Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

Ming Jian smiled lightly again, but his smile was very cold, "Do you think other men are qualified to make the scenery pregnant?"

This is very arrogant.

Mo Feng retracted the gossip heart that almost came out, and he diverted the topic to the subject, "I don’t know if Mr. Mingsheng can agree to the two conditions I just mentioned? As long as you can agree to these two conditions, I think The Hunter Association, like our Senate, will not embarrass you."

"I am embarrassed?" Ming knows it with a smile: "The dean doesn't know yet, the Hunter Association has disbanded."

Mo Feng's expression changed, "What did you say?"

"Everyone in the association is almost dead, and the association naturally dispersed."

"This is impossible!"

"Is there anything impossible, the things that have been used should naturally be cleaned up." Ming knows his lips, "just like the Senate."

As his voice fell softly, suddenly there was the sound of blood bursting out of the human body.

The blood was scattered in the air like fireworks blooming. A drop of blood dripped on Mo Feng's face. The old man raised his hand and touched the cold liquid on his face. He stiffened and sat on the chair for a long time.

In his eyes widened, there was only a diffuse blood.

Ming knows his body is slightly turned back, his back leaned on the back of the chair, his hands are placed on his lower abdomen, and he lazily and elegantly said: "Do you still like this performance?"

"This is... This is Yanluo's talent..." Mo Feng deserves to be Mo Feng. Even if he saw his colleagues who had been with him for hundreds of years, they all died in an instant because of the burst of blood. In this **** room, he could actually force himself to calm down.

Or maybe he had an intuition that from the moment this man walked in, he couldn't escape.

Ming knows well to correct his words, "Manipulating blood is not Yan Luo's talent, to be precise, it is my gift to her."

"What exactly do you mean by...?"

"Mo Feng, don't you have eyes that can see through everything? Today I allow you to spy on my past."

Mo Feng stared at his well-known eyes, once again weirdly turned green, he felt flustered, because he did not actively use his talent at this time, but his ability was not under his control, and soon, The past received from Ming Jian's eyes made him feel even more frightened.

Three hundred years ago, in the massacre at the baptismal ceremony, he took out a black death sickle... After more than ten years, he came to Osiris with a well-known identity.

Six hundred years ago, he successfully used Osiris' gesture to lure Yan Luo, who was still a girl at the time. Yan Luo assassinated countless pure blood for this, but one day he was used as a vampire hunter. Bring her to justice, at that time, he was called Wen Xian.

Nine hundred years ago, after the great Osiris destroyed himself in front of Tobias’ tomb, a man was born in the dark. He had the appearance of Osiris, but he also had half the soul of Tobias. He was Osiris and The combination of Tobias blood mixture, because the black dividing line on his body is the best proof. At that time, he did not have a name.

Being in the rapid torrent of time, this is an extremely exhausting thing, let alone such a large time span.

Mo Feng's body withdrew from the historical images with difficulty. He clutched his chest and coughed violently, then vomited a mouthful of blood. Then he found that his eyes were blind.