The Blood Hourglass

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I sighed and got up and came to Celtic's side because my food was there.

"How about let's make a bet?" Seeing me quietly lowering my head to eat food, Celtic suddenly became interested.

"What are you betting on?" I raised my head, still chewing food.

"The result of this battle." He raised his eyebrows and looked at the two in the center who were staring at each other coldly. "I bet that Saffrot will win, and there will be no harm."

"Oh." I lowered my head and continued to eat my food.

"Hey! Haven't you said which side do you press?" Celtic hurriedly asked when I ignored him.

"What do you say?" I smiled coldly, he himself suppressed Saffrot first, obviously everyone knows that Gru is not on the same level as Saffrot, and Saffrot can't think of it. It's hard.

"So you beat Gru?" Celtic smiled triumphantly.

"It's absolutely impossible to win that or something. You know this as much as I do." I gave him a blank look. "That's why you bet on Saffrot to win."

"So you are so optimistic about Saffrot?" He looked at me like that with a look, and I was uncomfortable looking at me.

"Don't you look at him too?" I don't know what the expression on his face means, and I don't want to know, but I just stared at him coldly.

"That's because he was strengthened by me. I think that here, no one will be his opponent except the patriarch himself." He suddenly bent down and whispered in my ear. I raised my head and looked at his face, "Strengthen?"

"Yeah." He nodded slightly, "I have confidence in him, and I also have confidence in myself."

"Oh." It turned out to be him. It was him who made Saffrott like this. An involuntary killing intent began to rise in my heart. The spoon in my hand snapped and broke into two pieces. The sound of breaking was just right. Interrupted my contemplation.

"What's the matter? Is the quality of this spoon too bad, so it can be broken." Celtic picked up the other one and complained to the waiter at the counter.

"This..." The waiter looked at the broken spoon with a look of puzzlement, "I'll get one again, and the two of you will wait."

"Why is it like this? It is obviously pure wood and has never been broken, and it is still broken in the hands of a little human girl. It is really strange." The waiter said to himself as he walked.

"How is it?" Gregg, who looked at the two of them coldly, spoke first, "Is it here or out?"

"It's the same everywhere." Saferot said, taking a step back, ready to do it.

"By the way, you haven't said which side to press?" Celtic asked hurriedly when they saw that they were about to fight.

"I won't have the result of this battle." I turned to look at the two, turned my head to Celtic, the coldness in my eyes was even more icy, Celtic couldn't help feeling cold all over, and it took a moment to wake up. "There will be no results?"

"Well. I'll just press this." The waiter took another spoon, and I continued to eat the food on the plate, "Give me a glass of water."

"Water?" The waiter was taken aback again.

"Well, water! If not, tea is fine." From his appearance, there should be no water!

"What if there are none?" He asked with a shady face, embarrassingly.

"Then what can I drink here?" I don't have to choose, but at least I can drink.

"This!" He hurried up with a cup of blood, my face darkened, "Except for this."

"That...this." As a result, he brought up a glass of transparent liquid, and I knew what it was when I smelled it, and shook his head involuntarily.

"Forget it." In the end, I really didn't have the interest to ask any more.

"Oh." The other party was also relieved.

"Safrot, right?" Gru jumped to the back of the round sofa and walked around it to the front of Safrot, holding a thick-walled round-headed knife in his hand, pointing straight at it. Safrot.

"Yeah." Saffrot didn't have any expressions, he was still so cold and aloof, there seemed to be nothing in his eyes, even though the other party was pointing a knife at him.

"Okay, I will remember, another defeated man." Glu forgot to smile.

"Yeah! Glu is right." "This is our brother." "Let him see how he can deal with the Light Race." The teammates on the back of the surrounding Darkness cheered loudly.

"You haven't said what the bet is?" The food got drier as I ate, and finally I simply put down the spoon, turned and stood side by side with Celtic, watching the battle.

"If you win, I can answer your request."

"What's the requirement?"

"Yes, but apart from letting you go." Celtic is the most powerful person under the patriarch. He thinks he can still do this little thing.

Hearing his answer, I must say in my heart, "Okay, if I lose, I will also promise you a request, besides handing over the soul to you." My soul is not a bet that can be taken by just a blood clan.

"Okay, I only need you to experiment with a few drops of blood per week." Celtic also achieved his goal and was happy.

"Yes, this is okay." So that was the case, I nodded knowingly, "Now it's up to the result of this battle."

