The blood clan boss was sucked blood by the opponent's light god

The entire secret room was filled with the dense humming sound like drums. Under the fierce collision of the two magic forces, the air exploded one after another. Transparent air waves exploded.

Xia Mixun went mad with anger.

Gu Qianwang is his weakness, how can he be spied on by the enemy!

He gritted his teeth and urged the release of magic power, and continued to fight against "Pei Siyuan", but the other party seemed to be tired of this stalemate game, the magic power invading the confession room was getting bigger and bigger, and the closed door was squeezed by the overwhelming magic power. The sound of creaking and cracking.

The flying red-striped silver swallowtail butterflies shattered one by one.

Slanted eyes glanced at Shang Lai, Xia Mixun saw him shrinking silently behind her, staring at her without blinking, presumably he was afraid of breaking down, and it was pitiful to see him, so he couldn't help feeling a little pity .

"It's okay, Lang Ying and the others are almost there... This deity will never let him succeed...!" Although Xia Mixun tried his best to calm down his voice, he was still trembling, and the surge of magic power and blood-sucking impulse rushed through his body. Even his mind was shaken to the point of laxity.

On the shoulder, a palm fell.Shang Lai's palm.

He bent down and leaned close to the vampire's ear, "Then what do you do?"

"This deity is nothing more than the embers of the cruel Lord."

The scattered red-striped silver swallowtails turned into countless light dusts, which scattered on Xia Mixun's body.

"As an ember, it will eventually go out."

In fact, he has always understood in his heart.

The real Grizzly Lord died thousands of years ago.Losing half of his soul, losing his real name, being betrayed, exiled from his homeland, all kinds of loss and disorder are like punishments, shaving off layers of flesh and blood, what is left behind, I am afraid that even he himself does not know, and dare not think about it .

"No." A clear voice came from behind.

Xia Mixun turned his head, but saw Shang Lai smiled lightly, and he repeated: "No."

"You are not Ember."

Shang Lai raised his hand, and touched the carotid artery with his white and transparent fingertips, a stream of bright red blood oozed out, flowing slowly along the clear and smooth lines, all the way into the solemn and solemn priest's collar.

He turned around, sat down upright in the confession room, raised his head slightly and stared at Xia Mixun——

"Come here, scumbag."

Xia Mixun's heartbeat and breathing were tightened in an instant, his vision became blurred and turbulent, and his eyes were full of bright red as if possessed by a demon.

"Crazy." He murmured hoarsely.

The lure fragrance emanating from the blood was brewed into wine in this small space, and the mellow and clear breath was sent into Xia Mixun's nose, turning into small transparent hands, pulling him closer to the man step by step.

"Then the deity...you're welcome..."

Xia Mixun grabbed Shang Lai's shoulders, sticking out the tip of his pink tongue and licking it lightly.

The vampire's five senses are extremely sensitive. The smell and temperature of blood made him shiver like a horned insect.

Shang Lai let out a low "tsk".

Xia Mixun raised his face, his silver hair hung loose, and his lips were sweet, "Does it hurt?"

Shang Lai rolled his Adam's apple up and down, "No."

"But do you know?" He squeezed Xia Mixun's chin with a gentle but irresistible force, and wiped the redness on his lips with his long fingers. "This is a confessional room. What we do may be punished by the gods." See."

"If you see it, you will see it. This deity is not afraid." Xia Mixun muttered vaguely, and his actions became more brutal.Unable to untie the collar of the priest's cassock for a while, he simply stretched out his fangs, violently tore open the cloth, and pierced fiercely into the hidden blue blood vessels.

The hot blood that has always seduced him is indeed more intoxicating than wine, with the heat of magma, continuously pouring into his body, scalding his whole body, even his bones All melted.

Therefore, he could only tighten Shang Lai's neck, which was the only support.The snow-white sharp fangs penetrated deeper into the flesh, submerging into the texture, sucking the hot blood, every inch, every drop, is precious, sweet and not to be let go.

It wasn't until the blood-sucking impulse subsided completely that Xia Mixun let go of his arms and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Thank you for your help. This deity will never forget this kindness." He pursed his lips, and just about to get off Shang Lai, when Yue Yaojian suddenly tightened, it was so itchy that he didn't dare to move, and he couldn't move. I lost my strength.

