On the Various Ways of Killing a Female Supporting Partner

Qiao Mo was about to kneel for the divine turn in front of him.

He plucked his ears in disbelief: "I'm sorry I didn't hear clearly just now, please say it again. What are you here for?"

"He's here to kill you." Handy showed his sharp nails and fangs, and approached Qiao Mo step by step, "I will never allow anyone to threaten the safety of the master. The status of the master is supreme, and he does not need to Compromise for anyone, including you!"

Her speed was extremely fast, she disappeared in the blink of an eye, and appeared in front of Qiao Mo in the next second, the distance between the sharp weapon and his chest was less than ten centimeters.Qiao Mo was fixed on the cross by an iron chain and could not move. He could only watch Handy's sharp nails penetrate into his flesh without fear of the holy light on the cross.Sharp pain began to spread from the heart, and he could clearly feel that the heart was being grasped and pulled mercilessly.Blood gushed out, and the vitality was quickly lost as the body heat dissipated.

Qiao Mo wanted to shrink back.He felt very cold, so cold that his teeth were chattering.

As soon as Ofir stepped into the small town of Victor, he met his expected old enemy.The opponent was fully armed, followed by a dozen elite hunters.

"I really didn't expect that you could degenerate to the point of using innocent human beings as bargaining chips." Ofir sneered, "It seems that the long years have worn away your wisdom and made you lose the ability to become a qualified opponent." Qualifications."

"Nor did I think," Boris looked at him inexplicably, "one day the aloof Prince Ofir would compromise for a human being and put himself in a dangerous situation."

Ofir laughed lowly: "Is it dangerous? I don't think so." His arrogant and disdainful eyes swept across the humans behind Boris.The other party's rebellious heart was aroused by his contempt, and he held down his weapon, ready to move.

"Boris, let's make a deal today." He licked the fangs under his lip.

Even with the addition of sixteen hunters and the preparation of sufficient holy water and silverware, they were still knocked down one by one by Ofir with ease and completely lost their combat effectiveness.It wasn't until this time that the hunters clearly realized how unfathomable the legendary first vampire prince of Rensa possessed.

Boris' two long guns fired alternately, and the silver bullets flew gracefully in the air, forming an airtight attack zone around him.Ofir cleverly grasped the gap, avoiding every bullet that passed by with a flash of his figure.He held a long sword in his hand, and it met with the spear in Boris' hand, sparking silvery white sparks.

"Being able to get rid of you in my lifetime will be the most perfect medal in my hunter career."

Boris was so excited that his entire face twisted, making Ofir frowned in disgust: "If I die at the hands of an ugly person like you, then I must live for a while longer." His other hand The nails on his hands grew suddenly, and a sharp cold light shone in the night and slashed at Boris' eyes.Boris retreated immediately, but at the moment of dodging, Ofir kicked him in the chest at the opportunity.That kick was so strong that Boris was driven until he slammed into the wall fiercely, and then he spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments and fell to his knees on the ground.

"You've become weaker." Ofir narrowed his eyes, "What made you so vulnerable?"

"Heh." Boris wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, kicked his feet hard, and shot at Ofir like a sharp arrow.The weapons met in the air, and were simultaneously sent flying by the huge mutual reaction force, so the two simply fought a hand-to-hand combat.The "bang bang" sound of fists and feet hitting the flesh made people's teeth chill, and just before the two of them had completed a hundred moves, Boris suddenly stopped the attack as if being strangled by an invisible force. Fall to the ground and roll.The veins on his face were bulging, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were pitch-black, his originally muscular body quickly withered and shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his silver-white hair and hands and feet turned into dust inch by inch.

"Wei... Weilu..." He wailed.

Everything happened so suddenly that Ofir didn't even realize it. His old enemy, who had fought with him for twelve centuries, turned into a piece of loess in an extremely brutal way before his eyes.

Golden cicada escapes its shell?Or is there another mystery?

Ofir was half-believing and wanted to go forward to investigate, but at this moment, a palpitating premonition suddenly hit his heart.Ofir has never felt this way after living for more than 1000 years, as if his soul wants to split from his body, clamoring to rush to another place——

go!

go over!

Hurry up!

It's getting late!

Ofir pressed his chest in confusion.

"Qiao Mo..."

The empty warehouse was eerily quiet, only a lingering smell of blood lingered.

Hanty looked at the gradually cooling corpse under his feet expressionlessly, with blood stains on his cruel brows and eyes, and even the warmth of the human body remained in the heart in his hand.Qiao Mo was not the first human being she killed, but the one she killed with the most complicated emotions.He saved her, but he always gave her an instinctive threat.This kind of threat disgusts her and makes her jealous, but Ofir likes him, so she will only try to reject her instinct to accept him, but she will not accept that one day Ofir will compromise with the enemy for him.

Qiao Mo is a human being, and only a human being.

With a flip of her palm, the organs landed on the side of the corpse.As soon as she turned around, a sudden heavy blow instantly knocked her into the wall behind her.

Ofir carefully picked up Qiao Mo's body.The boy's chest was empty, and he knew his hands were shaking, and a strange emotion called fear was racing through his body.He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to find his own voice.

"Hanti," Ofir's pupils were filled with dark storms, and his hoarse voice pierced into Hanty's chest like a poisoned sharp knife, "From now on, I don't want to see you again."

Hanty struggled and tried to pull the hem of Ofir's clothes, but was kicked away by the opponent's merciless kick in the next second.

Qiao Mo's body was finally brought back to the castle by Ofir.He just followed his own mind, he just didn't want to see the vivid expression on the boy's face.He is afraid, for the first time in more than 1000 years, afraid that he will become a loner again, and continue to live alone for thousands of years.The funny thing is, before he met the boy, he never felt that living alone would be so boring and scary.He stroked the boy's stiff neck, as if he had made a difficult decision, and finally lowered his head slowly...

At first, Qiao Mo felt that he was going to die, because he still remembered the terrifying feeling of having his heart ripped out alive.However, when he regained consciousness again and woke up, he found himself lying on a big bed, surrounded by pure white decorations that were both familiar and unfamiliar.Qiao Mo stroked his chest subconsciously, it was smooth without any wounds.He touched it carefully again, only to find that something was wrong—the chest was lifeless, without any movement.

He has no heartbeat.

But that's not what caught his attention the most.

At this moment, Qiao Mo only felt dry and sore in his throat as if being scorched by fire, and he desperately wanted something to quench his thirst.His eyes fell on the cup containing the bright red liquid on the table, the sweet and delicious smell emanating from it was intoxicating.

Qiao Mo touched the fangs protruding from the corner of his lips, and collapsed on the bed like a deflated ball.

——He seems to have been transformed into a vampire by Ofir.