vampire king

Walking quickly in the darkness, Zhang Xiaofeng's face was tense, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his heart was extremely heavy. Zhang Xiaofeng didn't want to kill the last undercover policeman, but he had to kill him. Principles, no matter how you are, you must abide by your own principles, because Zhang Xiaofeng himself, the principles he sets for himself, are the correct and the most rational, so whenever I am emotional, whenever I am touched When the emotions in your heart are at the mercy, then you will abandon the emotions and use your own principles as the code of conduct.

Zhang Xiaofeng will always remember what was the first sentence that his mentor, that cold middle-aged man, said to him when he first entered the killer organization.

"Our killer is a tool, the coldest tool, you have to keep this in mind!!!" At that time, my mentor, the cold middle-aged man stared at me, and said to himself seriously: "You will always Remember, when you have emotions, you have to tell yourself in your heart what is right, and you have to remind yourself that you are just a cold tool, and you will kill anyone who hinders you. . . . ".

Since then, Zhang Xiaofeng has established such a code of conduct. I especially remember that when I killed someone for the first time, when I saw the other party's harmonious and happy family, and saw the other party's wife and children laughing, my own I couldn't let go of the gun, but I had to. In the end, with a light bullet, I destroyed this originally happy family, and then drifted away, disappearing into the night, leaving only the stern look behind me. Cries and their own - a tear.

Then, a cold-blooded killer, a cold tool, a life harvester who walks in the dark, became synonymous with Zhang Xiaofeng...

In the end, Zhang Xiaofeng's mentor died. That cold middle-aged man met his son while performing a mission. When the killer was performing a mission, if he was recognized by someone he knew well, he would silence him, no matter who the other party was. What kind of identity, this is the first rule of the killer, no matter which killer has done a good job, because the one who did not do well is already dead.

Looking at his son's shocked eyes, looking at his own son, Zhang Xiaofeng's mentor calmly raised the gun, but the slightly trembling hand couldn't shoot any bullets, so Zhang Xiaofeng's mentor died …

Back at the hospital, Zhang Xiaofeng walked straight to the blood bank upstairs, with a seemingly calm face, but no one could detect the turmoil in Zhang Xiaofeng's heart.

"En? Zhang Xiaofeng?" Seeing Zhang Xiaofeng walking in, suddenly a nurse's eyes lit up, trotted up to him, and said, "Just now when Qingyan came back, she said that if she saw you coming back, she would call Are you going to her ward..."

With a slight pause in his footsteps, Zhang Xiaofeng nodded lightly, then walked towards the elevator, leaving a thin figure behind him.

"So handsome..." Feeling Zhang Xiaofeng's icy breath, the nurse behind her murmured with a gleam in her eyes.

"You little girl, have you been fascinated by others?" At this moment, behind the nurse, a clear female voice said with a coquettish smile.

"Yeah..." When my business was discovered, the nurse blushed, turned her head, and saw that it was her closest friend, she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "What's wrong? You... ..you heard wrong...".

"Hehe, did you still say no?" The girl behind this is also a nurse. After teasing for a while, the nurse looked at her close friend and sighed slightly: "Little girl, don't think about it. A boy with temperament should be famous and has an owner, right? Didn’t you see that the light pipe and someone stole out to have a tryst tonight?”.

Zhang Xiaofeng in the elevator couldn't hear the teasing behind his back, otherwise he would be very depressed.

Looking at the mirror in the nodding, looking at the delicate face inside, there is a hint of intimidation in the eyes, and there seems to be an inexplicable charm in the expression?How is this going?

Feeling his slightly changed temperament, looking at the extra charm in his expression, Zhang Xiaofeng wondered, could a vampire also change a person's temperament?It seems that I have to ask Durak clearly.

After walking into the blood bank, Zhang Xiaofeng closed the door casually, picked up a bag of blood, tore it open, and poured it into his mouth. The killing tonight caused him to feel uneasy. The blood splattered in front of his eyes made Zhang Xiaofeng's heart throbbing. It was the desire for blood. Those hot blood made Zhang Xiaofeng's mouth dry for a while.

"En? Did you go hunting tonight?" Behind Zhang Xiaofeng, a familiar male voice rang out, the voice full of waves of evil charm.

"No", Zhang Xiaofeng replied without turning his head. After such a long time of literacy, Du Lak certainly knows the meaning of hunting. What is the prey for a vampire?That is the ubiquitous human beings outside, "I didn't hunt, I just killed, those people must be killed...".

"Oh? You did it? The real savage guy..." Du Lak's voice behind him was clearly dissatisfied, and he said: "Don't you know how much it affects the image of our elegant vampires? Is it something? Except for the damn Holy See, we have a reason not to attack everyone, and maintaining such a habit is something a vampire must learn, don't you know?".

"En?" Putting down the blood bag in his hand, Zhang Xiaofeng turned around with a little surprise, looked at Du Lak in surprise, and said, "The blood race has such a habit?".

"Of course." Du Lak looked helplessly at the surprise in Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes, and said, "First, killing people with hands is a very image-affecting thing for us nobles who hide in the dark. The killing of people is also a manifestation of wasting food, third... ".

Speaking of this, Du Lak paused slightly, his face became serious, he looked at Zhang Xiaofeng seriously, and said: "Thirdly, there are too many strange people in the world, and there are also people with strange abilities. A lot, so, we can try not to shoot if we can, because if we are injured once, the loss to us will be too great, because the strength of our blood is our blood, you will naturally know this in the future, the more noble you are blood family, the more precious his blood is... ".

Hearing Du Lak's words, Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but nodded, that's right, the power of the blood race is his own blood, if he often fights, how long will it take him to make up for the lost blood?

"Okay..." After drinking the blood bag in his hand in one last gulp, Zhang Xiaofeng sighed contentedly. Pale belly began to appear, and said: "A long night has finally passed like this, well, I should go to bed too...".

Saying that, Zhang Xiaofeng opened the door of the blood bank, and walked towards his own residence, a ward upstairs.

"Sleep?" Hearing Zhang Xiaofeng's words, Du Lak looked at Dongfang, which was starting to light up outside, and said disgustedly: "I hate sunlight, sleep, how I miss my beautiful coffin..." .

It's a pity that Du Lak also knew that this was just his own nostalgia. The body of the bat squeezed onto the shelf of the blood bank, and slowly fell asleep...