Trafford’s Trading Club

Of course, Song Er and Song San can't fight because of the problems of female stars. Otherwise, aren't these decades of brotherly and sisterly feelings wasted?

But they did face to face at the moment, scolding in the face.

Unlike Eve, Takezawa understands the voice of China - because the place where his family lives, next to the great power of the East, inherits a lot of questions from this great power of the East.

That's why Takazawa feels incredible that these two guys are going to quarrel because of this little thing.

Tatsuzawa's body was long ago divided into two parts. At this time, the splitting of the two bodies, the movement is almost synchronous, looking back and forth between Song Er and Song San, listening to each other's verbal abuse.

But at this time, Song San's arms swung suddenly, and the three cold lights burst out instantly. Indeed, they aimed one of the 'Longze' eyes!

However, the three cold lights did not receive an odd effect, but were easily beaten to the ground by the ‘only’ Tatsuzawa. "You idiot, do you think I'm still going to take it for granted? ”

Song Sanyin's face suddenly drank: “Look at the trick! ”

He stood up, his palms swung suddenly, and then a white mist broke out of Song San's palm. Takizawa thought it was some kind of special attack. He took it with his bare hands. Unexpectedly, this foggy thing had been taken apart.

That little bit of white mist was scattered like dust at the moment, and the two ‘twisters' could not escape, and the hard part was to let these white powders scatter across the body - especially the two ‘twisters' exposed eyes.

Ah--!

The two ‘twins' made a painful cry, their bodies swinging wildly, their hands dancing wildly, sweeping away the corpses around them, "Ah... my eyes! My eyes!! What have you done to me? ”

“Are you an idiot! Haven't you ever seen a fighter throw lime? ”

“Lime! This means of not indulging, thanks to you! ”

When the two ‘pieces' of Xuetong were atmospheric, this Song San was all the same person at the peak of ordinary people. He was a master of the last generation... but I didn't think he was a bastard who could spill lime!

How angry!

“Ha ha, just right for a monster like you!” Song Sandai laughed twice, and saw that Song Er instantly leaped out of Song Sang's body. If he didn't say anything, he would slip his legs and kick one of them in a row.

This series of kicks kicked at least a dozen times, and the last foot directly kicked the ‘one' Tatsuzawa out of the zombie colony.

But they didn't, because here, there's another Tatsuzawa!

Song Er leaned on Song San's side at this time and whispered: “After that move, I almost ran out of power to kick this guy's blood! The monster, I'm afraid, is not easy to deal with even if the blind man in the village came himself. ”

“Whoo-hoo!! I'm going to suck the blood out of you both!!! ”

The rest of this‘ only ’Tatsuzawa suddenly only saw it become furious, only that its body suddenly swelled up and really turned into a giant leech!

Ten meters long blood-sucking leeches, each tentacle like steel bars, slapping indiscriminately, instantly destroying the place like a hidden collapse.

Song Er Song San didn't think that the monster still had a hand. At this time, it seemed to have been completely provoked. He couldn't help but cry bitterness.

Then, at the moment when the two of them had a kind of 'my life's rest' thought, the floor suddenly shook up, and almost the next second, the body of the giant blood-sucking leech fell directly on the ground, motionless.

Song Er Song San can only stay still, but he thinks it's a little weird. But without waiting too long for them to think, the giant leech that fell in front of them actually burst into flashes.

There's a lot of blood coming out, like it's raining blood.

Only in the flesh pile of this giant leech corpse is a hidden view of a tall figure - a little taller than Song Da, I'm afraid, almost two meters tall.

Take a closer look, it's a dry corpse - a dry corpse!

At this moment, the dry corpse suddenly opened his hands, his palms were clawed, and he grabbed them by force. Song Er and Song felt that there was a huge force pulling their bodies in front of them. He had to tighten his horses and struggle.

They were reluctant to resist, but the average guest didn't have that much kung fu. The guests' bodies were ‘grabbed' and headed towards the dry corpse!

