Very Romantic: The Vampire's Runaway Bride

Chapter 413 Watching the Battle and Hunting 13
"Miss Yiyi, as the young master of the blood hunting family, you must hunt vampires with your own hands." Mr. Gong leaned there with a relaxed body, his tone was flat, but there was a terrifying light in his eyes.

That kind of light was too oppressive, and Shen Yiyi couldn't help but want to hide.

Just now, Grandpa Gong told her that tomorrow is the night of the full moon. For the blood race, the night of the full moon every month is the time when they desire blood the most, and at the same time they are the time when their strength is weakest.

As long as you shoot vampires at that time, it is almost always beneficial.

Shen Yiyi's hands were tightly clenched, almost twisted together, her eyes were full of disbelief, asking her to hunt vampires, thinking about it, she felt that it was an impossible thing.

Blood-red eyes, long fangs, thinking about it, Shen Yiyi felt unnatural for a while.

"Miss Yiyi, you have to go." In Mr. Gong's words, there was an order that could not be refused at all.

"I..." Shen Yiyi was stunned. Ever since she agreed to stay, she was destined to be inseparable from these things she didn't want to do in her future life.

"Grandpa, I object." Gong Qihao violently pushed open the door of the study room, without even looking at Shen Yiyi, he went straight to the old man Gong and said.

"What are you doing here? Is this a place where you can come?" Unexpectedly, the old man Gong who had always loved his grandson was furious. He slapped the table and stood up abruptly.

"Grandpa, she is not qualified to be the young master of the blood hunting family at all." Gong Qihao cast a cold glance at Shen Yiyi, as if he was very disdainful of her indecisiveness.

"Bastard..." Mr. Gong cursed angrily, and in the next second, the ashtray on the table flew out and hit Gong Qihao's forehead. Since he was so close, Gong Qihao had no intention of hiding .

With one blow, Gong Qihao's forehead became bloody.

Regardless of the blood flowing from his forehead, Gong Qihao pulled his lips to show a sarcasm, and still spoke in a steady tone, as if he was just telling a fact. "Grandpa, what I said is not true."

"Bastard..." It seemed that Gong Qihao was so angry that his hands were trembling.I couldn't even utter a complete sentence. . . . . .

(End of this chapter)