Quick time travel: The system wants me to save the sick girl

Originally, Lu Yan lived such a good life that he almost forgot that there was this Mokawi tribe, but they still wanted to show their presence at this time.

He also chose to show his presence in front of Lu Yan.

Lu Yan woke up staggeringly, only thinking how could he sleep so hard on the floor this time, and was still swaying, just when he was about to turn over, he realized that his hands and feet were tied.

Lu Yan was ashamed, he was so lucky that he was always tied up.

Lu Yan calmly cut off the rope that bound him with the crescent sword, and then sat up quietly. Fortunately, although the space was dark, it was spacious enough.

Lu Yan calmed down and felt that he seemed to be moving very fast.

It didn't take long for Lu Yan to be thrown on the ground, and the box that trapped him burst open. Lu Yan rolled on the ground so he didn't suffer any injuries, but he was surprised enough to see Wendell Durand with silver hair when he looked up.

Wendell Durand looked at him with interest, "Hey, it's still a little wild cat."

"You all go down." Lu Yan found out that there were still a few people standing behind him. They looked familiar, but Lu Yan couldn't remember when he had seen them.

"What do you want to do?" Lu Yan asked standing opposite him.

"Please come to the Mokawi Tribe for a visit." He motioned for Lu Yan to sit down, and Lu Yan looked at the chair opposite him without moving.

"What? Are you afraid that I will be bad for you?" The smiling voice sounded again, and Lu Yan didn't answer him directly but said, "How could that be?"

Lu Yan walked to his seat and sat down, Wendell Durand said again, "The main reason is to invite you to sit down, isn't this Lambert? Lance didn't agree, so I had no choice but to invite you over in person."

"Please also, who asked you to tie it here?" Lu Yan couldn't help but want to give him a supercilious look, but Lu Yan felt that he held back for the sake of his own image.

Wendell Durand looked at Lu Yan's indifferent face but vivid eyes, it was very interesting, he thought so he changed his mind temporarily.

"Come on."

A man came in and knelt down on one knee in front of him, "Prince."

"Take him down, and no one is allowed to approach him except my permission, and no one is allowed to talk to him." Wendell Durand said with soft eyes, but said mercilessly, "If anyone approaches, let him stay in the sun forever." Down."

This is for Lu Yan, but also for others.

"Yes."

Lu Yan was brought to a fairly clean ground.

"The cells here are all like this? The treatment is so good?" Lu Yan turned around twice and said, "I thought I could see the bones."

"It's not impossible if you want to see it." Wendell Durand's voice sounded behind Lu Yan, startling Lu Yan.

Lu Yan turned his head to look at the person who came, wondering why he followed him, "What are you doing here?"

Wendell Durand sat down at the table beside him, "This is my place, I can go wherever I want." He also poured himself a glass of water and drank it.

Lu Yan sat down on the chair next to him, but didn't drink the water on the table. He was afraid that if he drank something in the water, it would be over.

Wendell Durand didn't speak, but looked at Lu Yan from time to time, making Lu Yan feel uncomfortable.

Getting up and going out, seeing that he was not stopping him, Lu Yan went to the yard outside and found a clean place to sit down.

Wendell Durand just looked at him like this, didn't move but kept his eyes on Lu Yan, with probing eyes and a hint of fierceness to hide.

Lu Yan heard footsteps next to him and thought it was Wendell Durand, so he didn't turn his head and sat indifferently. Later, Lu Yan obviously felt something was wrong.

'The footsteps are different. 'Lu Yan sat calmly, but the imprint of the Crescent Sword in his hand gleamed imperceptibly.

When the man's breath was less than one meter away from Lu Yan, Lu Yan turned around to block the outstretched hand, the man was obviously taken aback, he didn't expect Lu Yan to be able to block him.

Then he attacked Lu Yan fiercely. Lu Yan was forced to take a few steps back, and when he found a gap, he fought back. Only then did Lu Yan see that the person who came was also with silver hair.

"I remember that this person is called Wendell Dila, isn't this the younger brother of the guy sitting in the room?" Lu Yan recalled who this person was.

Lu Yan saw that the guy in the room obviously didn't want to stop him. Seeing that the guy's attacks were getting more and more fierce, Lu Yan found a blind spot for the opponent's attack, and attacked him with the crescent sword unexpectedly.

Wendell Dila dodged subconsciously, but his face was still scratched. Lu Yan watched the wound tend to open.

Wendell Dila touched the wound in disbelief, and looked at the blood on his hand, "Why hasn't it healed yet?" Wendell Durand couldn't sit still and stood up and came to him. Del Dillard's face disappeared with a swipe of the wound.

Wendell Dila looked at Lu Yan, "What is this?" He pointed at the Crescent Sword. Even Lu Yan didn't expect that the Crescent Sword would bring such an irreversible wound to a vampire.

But Lu Yan didn't want to explain to him, they could do whatever they wanted.

Wendell Durand took a deep look at Lu Yan and left without saying anything.

Lu Yan didn't care if they left or not, this is someone else's territory, but he took advantage of the gap between them to look at his position, even if Lu Yan wanted to run, he couldn't run in such a position, these vampires can fly .

And as long as Lu Yan left the yard, even if he stood on the edge, vampires would appear immediately, so Lu Yan had no choice but to go back to his room.

"Ah! What a miserable life I'm having. If I'm locked up there and here, I won't be able to have freedom." Lu Yan wailed.

'But in retrospect, at least I can still have companions after being imprisoned by Lambert Lance, and at least I can know how to die. If someone here doesn't listen to Wendell Durand's words and comes to suck my blood, then I will die. deal. Lu Yan couldn't help but want to compare it twice.

Wendell Dila, who had gone back, looked at his brother with dissatisfaction, "Brother, why didn't you let me kill him."

"Kill him, who will lift the curse for you."

"Brother!" Wendell Dila wanted to refute, but his brother was right. After searching for so long, they finally found someone with special blood.

"Okay, you go back."

"Understood." Wendell? Dila had no choice but to go back.

And Wendell Durand couldn't help but think of the cold but full of life on Lu Yan's face, and the figure of Lu Yan and Wendell Dila when they fought.

He just felt that he had been fascinated by ghosts, and he would find Lu Yan more and more interesting.