bloodline temptation

The next war is coming soon, and many small reporters are mixed in the demon army, preparing to record this shocking battle.

Han Yifeng led the skeleton army and stood at the forefront of the entire demon army with a cold face. If you look carefully, you can easily find two small green claws on the edge of his front pocket.

Tang Tang was tossed and tossed by Han Yifeng all night last night, and signed several XXOO unequal treaties in a humiliating and humiliating way. Finally, he nodded and agreed to bring him to the battlefield. Unfortunately, a certain master was too vicious and detained him as soon as he entered the battlefield. The pocket button was so anxious that the little pet scratched in it.

Can't see anything!fraud!If I had known this earlier, I might as well sleep at home!

Suddenly there was a strange noise outside, Tang Tang scratched his heart and liver curiously, stretched out his front paws to grab the edge of his pocket, and bowed his head desperately.

Han Yifeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he squeezed out the little pet and put it on his shoulder.

Tang Tang licked Han Yifeng contentedly, then looked around with wide eyes.

Behind them are the dark demons, and above the army of demons, there is an army of angels spreading their wings, spreading boundlessly, covering the sky and the sun.

One black and one white, are the purest colors.

Salo spread out three pairs of huge wings and floated in front of the entire angelic army. His robes were pure, his silver hair was dazzling, and the golden scepter in his hand shone brightly. It was indeed the most perfect masterpiece of God the Father for thousands of years.

At the forefront of the demon army, Lester turned his head slightly, obviously not wanting to attract the attention of the angels, but some people refused to cooperate.

"Lester, long time no see." Salo smiled.

Thousands of years ago, the deputy commander of the Angel Legion led a legion to rebel against the Father God, which shocked the world of gods and demons.

No one can clearly describe the battle, only know that when everything was over, the water of the holy river was dyed red, and despite the passage of time, it never faded.

Leicester, Leicester.

Hearing this name, which is considered taboo in the God Realm, almost all the angels followed Sa Luo's eyes and looked down.

On the pitch-black continent, there is a neat army of demons.

And at the front of the line, stood a thin man in black, his face was so white that it was almost transparent, but his eyes were the purest red.

The content about Leicester in the holy history only records the day when he defected to the God Realm.

For thousands of years, some people said that he had died in the war, some said that he was imprisoned at the bottom of the holy river, and some said that he fell into the sky and became a demon, but few people would have thought that he had actually become a blood race.

"Long time no see." Lester replied lazily, although his expression was indifferent, his clenched hands trembled a little.

Being watched by so many unkind eyes, no one would be in a good mood.

Ximo glared at Salo, and rushed towards the Realm of Light with a mighty demon army.

Sa Luo shrugged, and led the Angel Legion to follow closely.

Above the head, countless angels passed quickly, their white wings cut through the air, making a familiar sound.

For a moment, Lester seemed to be a little confused, but he quickly came back to his senses.

A boy in a black shirt fell to his feet, the camera in his hand was shattered, and the black wings on his back began to fall off, and he stopped struggling soon.

Lester recognized him as an intern reporter of the newspaper. He was still very young, and he often hid around the Temple of the Dead with his camera in his arms. He refused to leave even when Freddy threatened him, and he just smiled cheekily and foolishly.

An ugly monster rushed towards Lester, but was blown to pieces by a golden energy ball in the blink of an eye.

Light magic is not uncommon, but there are only two people who can refine it to this point.

One is Saro, and the other is Lester.

The sound of killing on the battlefield was so loud that even the air was filled with chaos.

Due to the cooperation of the two worlds of gods and demons, the advantages of this war are extremely obvious. A large number of giant beasts were smashed by the energy ball, and the black land almost turned into a sea of ​​blood.

"This is for you." A hand suddenly stretched out in front of Lester, holding a clean white handkerchief.

Lester was taken aback for a moment, then looked up, and saw that it was Saro.

"There is blood on the face." Sa Luo explained.

"No need." Lester avoided his hand, turned his head and wanted to leave.

"Liszt!" Saro stopped him, "I never regarded you as an enemy."

"We weren't enemies in the first place." Lester pointed to the other side of the battlefield, "Our enemies are there."

Passing through layers of troops, King of Light Prik spread his gray wings, hung in the air and looked at the battlefield.

"After 1000 years, he is still annoying." Sa Luo raised his eyebrows.

"Then kill him." Liszt chanted a spell, teleporting towards Prik.

"Hello, my baby." His Majesty the Bright King didn't look surprised at all, but opened his hands to him.