Dry corpses grabbed the body of one of the first guests to fly in front of them and shouted at each other. He suddenly opened his mouth with huge fangs and bit it directly on the guest's neck!

It was just a blink of an eye, and the man's blood was drained all over him… just seconds before and after, he was relentlessly thrown on the ground, rolled over his eyes, and now he had no chance of survival.

The dry corpse didn't seem to care about Song Er and Song Sang's resistance at this moment. He just reached out and grabbed another female guest who flew in front of him and bit him without saying a word... suck it dry!

The body of the dried corpse is gradually becoming 'full’ at this moment, and the muscles and blood vessels begin to form in the bones at a rate that the naked eye can see!

Finally, when the sixth guest was also drained of the whole body of blood, the corpse was‘ long ’and strong - just like a guy who had been stripped of his human skin and left behind only the whole body of muscle tissue.

At the same time, just after this dry corpse appeared, the surrounding corpses seemed to be in a state of fear.

They did not continue to act, they simply stayed where they were and remained motionless.

Song Er and Song Sang, it's very bad to see this situation, at this moment there can still take care of the frightened and screaming guests? The two of them ran straight to their feet.

The dry corpse just looked behind Song Er and Song San's death rush, ignored, but caught a guest and began to suck blood.

When the last guest was also drained of blood, the dry body was thrown at random on the ground… behind the dry body, a slight voice of respect was also remembered.

“Great ancestors, aren't so many sacrifices enough to awaken you? ”

It was Thetasir —— and the dry body in front of him, apparently, was awakened by him, the blood ancestor of the Fenandis, the most powerful of the Fenandis, the original vampire, Viscount Fenandis.

“Not enough, I need more!” Like the sound of mechanical gear grinding, very loud and heavy, at this moment Viscount Fernandis ripped open his lips and looked at Hitachir, "more! ”

Thetasir smiled: "Lord Viscount of the Fernandis, there are countless foods in the outside world that will satisfy you. ”

Unexpectedly, Viscount Fernandis suddenly flashed, instantly appearing in front of Hitachir and grabbed Hitachir's neck directly.

He wanted to struggle, but when he met Viscount Fernandez's gaze, it was like his soul was shaking too... this is the source of Hitachir's vampire blood!

“I feel a kind of aura on this monster.” Viscount Fernandis is angry at this moment: “But it is so ugly that you, as my descendant, are involved with such a monster... I, the honor of the Fernandis family, will be tarnished by you! ”

Hitachir always felt the script was wrong —— it shouldn't be like that, the old ancestors were angry with themselves?

It's not the first time Thetasir's got the wrong script today!

Mr. Rochu, then the powerful and incredible slaughterhouse sense, then his ancestor... did you get it wrong?

“Great ancestors, please listen to me! This one you killed is called Takizawa. It's Takizawa's bloodsucking monster!” Thetasir hastily said at this time: "The Takizawa family is the mystery created by that horrible hybrid, transformed into a dramatic monster! The Thirteen have yet to admit that they can be a part of our vampire! Me and Takizawa, it's just a relationship we want to take advantage of. All we want to do is work out 'true blood’ to fight the Thirteen Clans! ”

He was almost completely out of breath until he felt the force on his neck fade, when Viscount Fernandis had slowly let go of his palms and allowed Hitachir to breathe.

“The hybrid?” Viscount Fernandis frowned, "No wonder... how long was this Takizawa born and why didn't I remember a thing? ”

"Great ancestors, you've been asleep for almost 350 years, and Takazawa was born 200 years ago, you don't know it's normal," said Thetasir. ”

“Humph!” Viscount Fernandis snorted coldly, "This creature, too, dares to claim to be a family... the Thirteen clans, should clean up these innocent vampire bloodlines! The more you live, the more you go back! ”

The angry Viscount Fernandis waved his hand and a violent airflow broke out, suddenly blowing down a large number of zombies.

Hitachir did not speak, he knew that his ancestor was clearly a fanatical proponent of pedigree… Yet at this moment Viscount Fernandis suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

The perception of the Hitachir of this ancestor's actions is also slight.

