drove a wooden stake, all in one go.

When the uniformed woman fell to the ground again, his fang-lost vampire also screamed and turned into ashes at the same time.

"Fuck!"

"Run!"

"The ones ahead, don't block the road."

The vampires on that floor shouted, and turned their heads to look at the malevolent couple who were carrying out the tooth extraction operation with a clear division of labor. They felt that the whole vampire was not well, and they were afraid that they would slow down and become the next tooth extraction target.

Didn't it mean that these hunters who like to hunt vampires like to be active on the east coast?

How could he suddenly come to them.

Dickon took in all this scene in his eyes, took a deep breath, grabbed the guardrail with his left hand, and jumped down directly.

boom!
Dickon landed with great momentum, and directly shattered the six high-quality tiles under his feet.

A vampire who ran away in a panic looked at Dickon who appeared in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he ran towards Dickon.

Shout for help!

"Boss!"

"Go away!"

Seeing this, Dickon slapped the vampire that was about to pounce on him, and slapped it away.

A scream came in an instant, followed by a bang, and the vampire, who was blown away by Dickon, fell freely and landed on the tiles in the hall.

moment.

Black blood flowed from the back of the vampire's head.

"Tsk tsk."

Kirk looked at the aggrieved vampire, clicked his tongue twice, took a large bag of fangs from Gwen, put it away, and looked at Gwen with a sigh: "This vampire is at least 50 years old, and it is worth at least two thousand dollars."

Gwen didn't speak, but poked Kirk's waist, and motioned Kirk to look at Dickon, who suddenly appeared and brought a deep sense of spiders, with a gloomy face and a pale face, as if he had been imprisoned for 35 years and hadn't seen the light of day.

This vampire is dangerous.

Gwen looked at Dickon vigilantly, thinking so.

Kirk withdrew his gaze from the lost Four Thousand Beauty Island, looked at Dickon, and raised his eyebrows after seeing Dickon's appearance clearly.

"Dickon Frost?"

"Who are you!"

Dickon looked at Kirk with a gloomy expression, then his eyes fell on Gwen, and then on Kirk again: "She is a spider-type vampire, but who are you?"

Gwen next to her raised her eyebrows.

what?
She is a vampire?
What a fart!

The old lady is human.

Purebred.

Three generations of serious old New Yorkers, the ancestors of the Stacey family, came here on the Mayflower, the real old Federal people.

and so……

You are the vampire, all of your family are!
what.

Wait a moment.

Gwen blinked, this guy seemed to be a vampire.

Uh.

Kirk chuckled, and didn't intend to exchange pleasantries with Dickon, so he directly brought the topic to the main topic.

"You want to revive Madora?"

"..."

Dickon frowned, looking at Kirk.

"who are you."

"You can call me Kirk."

"Kirk?"

"Yes."

"do not know."

"fine."

Kirk looked at Dickon who said he didn't know him, and didn't feel any annoyance. Instead, he nodded with a smile: "Have you found a way to revive Madora?"

He didn't come here to greet him, and it didn't matter if he knew him or not.

not to mention……

Kirk has always kept a low profile.

Not to mention vampires, even among the vampires, his name became known to more and more vampires only after he had close contact with the royal Volturi.

Dickon didn't speak, but stared at Kirk and disappeared in place.

Seeing this, Kirk shook his head and smiled.

Maybe it's time to raise your profile.

With that in mind, Kirk disappeared in the same place with a hissing sound, and when he reappeared, the scene seemed to have appeared many times.

boom!
Kirk's right hand was like a pincer, pinching Dickon's neck, and slamming it directly against the wall.

In an instant.

Cracked walls.

Dickon was dumbfounded.

next second.

Dickon looked at Kirk who was pinching his Potts, and couldn't help but lose his voice.

"Bloodlines!"

"very good."

Kirk smiled slightly, retracted his right hand, straightened his cuff, looked at Dickon who was squatting on the ground, clutching his neck: "Now you know who I am."

After Dickon got up, he seemed to have switched expressions with Gwen, and it was his turn to look at Kirk warily.

In front of the vampires, vampires are like young children. It can't be said that they have no power to fight back, but they can only be said to be beaten from all sides.

Gwen, who was behind him, looked at Dickon, who had a ferocious and gloomy face one second, and became restless and vigilant the next second, and once again realized the gap between vampires and vampires.

correct.

Gwen remembered what Dickon called her, walked quickly to Kirk, and looked at Dickon: "You just said, I am a spider-type vampire, what do you mean?"

What's the meaning.

literal meaning.

Hearing this, Dickon was taken aback for a moment, looked at Gwen, and suddenly realized that Gwen didn't have the aura of a vampire.

Wait a moment.

Dickon seemed to think of something, looking at Gwen, his pupils shrank slightly.

Did her plan succeed?
Dickon's thoughts raced.

at this time.

Kirk interrupted aloud: "Madora, resurrection, how prepared are you?"

Dickon returned to his senses, looked at Kirk, and remained silent.

A blood race ran up to him and asked him how prepared he was to resurrect a heretic in a blood race?
Frankly speaking.

Dickon couldn't understand what Kirk was asking.

stop him?
Then this blood clan could have killed him just now.

Help him?
how can that be.

In order to prevent the vampires from resurrecting their blood god Madora one day, the blood race sent people to the Federation to closely monitor the first generation of twelve blood races at that time.

Even in order to prevent the possibility of vampire resurrection in the future, they even sent people to tear up the death bible written by the twelve bloods.

It took Dickon countless years of effort to collect some fragments of the Bible of Death, and then he spent a lot of money to buy a vampire to decipher the above content, and only then did he find a way to revive Madora.

……

(End of this chapter)