Blood Slave of Biochemical Apocalypse

Lan Qi spread out his huge black bat wings, and quickly crossed the night sky covered with some white clouds. The moonlight tonight is also exceptionally bright.

The cold silver moonlight shone brightly on the ground.

A large group of slow-moving figures were bustling on the black ground. Their stiff movements and low and shallow "ho ho" sounds all indicated that these figures were all low-level zombies.They pushed each other, but they walked to the same place in an orderly manner.

Lan Qi stayed in the sky for a while to observe this strange phenomenon, kept it silently in his heart, and reported to Locke Edward when he was about to go back, and then continued to flap his bat wings and disappeared in this area.

After flying almost non-stop in the sky for seven days and seven nights, Lan Qi came to the beach where he had been last time.He stood on the beach and took a look, then continued to spread his bat wings and flew to the southeast. After flying a short distance, the space rippled for a while. Lan Qi crashed into the space and disappeared in an instant. .

Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of his eyes flickered, and it became a darker sea than the previous one. The cloudless sky was set against the blue sea, and several huge towers stood in the distance. The island, the emerald green island against the blue sky and blue sea, looks extraordinarily green.

Lan Qi flew towards the island surrounded by the island group, flapping his bat wings.

Locke Edward was leaning against the window of his own room, the shattered sunlight shone on his body, his face was as white as jade, and a bright red light flashed in his blue eyes, he turned around, his pale lips The petals opened slightly: "Martina."

After a while, there were soft footsteps outside the door, and then a soft knock on the door, "Master, are you calling me?"

"Come in." Locke Edward was still leaning sideways on the window sill, with one hand resting on his slender chin, the tails of his eyes slightly raised, looking in the direction of the door, his low voice was like a cello concerto. sounded.

"Yes, master." Martina opened the door, raised her skirt and bowed to Locke Edward, "My master, what are your orders?"

"I'm a little hungry, find the bottle of virgin blood from [-], and bring me a tall glass." Locke Edward ordered calmly.

"Don't you need to find Young Master Ye?" Martina was startled, and couldn't help asking, the master has been drinking Ye Yuchen's blood for so many years, but why did he suddenly change his mind today?

Locke Edward raised his eyes and glanced at Martina, his eyes were slightly fierce, but people couldn't help but feel the invisible coercion.

Martina suddenly felt that she had made a slip of the tongue, and her fair face immediately became paler, "I'm sorry, master, I overstepped. Please forgive me." Martina bowed deeply towards Locke Edward, with her back It is almost in a straight line with the ground.

Only then did Locke Edward retract his gaze, and stared lightly at his slender fingers that seemed almost transparent under the sunlight, "Don't tell Ye Yuchen anything about this, do you understand?"

"Yes." Martina replied respectfully, she closed her eyes slightly, a gleam of red light flashed on the ruby ​​ring in her hand, and in the next second, a bottle with a narrow neck appeared in her right hand. Thick crimson liquid, she pondered again, a goblet that was wiped clean and even shone bright silver in the sun appeared in her left hand.

Martina held the slender root of the goblet with her fingers, and then turned it upside down. She unscrewed the glass stopper of the bottle with her hands, then turned the glass over again, and poured the liquid in the glass bottle into the glass. In the goblet, the blood, which was so red that it was about to turn black, slowly flowed from the mouth of the bottle into the glass, and a thick sweet smell of blood spread from the room.It wasn't until half of the blood in the glass was filled that Locke Edward raised his hand to signal Martina to stop pouring blood into the glass.

Martina took back the narrow-necked bottle containing the blood, sandwiched the slender stem of the goblet, and handed it to Locke Edward with a slight inclination.Locke Edward reached out to take the glass, held the lower edge of the glass with his index finger and middle finger, put the glass under his nose and sniffed it, then took a sip, suppressing his urge to frown strongly, Locke Edward Edward raised his head and said calmly to Martina, "Okay, you go down first."

"Yes, master." Martina bowed to Locke Edward again before retreating.Gently closing the door, Martina still had doubts in her heart. The master suddenly didn't drink Ye Yuchen's blood when he was hungry and thirsty, but chose the one he didn't want to drink before. Although it tasted mellow, it was packed in a special bottle. Cold blood.What happened that day? Even if Ye Yuchen may be more capable than his master after the first embrace, even if he has become a higher-level vampire than his master, as long as he is willing to suck blood for his master, there is no problem.

Although Martina had some doubts in her heart, she didn't dare to disobey Locke Edward's order and asked Ye Yuchen what, so she could only keep her doubts in her heart.

