Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

I never cared about those! "

Hearing these arrogant words, Feng Wuyang screamed inwardly that it was not good.

"You are the blood of Sabat!"

The person behind gave a strange laugh, and the sharp claws slowly tightened. "It's good to know, [Disabled Person], I want your life..."

Just as his sharp claws pierced his neck, there was a sudden rustling in the surrounding woods, and with the low roar of a wild beast, a black figure suddenly jumped out, throwing Feng Wuyang and the blood race that attacked her to the ground. land.

"What!" Sabat's blood race quickly reacted and jumped up from the ground, its brutal blood-red eyes swept towards the black shadow that jumped out of the bushes, and then its expression slowly became strange.

"you……"

Feng Wuyang endured the pain and sat up, looked up at the opposite side, and then was taken aback.

"..." She must be dazzled, right?

Otherwise, how could she see a giant wolf in the blood clan's territory? !

It was a pure black giant wolf with limbs two meters from the ground. Its minions were extremely sharp and its eyes were blood red. Humanized warnings and expulsions could be seen from the pupils.

At first glance, it is not an ordinary beast, but more like the deadly enemy of the blood clan, the animalized form of the werewolf...

The blood race of Nazabat seemed to know what it was, with a look of fear on his face. "I'm a member of the parliament who came to the [Triangle Meeting], you can't do anything to me!"

Hei Lang looked at him coldly, then pulled the wolf kiss suddenly, revealing a humane sneer, revealing his long snow-white teeth.

There was a trace of disdain in his blood-red pupils, as if responding to his warning.

Seeing this, the Sabat Blood Clan's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and with a slight movement of his body, he was about to pounce on Feng Wuyang who hadn't stood up yet.

The black wolf's eyes instantly turned cold, and it also rushed up quickly, but not at Feng Wuyang, but at Sabat's blood clan.

"Wow!" Hei Lang let out a low growl, opened his mouth and bit the Sabate blood clan's waist fiercely, there was a toothache cracking sound, and the black wolf threw the Sabate blood clan on Feng Wu's body. Beside her, the cold blood splashed from that vampire's body fell on her somewhat dull face.

The blood race was pressed to the ground by the giant wolf, and its sharp claws pierced into the blood race's shoulders. It lowered its head to look at the blood race's ferocious face, and let out a cold breath.

Sabat's blood clan screamed. "No! You can't kill me! We are members who came to the meeting and are protected by the commandments!"

A sneering icy smile appeared in Hei Lang's eyes again, and then he raised one of his front paws and stabbed fiercely into the back of the vampire, and the vampire under the giant palm instantly turned into a pile of ashes.

Feng Wuyang could only watch all this in shock.

The Sabat blood race that violated the principle of protection, the strange black wolf that suddenly appeared, and the blood race that was brutally slaughtered...

Who can tell her whether she is safe or dangerous now?

The black wolf who killed the blood clan slowly licked his paw, then turned his head to look at Feng Wuyang.

Seeing those big blood-red icy eyes, Feng Wuyang couldn't help shivering.

"That...thank you for saving me..." She watched it speak hesitantly, then slowly stood up, still not daring to let go of staring at it halfway.

However, Hei Lang didn't seem to have any intention of hurting her. Seeing that her figure was shaking a little, he kindly leaned his head over to let her support her.

"Uh, thank you." She couldn't help but blush when she touched the soft and smooth hair of the beast with her palm, and the strange feeling that women loved very much.

Oh...Feng Wuyang, this is a real dangerous beast, not a puppy or your big white cat, Bury Snow, don't think about going up and rubbing it for a while...

As if sensing her tangled thoughts, Hei Lang's eyes overflowed with soft smiles, and he walked slowly in front of her and lay down.Looking up at her face quietly.

Unaccustomed to being stared at by him, Feng Wuyang pulled her long hair and looked to the side.Then I remembered something and looked back. "Well, you're not a werewolf, are you?" If it said it was, she really didn't know what to do.

Hei Lang was stunned for a moment, then blinked at her, and then there was a big smile in his eyes, and he pressed his paws on his head and let out a low whistling sound.

Feng Wuyang looked at it depressed.Is it mocking her...

Embarrassed by its appearance, Feng Wuyang waved his hands. "Okay, okay, I know you're not!" It's at most a ferocious beast raised by some blood race!

