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The carriage set off early in the morning and was still parked next to the tavern in the evening, with the horses grazing leisurely.

There was still half of a glass of beer left in Lions' hand. He stayed in the tavern for a day like a pillar. The proprietress looked at the bearded and poor old man frequently, with contempt and indifference.

The tavern was shabby, the guests' linen clothes were stained with dirty gray wine, and the sweat and oil stains had accumulated for a long time, giving off an unpleasant smell. Served with poor-quality burgers and beer, it was a decadent and poor scene.

The southern district is prosperous, but not everyone is prosperous.

The tavern is mainly for the poor and hard workers to provide a place to rest. The proprietress looks about forty or fifty, acrimonious, stubbornly wearing a dirty dress dyed gray, twisting her waist when she walks.

Those men who are dressed in rags and hide dirt under their fingernails have seen enough of their honest wives at home, and are attracted by the pungent powder on the old proprietress and the powder on her face. Vulgar laughing and cursing.

"Hey, isn't today the old man Gary's coming to the city? Where's his beautiful and temperamental mistress? Why haven't you seen it!" A bearded man shouted drunk, biting and hugging the proprietress while yelling.

"If you don't want your hands, just chop them off to make minced meat." The proprietress patted her beard and pointed to Lyons at the window, "The lady's love brother has changed. He is sitting over there, and the carriage is still parked outside."

The bearded man was dizzy from drinking, and he chuckled when he heard the words: "Gary, that idiot with a slug in his head, how can a lady follow him, and boast every day that his lover will accompany him to buy food and give him a handkerchief! Sleep and drink all day in this shabby tavern, bah!"

"I think the bachelor is poor and crazy, and he has hallucinations when he sees a woman." The proprietress took a bite, quite dissatisfied with this Gary, "Hey, the sun is setting, and our noble lady is coming, every day at this hour, set The city is over, this is the meeting lover!"

The proprietress muttered, her voice getting smaller and smaller, as if she was avoiding something.

Just as she twisted her waist and walked into the bar, the wooden door of the broken tavern was "creaked" and pushed open. Manda smiled at Lyons with a basket full of things: "I've been waiting for a long time, I fell on the road and my things fell One place."

"Oh, ma'am, you fall down every month, or you fall down, or have thieves, or get drenched in water!" Seeing Manda's eyes staring straight, the bearded man said frivolously, "Your excuse is really good. No, why don't you come to me? I will teach you how to make a good excuse."

Manda was in a cloud of mist, disgusted by the low-class man who smelled of alcohol, and coldly glanced at the bearded man, beckoning the groom to leave quickly.

Lyons went to the bar to pay, and looked at Manda carefully when he came back.

The liveliness of the market in the South District is not comparable to that in the North District. The nobles never join in the fun, because there are so many people and messy, and the best dresses and dresses will be stained with dirt.But Manda was neatly dressed, her hair wasn't too messy, and she looked in good spirits.

"It won't be long, madam, get in the car." Lyons said.

Manda nodded, stepped into the carriage, and urged the groom to go back quickly, Matthew was going to be worried.

Reigns responded, raised his whip, and kept looking around.

Andre didn't come back.

For more than 100 years, Lions has dealt with blood clans almost forever, and he has a more sensitive sense of smell and feeling than ordinary hunters.

There was no scent of blood around him.

Before leaving, he told Andre that he was not allowed to act without authorization, and that Andre would follow Manda no matter what the situation was.Although the possibility of Andre's disobedience cannot be ruled out, Lyons still can't feel at ease.

The time it took for the carriage to go back was shortened by half.

Matthew was outside the villa early, waiting for the carriage home like a watchman.

Manda got out of the car and hugged Matthew, handed the basket to her husband, and went back to the house to rest.

"Is Andre back?" Lyons sat on the carriage and asked with a whip in his hand.

"I haven't seen Mr. Andre all day today." Matthew said, "Is there anything unusual?"

"Take care of Manda, I'll go out for a while." Lyons untied the rein, jumped on the horse and ran towards the downtown.

Club nights are endless.There are too many luxury and money here, and sleep is a waste of life for some nobles.

Dance halls, bars, shooting ranges and massage halls are all very lively.

There is only one place in the whole building that is silent - the psychological consultation room where the only customer of the day has just been sent away.

Andre was hanging upside down on the crystal pendant of the chandelier, and his paws were burned uncomfortably.

His Excellency the Prince is in a very unhappy mood now, his nimble little eyes are gloomy, and he looks like he really wants to tear down this dilapidated building.

After transforming into bats, the vampires have a weak smell, and the vampires in bat form have the weakest ability. Correspondingly, it is very difficult to find the abnormality of these bats.

The servant carried the heavy basket, which took a lot of physical strength, and being an ordinary person, he didn't see anything wrong with the little bat blocking the way, so he just put down the basket and drove the bat away.

Andre gritted his teeth when he thought of this.

The attendant is an ordinary person, but he carries a lot of sacred artifacts, all of which are engraved into the attendant's flesh and blood, and he doesn't need to lead it, and it will be activated directly when encountering blood.

The attendant's waving hand rubbed against the fluff on the bat's wings, and then the formation in his body sensed the faint blood breath, and started to operate, slapping the defenseless bat against the wall.

Many silver objects in the house have already suppressed Andre, and he was in a bat state again. The dignified prince was really swept away by someone, his mind was dizzy, and he almost passed out.

Something is wrong with this club, something is wrong.