There was no trace of warmth in Liszt's eyes, he slightly clenched his right hand, and soon condensed a golden energy ball.

"I said, I don't want to do anything with you." Preke shook his head and smiled.

"I also said that I will kill you with my own hands." Lester looked indifferent.

"Really don't want to come back to me?" Preke looked at him, "Baby, you'll regret it."

Before he could finish speaking, Lester had already waved his hand at him.

The golden magic ball containing countless energies exploded on Prik's body, but he just shook his body slightly and hardly suffered any damage.

Lester was a little dizzy because he had consumed too much mana.

"You really want to kill me." Prick's eyes changed instantly.

Lester pursed his lips and looked at him without saying a word.

The gust of wind howled, raising countless dust between the sky and the earth.

Prik's expression was gloomy, and he slowly held his left hand, his whole body was surrounded by a layer of gray air.

Lester stood there with pale lips, knowing in his heart that he was no longer able to fight against him, but he still didn't want to admit defeat, let alone escape.

"Baby, I'll come to you when I've finished packing up the military supplies." Before going to war, someone once hugged and kissed her. When the love was strong, she wished she could give herself the whole world.

He proposed so many times, but he never agreed, either because he didn't want to, or because he didn't dare to think about it.

Freddy, I'm sorry.

A gray mass of energy rushed towards his face, but Lester's tightly clenched right hand slowly loosened.

"Liszt!!!" Saro turned pale with fright, waved his wings and wanted to rush over, but it was still a step too late.

There was a huge roar, and even the ground trembled in the blink of an eye.

"Leister..." Salo whispered in disbelief, a little hard to accept this reality.

After the dust cleared, a pure black figure gradually appeared, and in his arms was Lester who had passed out.

It seems that some people are really lucky, even if they don't want to be convinced... Salo heaved a sigh of relief, shook his head with a smile, turned around and went into battle again.

"It turns out to be His Royal Highness the Prince." Preco raised his eyebrows.

The mouth of the person in his arms kept bleeding, Freddy raised his eyes and looked at Preke with no expression on his face.

"You seem to care about him." Preke sneered. "Is it his new partner? The tenth or the hundredth?"

Freddy stood up holding Lester without saying a word.

"Shall I tell you what can I do to make him bark more attractively on the bed?" Prick's eyes were evil, "When I fucked him, he didn't know anything, and it took a lot of work to get him right. -"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge black energy ball exploded in front of his eyes. Prick, who had been on guard for a long time, dodged and looked for Freddy and Lester, but they had long since disappeared.

Although he really wanted to kill that bastard, Freddy finally chose to take Lester away first, lest he be further stimulated.

After returning to the residence, Freddy put Lester on the bed and lay down, and poured hot milk for him to feed him.

The self-healing ability of the blood race is very strong, and Freddy was protecting him just now, so Lester didn't suffer too many injuries, and he woke up soon. Who knew that he heard Preke's words just after he regained his sanity? talk.

The wound thousands of years ago was brutally torn open and left alive in front of Freddy.

Lester turned his head, although his eyes were closed, there was still water in the corners of his eyes.

"Baby is fine." Freddy wiped away his tears, leaned over and hugged him, "Don't cry, today is a cheap bastard, I will kill him another day to vent your anger."

"I'm sorry." Lester's voice was hoarse.

"It's okay, I don't care, you know I don't." Freddy shook his hand and kissed it on his lips, "No one will bully you again, never will."

"Do you want to hear about my past?" Lester turned pale.

"I'll listen to what you want to say, and I won't listen if you don't want to." Freddy smiled, lowered his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, "It's up to you."

"I didn't tell you everything before." Lester closed his eyes, "I am Seraphim, and I am also the deputy commander of the Angel Legion."

Thousands of years ago, the Angel Legion had two leaders, Salo and Lester, both young and outstanding.

Lester doesn't like to talk very much, so his popularity in the army is far less than that of the rowdy Saro.God Realm held parties almost every day, and although Lester would be forcibly dragged by Salo every time, he would always sneak away.

One of them, Lester made an excuse to leave halfway, but he was stopped by a seraph as soon as he went out.

"What's the matter?" Lester asked him.

"The Third Legion is in some minor disturbances, and I would like to ask you to go and have a look." The man bowed politely, "I'm here, Preke, the leader of the Third Legion of the Angel Legion."

If time could be turned back, if future events could be predicted, Lester would not have gone.

It's a pity that some things happen as they happened, and no one can change them.