Because right now he sees a guy who wants to see him when he comes back - Tutsenyi!

Yes, Tutsenyi is here.

He hid among the many corpses, and it was not until Viscount Fernandis swept them apart and fell to the ground that Tutsenyi stood so prominently.

Still standing in a negative position, looking so grotesque... Tutsenyi slowly came up at this point and said softly: “Hitachir, is this where you depend... the origin of the Fenandis bloodline. ”

“Tutsenyi, don't you think? ”

Thetasir smiled joyfully: "You've lived in a manor for so long, deep beneath it, with the invincible power of my Fernandis family! ”

Instead, he shook his head and began to gauge Viscount Fernandis up and down, and suddenly he said, "Hitachir, can't you see? ”

Thetasir snapped, subconsciously: "What do you see? ”

Tutsenyi sighed, “Hitachir, if it's just for you guys, why should I let these things go, and some of the guys that have been created all these years? ”

Thetasir's face changed slightly, “Are you saying that you and you are fighting... No, how could you possibly know! ”

He looked subconsciously at his ancestors, Viscount Fernandis… and quickly rejected the idea.

Unfortunately, Tutsenyi refused to know the fact that the Fenandis had not yet died - not even the Thirteen.

But Tutsenyi seemed completely reluctant to listen to Hitachir at this time, just looking straight at Viscount Fernandis, he said, "You are powerful, and I can feel that evil power emanating from you… perhaps when you return again, you will soon surpass yourself and become the fourth generation. Or you fell asleep for more than 300 years, actually, for this transformation. ”

Viscount Fernandis was laughing at the moment: "Are you the man in charge of what Thetasir called the True Blood Project? Hand over the true blood and I will give you Fernandis' last name and make you my people. ”

“Unfortunately, I've never had any real blood here.” Massacre shook his head.

Viscount Fernandis coldly said: "No one dares disobey me. ”

Tu Shenyi sneered: "No one? How arrogant is this guy? Fernandis? Have you forgotten that there are thirteen high clans? You're actually... nothing. ”

“Ignorant kid, you've successfully provoked me!” Viscount Fernandis opened his mouth abruptly and made a terrible growl.

The slaughterhouse was fearless, coldly grunting: “You are not the fourth generation! ”

“You know nothing about power!” Viscount Fernandis shook his hand, a raging airflow, and suddenly fired.

The airflow of the orangutan instantly divided into four channels, attacking the left and right upper and lower parts of the slaughter sense respectively. And in the face of these chimpanzees, the slaughter doctrine seems to have no intention of avoiding or resisting.

He just watched quietly, quietly, until at this moment, a huge shadow suddenly appeared in front of him!

Boo--!

The air currents of the four orangutans collided severely with this dark shadow blocked in front of the slaughterhouse, and eventually no one could help but get anybody.

“The werewolf? ”

Only Viscount Fernandis suddenly made a louder roar at this moment - to the point where it hindered his own man!

This is an upright giant werewolf. It's even taller than Viscount Fernandis.

“Not a mere werewolf… a zombie werewolf!” Thetasir panicked at the moment: “Ancestor, be careful, this guy has created a lot of fusion monsters over the years, I'm afraid this zombie werewolf is just one of his works! ”

Viscount Fernandis frowned at this moment: "The fusion of the fae creates a fusion of two species that will not adapt… is this the blood of the Ishel family? ”

“Tutsenyi is the last descendant of the Ishel family, the first descendant of Karen Ishel," said Hitashir. And I doubt he even ‘ate’ his own offspring! ”

“The following offense, Dang!” Viscount Fernandis sprayed a fierce colour in his eyes, "you shameful slayer! ”

“I told you, you're not the fourth generation.” Massacre waved.

Only two heavy voices were heard… on the left and right sides of the first zombie werewolf, at which time two more zombie werewolves of the same stature appeared.

Their eyeballs are cloudy gray and white, and their bodies are dead and defeated... and they are pounding all over Viscount Fernandis in an instant!