Hei Lang raised his head and glanced at her with a smile, moved his ears and stretched his limbs to stand up.

"So, do you want to go back with me?" Feng Wuyang looked at it and asked.

The black wolf shook his head, then flicked his thick tail, jumped into the bushes with a sudden leap.

"Hey!" Feng Wuyang was caught off guard by it, and when he came back to his senses, there was no movement in the woods.

Standing blankly in the woods for a while, Feng Wuyang took a breath, turned around and left there.

——The most beautiful sunset has set before the darkness, my lord.What did we see when my eyes brightened?Many people have his keyless lock. ——When evil becomes natural.

— next night.Lost chips.The distorted state and position of fate, the ugly color and hope of blood.This is a vampire's feast. —the prison of the secret language is crumbling.

The Ninth Night's Noise and Expulsion 【Part [-]】

"I really don't like the tone of your Delocas, Lord Diolotte." The person sitting in the dark shadows at the other end of the long table gave a low laugh, but there was no smile in his tone.

"It's always so...unhappy."

Leaning on the back of the chair, Diolot's delicate thin lips slightly parted into a beautiful smile. "Let us state our position first, Mr. Obasala, the person sitting at the table with us at this moment is the conference representative of the Seventeen Clans of the Blood Clan, that's all. If you insist on discussing the German Regarding the differences between Lokas and Althea, please discuss with me alone after the meeting."

"Uh..." The person opposite was slightly taken aback, and lowered his eyes in embarrassment. "Feel sorry."

"Heh." A woman sitting next to Diolot covered her lips and chuckled. "I really don't understand, what are you guys talking about. It's been so long since the meeting started, and no one started to talk about it."

"Too tense atmosphere is not suitable for the meeting." The person opposite her said briskly, "After all, meeting is a physical job."

"You're right." Diolo laughed softly. "Too tense atmosphere is not suitable for us, isn't it?" After a pause, he raised his eyes. "And our round table is not full yet, so don't be in such a hurry to start."

Everyone looked at each other, then nodded in unison. "That's right. Let's wait until Lord Syl and Lord Ronald arrive."

"Then, I'll excuse you first." Diolot stood up with a smile, and after bowing gracefully to everyone, he turned and left his seat.The waiter at the door opened it for him immediately.

There was a moment of silence in the dark conference room, and then a low voice was heard.

"What exactly are we going to discuss this time? Lord Syl hasn't given us a clear topic yet."

"No matter what, it's inseparable from 'that'. Both [The King's Servants] have appeared, so it must be about the [Cutting Point]..."

"If they're tough, it won't do us any good."

"What benefits do you want? 'That' belongs to the king, it's best not to call attention."

"What are you talking about, it belongs to the whole blood family, why don't you just say it belongs to [Blood Sect]?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"That's not what it means!"

"you!……"

"That's enough! Stop arguing! It doesn't count if any of us said anything before this matter officially started!"

"..."

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"I really doubt your purpose." Ronald, who followed Syl, said as he went downstairs. "The content of the meeting is related to the seal of [cutting point]. You know that they are all interested in that, why do you want to tell it to the public?"

Sil smiled. "Don't you think that in this way, the seal of [Cutting Point] will ensure maximum safety?"

"...Although I thought of this, I don't want to quarrel with them at all." Ronald sighed. "The blood race is probably the most quarrelsome race in the world."

"You can just let them quarrel without saying a word." Syl suddenly stopped and said. "You just have to stick to one purpose."

"?" Ronald stopped behind him, and looked up suspiciously when he heard his words. "What purpose?"

"No matter what holy artifact [Cut Point] seals, it belongs to my blood monarch. For the rest, let them quarrel. Let's see who among them can quarrel the king back."

"...You are really insidious, uncle." Ronald was ashamed. "The whole blood family knows that my king is 'dead', so how do they do it?"

"Yeah, how do I do it..." Syl smiled slightly looking at the scenery outside the window, his deep brown eyes flashed with an unusually bright brilliance. "If the throne doesn't return, it doesn't matter who said it...and, Ron." He suddenly called out.

"Yes."

"Bring the matter of the Lowind family to the meeting. Since they like to make trouble, let them have enough trouble..."

"Lovind..." Ronald was slightly taken aback.

Sil turned to look at him. "