The little bat curled up pitifully in the corner, as weak as if Andre had lived in vain for 1000 years.

There are so many types of formations, anesthetizing, weakening, cursing, everything, all of them are smashed together, even if Andre is the ancestor of the blood clan, he would be stunned for a moment.

Not long after the attendants returned, Manda finished her treatment and walked out of the consulting room.

Andre stretched his paws and crawled two steps towards the corner, avoiding Dr. Tian who followed him.

Dr. Tian's appearance is as gentle as his voice, but not weak. He is about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender figure of an oriental alien, and his gestures are extremely elegant.

"Is there something going on?" Dr. Tian frowned slightly and asked the attendant.

"No, no, everything has been bought. Madame, are you...haven't recovered yet?" The attendant held up the basket to Dr. Tian, ​​and asked about Manda's condition with concern.

"The in-depth counseling caused some hallucinations, but the symptoms are much less than before." Dr. Tian handed the diagnosis and treatment records to the attendant, "Just tell Ms. Manda that way."

The attendant nodded like a rattle and helped Manda downstairs.

Manda was like a doll on a string, following behind the attendants obediently and silently, her eyes glazed over.

Dr. Tian saw the patient off, his eyes were intentionally or unintentionally surveying the darkness in the corridor, as if he was looking for something.

The smell of the vampire after turning into a bat is subtle, and it is impossible to distinguish it from the strong silver metal smell.Andre remained motionless, looking at Dr. Tian equally curiously.

Doctor Tian searched to no avail, and returned to the room where the vampire was not staying after raising a strange smile.

The attendant had already taken Manda away, and Andrei didn't have time to think about Dr. Tian's strangeness, so he quickly followed.

The basket full of items was handed over to Manda by the attendant. The attendant took out the medical bill and read one sentence at a time: "Madam talked with Dr. Tian for two hours. I rushed to the market to purchase before dark. On the way, I fell down. The thing fell out, Madam, a woman picked it up for a long time, so I went back late. Today's diagnosis and treatment is progressing well, 'she' has been suppressed, Madam's illness is caused by anxiety and psychological shadow, Dr. Tian hopes you can relax your mind , forget about war."

After the attendant finished reading, Manda blinked with blank eyes, turned around and walked towards the closed block. The attendant looked at her back and saw the elegant woman putting down a basket in a street, and suddenly screamed He fell down and got up again, and then he was in a daze for a moment, then hurriedly picked up the basket and ran out of sight.

"We haven't seen Ms. Manda since sunset today," said the attendant suddenly.

His clear silver was covered with a layer of mist, and everyone in the hall paused for a moment, and even the rotating pointer in the center seemed to be stuck for a few seconds due to disrepair.

After being dazed for a while, the attendant seemed to have forgotten that he had sent Manda away, and rubbed his arms in the cold night and muttered, "It's strange, what am I doing standing here, the doctor has already left work, I should go back earlier!"

The friend I met on the road also greeted the attendant and asked him why the doctor's client left in the afternoon, why he is still here now.The attendant smiled, packed up his things and prepared to go home.

He left in a hurry without noticing a dazed little bat in the corner of the club's gate.

Andre's small eyes were shining coldly, he was a little confused, he didn't know where this place was, and why he was sleeping on the ground in the posture of a bat here.

"Lines asked me to follow Manda. After coming here, Manda went to the consultation room, and returned before dark..." The little bat hugged his head and said to himself, "No...not right."

As a blood prince who is well versed in mind reading, Andre has unique confidence in his own consciousness and memory.These things do not exist in memory at all, it is just a consciousness, a word.

"Use mind reading for me?" The furry face of the little bat showed a sarcasm, and the dark green eyes turned blood red. There was no voice in the already silent club, let alone a strange stone in the surrounding grass. With a "pop", a thin crack was overwhelmed.

It was dark, and Andre's expression was serious. According to the time calculation, he was in the form of a bat for a long time.Changing memory and consciousness collectively is a very profound ability, even for Andre, it is difficult to do it.

If it is a blood race, then the person who casts the spell is at least the same or higher than him.If it was a human being, Andre narrowed his eyes and looked towards the floor where the consultation room was located.

The curtains in the consulting room were closed, and no light came through.

But Andre knew that Dr. Tian was inside.

In the strange or dirty air of Mancheng, a unique and familiar taste is mixed.

Andre withdrew his gaze, shook his wings and left the club.

In the street market, the sundries and garbage left in the morning market have been cleaned up.Ragged beggars lay by the side of the road, and drunks roamed about.

The southern district in the dark night is still not calm, the gangsters and drunks wantonly choose the prey that can be slaughtered or the women who are left alone, even if they are beaten up, it is still fun tonight.

The man holding the vat of beer immediately took a fancy to the stranger who was blatantly wandering on the street. That old hat wrapped in a robe was very rich at first glance.

He hey hey hey he followed up, his big hand fell on someone else's shoulder.

"Don't touch him, that's my prey."

The man was stunned for a while, then turned his head to see a beautiful face, and immediately laughed: "Sure, that beauty is here... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Andre opened his fangs, and his slender nails pierced the drunk man's flesh, and the delicate beauty suddenly turned into a monster that travels in the dark.

"It's boring, I just ran away." Andre took the flannelette handed over by the "stranger" and wiped the blood between his fingers, and said, "Please come to me so late, sir."

The stranger took off his hood, looked Andre up and down carefully, and said in a bad tone: "It's very troublesome, I hope the consultant can give me a reasonable compensation."