"I'm sure to win." Celtic knew it for a long time. With Saffrot's strength, he was definitely no more than a hundred moves. With the speed of the nobles, the results would come out in a while.

"Maybe." But I think if they don't start fighting, maybe they won't even be able to fight.

"Then be careful, the knife doesn't have eyes." Gru sneered, swung the knife and jumped up in the air, and jumped directly over the outer sofa. It was a knife at the beginning, and Saffrott leaped lightly, as if he had a hand behind him. Pulling, gently floated out of the round sofa, wherever Gelu went, there was no one, the knife fell out, but the sharpness of the blade brought the sofa below, and the sofa opened like this. "Wow~"

"You..." Ge Lu was taken aback. He didn't expect the opponent's speed to be so fast, and his speed with double wings gave people a sense of emptiness and fantasy.

"Gelu, what are you doing? The first cut was a blow." Someone around stood up.

"Don't worry, the second knife will never fail again." Glu winked at the opponent, turned around, stepped on the sofa and rushed towards Safrot. Naturally, the knife in his hand was swung out early, with lightning speed. The momentum swept across Saferott sideways, Saferott looked coldly, turned around slowly, and easily avoided. In his opinion, although this guy's speed is not slow, he definitely cannot be called. Fast, so when the opponent makes a move, he can slowly think about which way to avoid it, or to meet it.

But both of them were missed, and Gelu couldn't help but feel anxious. Although he was not one of the best in the team, he was at least in the middle and upper class, and when he met the Clan of Light, he didn't necessarily miss both. That kind of slow posture made him even more hot.

So he tried his best to surround Saffrott, slashing with one knife, every knife was ruthless and accurate, but the place where the knife fell was always empty. That kind of gentle posture is compatible, and it seems that all strength has been invisibly reduced.

In addition, the opponent hasn't fight back yet, that's what made him feel frustrated. Inadvertently glanced at the other person, but the other person was not looking at him. His heart was angry, but he inspired a lot of potential strength, "Don't underestimate people!"

With a backhand stab, the sword was shaken out by the power of the palm of his hand, and it pierced Saffrot's left chest. Saffrot couldn't help but retract his gaze, but the blade had already touched his body. The speed of Qing disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Bang!" The knife fell to the ground, with black blood on the edge.

"Where is the other person?" As a result, there were talks about finding someone around.

In fact, he has always been there, I know.

"Be careful!" Suddenly the sword light flashed, and the long sword in Saffrot's hand carried a cold light around Gru's neck, but only a shallow cut was made, but the black blood had already leaked from the scar, Gru There was no chance to fight back after eating pain. After all, the opponent's speed was so fast that he didn't even see how he discovered everything, and only felt that he had died once.

"Give up?" Saferot appeared in front of everyone again. The sword in his hand had been retracted from his sleeve. From the eyes of the people around, it seemed that nothing happened, but the person concerned was already scared and stood there. Not a word can be said.

"How is it possible! Gelug can't admit defeat!" "Yeah! Isn't it a virtual screen! Who wouldn't!" "Hiding in the virtual screen, there is a face to make others confess." Before the party spoke, the surrounding fell out. Up.

"Okay, let's hit you until you surrender!" Saferot looked indifferent, flicked his hand, the sword in his sleeve was already in his hand, and a gleam had pierced Gru's chest, but Ge Lu was still stunned, without any reaction.

The brothers around who watched jumped up, "Geru~"

"Dang~" Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce Gelug's chest, there was a flash of silver light, and the two sharp weapons intersected, making a harsh sound. Everyone looked up and saw that someone had blocked Saffrot’s blow, "Captain!" "Old Ken!"

Saferot looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and stretched his frown, "Who are you again?"

"I am their captain Elkend, what did Gru do wrong, you can tell me, you don't have to do such a killer to him." Elkend fends off Saffrot's sword and puts away himself With his weapon, he pushed Gelu, "Gelu, wake up!"

"Team... Captain, you... Why are you here?" Glu came back to his senses, looking at the captain in front of him, his face turned pale.

"What's going on? Who is he? Why do you want to kill you?" Elkend saw that the other party was disdainful to answer his question, so he turned to his subordinates and asked.

"He is the servant of the patriarch, no! It should be Saffrot. I thought he was not pleasing to the eye just now, so it was like using him to stop the itching of his hands. The result..." Glu said embarrassedly. Glancing at Saffrot, "That's it."

"If I'm one step late, you will go to see the disappeared brother." Elkend said slightly angrily.

"I...I know I was wrong." Gelug nodded obediently to admit his mistake.

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