This vampire is cute

Knight seemed to have noticed him, but just glanced at Yan Xuanling lightly, and then pointed to his side.

Yan Xuanling understood, nodded, walked towards him and stood beside him.

"Chris!!! Why?!!" The piercing cry belonging to the werewolf clearly reached Yan Xuanling's ears.

He looked forward, and the white cloud and blue sky made it impossible to see the edge. The werewolf kneeling on the dry ground was too small, it seemed to be just a small dot, a pebble.

Ouya was heartbroken, his green wolf eyes contained tears, and he looked at Christina in disbelief.

Chris was wearing a white robe unique to the temple, standing on a huge holy car, with a medal unique to the temple hanging around her neck. She glanced at Ouya calmly, as if she was looking at an ant with indifference.

She didn't even bother to explain, but raised her hand lightly: "Remove all obstacles and save our Son."

The deafening answers came from every girl, they were like the galaxy in the night sky, making it difficult to distinguish each star.

"Peace in the temple!! Glory to the temple!! Dedicate everything to the temple!!"

The beginning of all tragedies is always destined to end very early.

"Headman..." Bobo was covered in white bandages all over his body. He didn't look like a vampire but a mummy. He no longer asked shyly, but from the only pair of eyes that were exposed, there was a strong hatred, sarcasm .

"Go, as you like." Knight still smiled slightly, completely ignoring the saintesses who were moving quickly in front of him.

Before Yan Xuanling even understood what was going on, she saw that Bobo was like a hurricane, accurately strangling the throat of a saint, and the moment the fangs stabbed down, the blood was like a flower... blooming warm color.

Yan Xuanling just watched, his fingers trembling slightly, he couldn't control the throbbing all over his body, he could only open his eyes wide, watching the girl who had been drained of blood powerlessly fall down, and the white hat slipped off the girl's face , revealing the originally... long brown hair.

"Go, Eric." Magnis's voice was emotionless, and his eyes were full of disgust. He didn't like humans, especially humans who asked for trouble.

The giant dragon spread its wings, let out a cold snort from its nose, and flew up high. It seemed to be playing, but it only stepped on the ground twice... More than half of the saints in the temple died, blood... …and the body are divided into several halves, scattered everywhere.

"It's disgusting." Ke Luoluo watched coldly, and made a sarcasm.

Yan Xuanling just watched, he felt that he would be angry, sad, and afraid... he would feel sympathy and pity for the saint of the temple...

But in fact, Yan Xuanling didn't feel anything, he just watched quietly like an empty shell, he would not kill people, nor would he save others.

Past experience told him that if he had that kind of unnecessary emotion, he would ask for trouble.

He was just trembling, trembling... No matter how numb his lips were, he couldn't control the slight trembling.

"Good boy." Covering his eyes with a hand, Yan Xuanling did not close them, but all he could see was the darkness... The voice belonged to Nat, and he was still unhurried as if he was just leading Yan Xuan Ling came out to play, and he said softly to Yan Xuanling: "Go home, let Allah bake you strawberry cream pancakes, and you can eat them with hot sweet tea."

"No need..." Yan Xuanling heard her own voice, and then heard something... something like a sharp arrow pierced through the wind and stabbed towards it.

The thing let out a whirring sound, which surprised Yan Xuanling, something dripped onto his face, and it was slowly sliding down.

Knight wiped it for him, but his tone remained unchanged: "Go back, maybe blueberry pancakes are also good..."

Yan Xuanling held Nat's wrist, not allowing him to resist and let his hand leave his eyes. Nat was still smiling, as he always does...it seemed that he didn't take everything seriously.

Yan Xuanling looked at him, and touched Nat's cut brow bone with his fingers. The cut was deep and bleeding continuously.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Xuanling asked him, then he seemed to notice that he had asked a stupid question, and asked himself and answered: "Why doesn't it hurt?"

He turned to look at Christina, who was pinned to the ground and couldn't move: "You shouldn't do this."

Yan Xuanling stretched out his left hand, his eyes became hollow: "You shouldn't be like this..." He repeated.

Suddenly... the ground began to shake, cracking one after another, the bottom was invisible, and screams were everywhere, and he instantly turned this place into a purgatory.

Yan Xuanling's left hand was wrapped in a thick white mist, and as soon as he put his hand on Chris' shoulder... Chris let out an unbearable scream.

Ouya desperately pushed Yan Xuanling away, and was stunned when she saw Christina's shoulder...

No more flesh and blood... not even a drop of blood, only horrible bones.

But Yan Xuanling glanced at Ouya and smiled: "Did you know? I used to be as stupid as you, and I believed many people..."

"You should kneel down and talk to me." Yan Xuanling smiled suddenly, and then looked at Knight: "Let him kneel down for me."

Knight just chuckled, and with a flick of his fingertips... Ouya was firmly pressed to the ground, and a big hole was smashed into the place where he knelt.

Yan Xuanling knelt down, grabbed Ouya's hair with his right hand, and said to him, "But every...every time I end up in pain, do you know...what it feels like to be burned for three days?"

"That's a pain..." Yan Xuanling smiled: "As long as I think of that pain now, I can't wait for everyone to taste it, but they still don't let me go, even the people in the temple don't let me go I."

"They burned me to ashes with their own hands and buried me..." Yan Xuanling smiled at Christina again: "Do you think... I will still be the same as before?"

Yan Xuanling looked at Ouya again, but let go of his hand: "You deserve to die...every one of you deserves to die, the temple... ho ho."

Yan Xuanling covered his head and laughed wildly, he turned his eyes to Christina's direction and looked at her: "I have nothing left, only such a place to stay, and you still want to take it away from me? !!"

Christina's forehead was full of sweat: "Who do you think gave you power?! It's the temple!! It's us!!"

Her face was ferocious, and she stared at Yan Xuanling firmly: "Sure enough, she is a rapist, even if she is the envoy of sss's natural force, death is not a pity!!"

"You are as damned as this disgusting werewolf, but you are different, even if you die...you will die on the ground of our temple!!"

"Enough!" It was Liu Jin who spoke.