Son of Satan

"I took out the feathers in my pocket, and just wanted to study the difference between such feathers and chicken feathers. A businessman wearing a big cloak came up on the Geli Literature Network and said: "I give ten gold coins? "

"What?" What gave ten gold coins?

"The feather on your hand." The businessman's eyes lit up, and he greedily touched the black chicken feather on my hand.

"You want to buy it for ten gold coins?" I reconfirmed.

I have also been in the blood group for a while, and I have a little understanding of the consumption of the blood group.Ten gold coins is already a lot of money for a blood race like me, and it is also enough for me to squander some days.

I hesitated, and handed the feather over.If I had known that the feathers of the brat were so valuable, I would have plucked a few more.Alas, I regret it, the next time I see him, I must make up for the feathers of the previous two meetings.Anyway, the little kid is also in the moulting stage, and it's better for me to exchange some money for it than to let him fly all over the sky and pollute the environment.

While thinking about my plan to get rich, Hesme started to snatch the feather away.explain:

"00 gold coins, if you don't buy it, I'll sell it to someone else."

My brain froze on the spot, and I immediately grabbed Hesme's hand.A chicken feather can be sold for 0 gold coins. I think it is already a big profit. Now Hesme is talking about it. If someone doesn’t buy it for 0 gold coins, who should I cry to?

Hesmi ignored me and said, "Will you buy it? If not, we'll find someone else. Geili Literature Network" and dragged me to leave.

I was so anxious that I almost wanted to shake off his hand. If he wanted 00 gold coins for a chicken feather, wouldn't that be the same as grabbing it!

Sure enough, you, the businessman's complexion immediately changed.I was mourning for the gold coins that I was about to fly away, but the businessman was just surprised, immediately took out his wallet, paid 00 gold coins and ran away with the feathers.

What's happening here?

Hesmi counted the gold coins in the purse, looking downcast.

"Hey! I know it's cheap. Businessmen are really bad! They're all liars!"

I curled my lips and pulled the purse back into my pocket.

Hesme was surprised, and it was a rare time that he didn't sarcastically.

He said, "Jay, where did you get that feather?"

"I picked it up on the road." I didn't intend to tell him about the kid I met, because Hesme never put Jay in the position of a friend, and there is no guarantee that one day he will take it as a pity entertainment.

Hesme said: "That's right, you don't have any friends, and you don't know anyone who is famous except Ray Lesenbai. You can only get feathers by picking them up. After all, I don't believe that Ray Lesenmai will give feathers to you." You, and his feathers are golden."

I was surprised, "Ray Lesenba has feathers too?"

Hesme said in the same tone that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, "What does it mean that Rui Le Senbai also has feathers? He has wings! Do you understand wings?"

"Aren't wings made of feathers?" I muttered. "Then do we have wings?"

I really didn't know that vampires have wings, after all they are not angels, although the wings are beautiful, they always feel a bit nondescript.According to the ancestors of the blood race, they were originally angels, but later fell into the sky and became Satan.The wings of Satan's descendants don't seem to be so unacceptable.

Hesmi took me to a coffee bar by the side of the road to sit down and said: "We have wings? How many tens of thousands of years have passed? When you become blue-eyed, you may be able to grow a pair of gray wings, but the premise is that you Can live up to 1 years."

"Isn't the life of a blood race endless?"

"Endless?" Hesmi didn't even bother to sneer this time, and said, "Endless lives are above the blue-eyed level, and our level's 1-year lifespan is pretty good. You must know that every year there is a life span of [-] years." When a batch of blood races are born, they will replace the lives of some blood races; if everyone had endless lives, the world would have been congested long ago."

"Is that why schools have graded exams and grades everywhere?"

"Yes, isn't it time to build a Lost Paradise, where a better next generation will be born. If we are replaced, Jay, we will never have a chance to turn around; in the end, ashes return to ashes and ashes return to ashes!" Hesme made a blowing motion on the palm of his hand.

Hesme continued: "The wings of the blue-eyed level are all blue, and the wings of His Highness level are all white. But His Highness Rui Le Senbai's is golden, and His Majesty Chris's is black. The wings are They won’t let people casually, many blood races will only show it in front of the closest people, or show it when necessary; generally they will put their wings away.”

"What happens if you touch someone else's wings?"

"Death is spectacular! But why are you asking this? Do you have a chance to touch it?"

Yes, I touched it just now, but I was struck half to death by lightning.

I made sure again, and asked, "Is it true that only His Majesty Chris's wings are black?"

After complaining about the bad coffee, Hesme gave me a foolish look.Said: "Even newborns know that His Majesty Chris's wings are black, and others have black wings? I really don't know. Maybe your wings will be black in the future." Hesme's tone was still Neither yin nor yang.Just like the weather in the rainy season, no one can like it.

I'm too lazy to argue with him.

The little boy's wings are also black, although they look a bit like chicken wings.

I think it may be that Hesme's knowledge is narrow, and he didn't find anyone with black wings except Chris.The appearance of the little boy gliding on the small wings floated before his eyes, and he thought of his face that was too similar to someone, and felt awkward again.

I can assure you that the brat is definitely Chris' son; maybe illegitimate.Otherwise, to the extent of Hesme's gossip, she would never know nothing about it.

Just as the topic between Hess and I became heated, Hess suddenly slapped his forehead.explain:

"Too bad, I actually forgot such an important thing." After speaking, he ran away.

I have never seen Hesmee treat his precious face with such violence, and his curiosity is overflowing.He hugged his thigh and asked, "Hesme, where are you going?"

You know, there is no distinction between categories and borders, and if you want to know the major events in the world, you must hold the thigh of the originator of gossip.