"How are you going to thank me?" Shang Lai held on tightly, not wanting to let him go easily.

"...Ah?" Xia Mixun raised his face, his sharp chin was still a little red, "I'm going to beat that bastard outside now."

Shang Lai's eyes fell on those two flamboyant thin lips, and he said two words: "No."

Xia Mixun scratched his hair, "Do you like spicy strips?"

Shang Lai suspects that Yu Yugong lost not only half of his soul, but also half of his brain.

"Then how about the deity treat you to a big meal?" As soon as the words came out, Xia Mixun regretted it. He took care of his teeth with all his savings, so he had no money to treat guests to dinner. He had an idea, "The deity cooks himself."

After all, he is a simple human being who is easy to be satisfied. When Shang Lai heard this, he readily agreed to him.

"Grandma, do you still want to hold on? Come out obediently, I can consider letting you die quickly so as not to suffer fragmentary torture." "Pei Siyuan" seemed to be possessed by Wang Xueqin, squeaking and clamoring.His magical overflow became more and more turbulent, and his crazy wandering spread, the confession room became a small boat surrounded by a dark vortex.

Xia Mixun mobilized his magic power, and was shocked to find that Shang Lai's blood's magic-replenishing effect was comparable to Bazhen Babao Dali Pill, and countless strands of entangled magic power flowed freely in his blood, like a flood, scattered and gathered in all directions.The current him, although he can't be compared with the heyday, but he has no problem at all in overthrowing this dead thing outside.

"Here, Lord, climb."

Xia Mixun slowly raised his right hand, and the red and silver light particles intertwined and converged, turning into a group of flying butterflies, piercing through the wall and door of the confession room, rushing towards "Pei Siyuan"!

Under the siege of the red-striped silver swallowtail butterfly, "Pei Siyuan" couldn't help letting out a heart-piercing scream, and black dirt gushed out from the seven orifices, and was quickly bitten and eaten away by the butterflies.In ancient times, torture was extremely cruel, but it was nothing more than cutting flesh and bones, so how could it compare with the pain of this remnant soul being stabbed by insect mouthparts.

It didn't take a moment for the black dirt to be eaten away.This time, the Pile of Greed finally ushered in a real death.

Pei Siyuan lay unconscious on the ground for a while, and then woke up together with other guests.He is just a soul indulging in the illusion created by the stake of greed, and he has not signed a contract, so he can be saved.

Taking advantage of these people waking up from a dream, Xia Mixun quickly erased the memories for them. When Lang Ying came in with the staff, everyone only thought that there was a sudden problem with the mechanism.

The live broadcast finally returned to normal, and the black screen lasted for about a quarter of an hour before and after the disconnection.

No one expected that this quarter of an hour has become the most topical highlight since the broadcast of "Looking for Traces".

Some people regard it as the source of all evil; but some people regard it as the light of life.

It is precisely because of this quarter of an hour that the cp fans of Shang Lai and Xia Mixun-Shang (Shang) and Xia (Xia) Qishou finally officially stepped onto the stage of history from the dark place of self-knowledge. The flames of the fire burned the source of the two fans.

"We did pretty well just now, but it was a little too fast."

Out of gratitude to his comrades-in-arms, Xia Mixun shook Shang Lai's hand and said solemnly.

Fast, is a symbol of strength, and it is also a pity, because I can't fully enjoy the fun of crushing and killing the enemy.

Shang Lai froze for a moment, staring at him deeply, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Xia Mixun was secretly proud.

Hehe, looking at Shang Lai's dumbfounded look, you can tell that he doesn't surf the Internet very much, and he doesn't even know the latest Internet buzzwords!

"I hope that next time, we will have a chance to doi together. By then, I will let you know what is the real strength!"

On the screen, Xia Mixun's silver hair was messy, his lips were bright red, and there was still a little bit of the middle of the moon.And Shang Lai's collar was open, and there was a strange red mark on the side of his neck.

A topic airborne to the top of the Weibo hot search list——

"Shang Lai 15 minutes".