After Martina left, Locke Edward frowned his slender golden eyebrows, and glanced at the ruby-colored blood in his hand with some disgust in his eyes.If Ye Yuchen hadn't dared to do that to him, so that he didn't want to see that face again, why would he be so wronged to drink this kind of blood here.The blood that is extremely delicious to other blood races, in the eyes of Locke Edward after drinking Ye Yuchen's blood, is just a glass of liquid that tastes slightly better than clear water.

Frowning, he finished drinking the blood in the glass. Locke Edward shook his hand in a depressed mood. The glass with some sticky blood hanging on the wall of the glass in his hand immediately rolled to the ground. After rolling a few times on the ground, , A few drops of blood dripped from the mouth of the cup, instantly staining a small piece of snow-white carpet red.

Lan Qi walked into the dense forest, and before he took a few steps, the handsome young man with short brown hair who had escorted him and Locke Edward into the Sanguine Council last time appeared in front of him.

"Housekeeper Lan Qi, what's the matter with you here?" The young man bowed to him and asked politely.

"I want to meet His Royal Highness." Lan Qi nodded.

"Please wait here for a moment." The young man signaled Lan Qi to stand there and wait, and then the figure disappeared all of a sudden.

Lan Qi stood at the same spot, raised his head and looked in the direction of the Elders' Council. If it was confirmed that Ye Yuchen had the blood of His Royal Highness, he wondered what kind of uproar would be caused among the blood clan.

Only a short while later, the young man with short brown hair appeared in front of Lan Qi again, "Please follow me."

Lan Qi nodded, and the curly-haired young man turned around and led Lan Qi towards the castle of the Council of Elders.

The towering ancient castle gradually appeared in front of the two of them. The blue vines stretched their dark green leaves under the sunlight, and the blue-gray castle walls looked old and solemn.

The young man walked in front of Lan Qi and pushed open the gate of the castle, "The prince is waiting for you in the living room on the first floor, let me take you there." He motioned for Lan Qi to enter the castle, then turned around and closed the door, and led Lan Qi towards the castle. Go to the left of the castle.

Passing through the long and somewhat dim corridor, the young man led Lan Qi to a white wooden door carved with golden roses, stepped forward and knocked on the door softly with his knuckles, and the prince's vicissitudes of life sounded from inside, " come in."

The young man unscrewed the doorknob, palms up, arms bent and spread out, "Please come in."

Lan Qi nodded slightly, strode in, and the young man closed the door immediately.

Lan Qi walked up to the prince who was leaning on a comfortable armchair, put his hand on his left chest respectfully, and bowed to the prince, "His Royal Highness, it is an honor to have an audience with you."

"Well, my child, what do you want from me? Did Edward send you here?" The prince looked at Lan Qi gently with his golden-red eyes, and the red velvet chair made his pale face even more The white one is like a piece of paper.

"Yes, Your Royal Highness, my master sent me to borrow something from you." Lan Qi straightened up and said to the prince.

"What?" the prince asked with some doubts.

"That drop of blood from His Majesty Cain."

"Why does he want such things?" The prince's eyes flashed, and he sat upright suddenly, with a hint of sharpness in his gentle eyes.

Cain's blood is regarded as the supreme treasure of the blood race. Just that drop can make the blood race's ability burst out in an instant with energy dozens or even hundreds of times higher than its own ability.Also because there is only one drop, it can only last for a period of time, but it cannot change the body structure of that blood race.

"The master needs to verify that the blood family he just embraced may have the noble blood of His Royal Highness Cain's direct blood."

The prince's expression changed instantly. He stood up from his seat, walked up to Lan Qi, looked straight into Lan Qi's emerald green eyes for a long time, and then walked around the room a few times with his hands behind his back, "What you said is true ?” He turned his head, with uncontrollable joy in his eyes, when the blood race was about to face the greatest disaster, the descendants of His Royal Highness Cain appeared, which had to be said to be great news.

In order to support the enchantment of the vampire, the elders' association, he consumed too much mana, and he could not replenish it at all, and his body was probably about to fail.He wasn't worried that he was going to die, he had already lived for so many years, and he had long looked down on death, but he was worried that after his real death, the future of the blood race would be nothing to rest on.

Locke Edward, and Ellen, in his eyes, if the two join hands, it is possible to support the blood race, but Locke Edward seems to hate Ellen very much, and it is probably impossible for him and Ellen to manage the blood race together.

Now that this new opportunity suddenly appeared, it was a surprise.