Made of stone
The flames that belonged to Pani's ability were difficult to extinguish, let alone the red flames that were used by the life-saving badge, which was even more impossible to extinguish. Bartholomew knew this very well, and he immediately attacked Fan Liye in anger.
The hand that was pinching his neck was so strong that Fan Liye felt suffocated instantly. He raised his hand and hit the other person in the face. Bartholomew felt pain and let go of his neck and took a few steps back.
In his rage, he forgot who he was facing and quickly rushed in front of Fan Liye, crossed his arms, and his fingertips quickly slashed across the other's body. Fan Liye reacted immediately and took a step back to avoid it, but the red flames burned very quickly, limiting his range of movement and making it impossible to retreat.
Burned by the red flame, Fan Liye immediately understood his situation and raised his arm to block Bartholomew's attack. However, the opponent was a vampire, and his fingertips were like sharp blades, directly slicing his arm. Blood splattered, and the pain immediately hit him, making him frown.
The flames grew larger and larger, and the area they could move in became smaller and smaller. If they didn't leave now, they would be surrounded and unable to leave. This was Pani's ability, and it could cause injuries. Both he and Bartholomew could be burned to death here.
He just wanted to destroy the collection room, but he didn't think of killing Bartholomew.
However, the enraged Bartholomew didn't seem to have thought of this. After dodging his attack, Fan Liye immediately raised his leg and kicked the opponent in the abdomen, directly kicking him out of the room. Seeing the flames getting more and more intense, he gritted his teeth and rushed out. Before he could stand firm, a hand immediately appeared in front of him.
There was a huge cut on his neck, and he could feel the blood flowing out. You can imagine how deep the wound was.
Bartholomew had some burns on his body, but the other party ignored the wounds and attacked him angrily. In contrast, Fan Liye was completely unharmed by the red flames. He could only feel the heat, but it didn't cause any damage, which made him a little confused.
He quickly dodged Bartholomew's attack. Although the other party was injured, he was covered in blood and looked more seriously injured. In fact, his wounds could heal, but the other party's could not.
Although it hurts.
Fan Liye covered the wound on his neck with one hand and held the scepter in the other hand to block Bartholomew's attack. It seemed that the fight would not end until the other party was knocked unconscious or Pani came back.
Since attacks between vampires will not cause injuries, let's take advantage of this.
Fan Liye stood there watching Bartholomew attack him. The opponent's arm immediately pierced through his abdomen. He couldn't help but frown. If he didn't dodge, the pureblood's strength would be so great that it could directly penetrate his body.
Just as Fan Liye was about to hit Bartholomew's head with his scepter, a roar came from the distance: "Bartholomew!!"
Bartholomew, upon hearing the sound, immediately withdrew his hand and stood aside quietly, as if regaining his sanity. Pani quickly arrived in front of Fan Liye and punched Bartholomew in the head. Fan Liye could even see the other man's neck break, and a crisp sound of bone cracking was heard.
Fan Liye was a little surprised. Pani rarely got angry and rarely fought in front of him. Even when he had just been assimilated and he wanted to take him away, and they fought each other, Pani had never been so violent.
Bartholomew was a pureblood, and his healing ability was stronger than Fan Liye's. He quickly healed the bones in his neck and knelt down before Pani, "Master."
Fan Liye, who was still very weak because he had not sucked human blood, was still healing the wounds on his neck and abdomen.
Pani didn't pay much attention to Bartholomew. He looked at Fan Liye worriedly, grabbed his shoulders with both hands and asked, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Although Fan Liye is covered in blood and looks scary, you also have to look at the happy red flames burning behind him.
"Can you put it out?" Fan Liye reminded. He wanted to burn down the collection room, but he didn't think of burning down the entire castle and leaving Pani homeless.
Pani then looked at the red flame behind Fan Liye, and then at the scepter in Fan Liye's hand: "...I will try my best."
Pani let Fan Liye heal his wound first, while he walked over to the red flame and reached out to retract it. The flame touched his fingertips, quickly eroding his skin. Pani frowned as the red flame slowly shrank until it disappeared.
When it was over, Pani gasped for breath, having let it shut him out long ago.
Pani quickly looked at Fan Liye again. The wound on his neck had healed, leaving only the wound on his abdomen. He immediately went forward to show concern, but the healing ability depended on the person, so he had no other choice but to ask anxiously, "Does it hurt? Are there any other injuries?"
Fan Liye shook his head. The red flame did not cause any harm to him, and the other wounds could heal. In short, he was not injured.
Pani finally breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Bartholomew angrily, his voice much colder: "Bartholomew, did I ever tell you that you will be punished for attacking the young gentleman?"
"Master, he burned your artwork!" Bartholomew said immediately.
Pani slapped Bartholomew in the face, causing him to spit out blood. "You shouldn't hurt the young master. This is the most important thing! Get out of here. I'll deal with you later. Get out of here now."
Bartholomew obeyed and left, and then Pani looked at Fan Liye.
Fan Liye narrowed his eyes and noticed the injury on Pani's hand. Before Pani could say anything, he asked, "What's wrong with the injury on your hand? Can your own ability hurt yourself?"
Pani was stunned for a moment, put his injured hand behind his back, and smiled: "Normally not. Let's not talk about this for now. Is the young master unhappy? Why would he burn this room with red flames?"
Fan Liye healed his wound and said calmly, "You can go in and see what room it is, then come and talk to me."
"I know. I used to collect some artworks." Pani didn't get angry, but smiled instead. "Now it seems that there is nothing left."
Fan Liye was a little surprised: "You're not angry?"
"They're just some insignificant items, not worth mentioning, not even close to what Little Master can do." Pani said seriously, "Because getting angry at Little Master for these things is extremely foolish."
Hearing this, Fan Liye was a little stunned, a little confused: "Don't you value these things the most? Now they are all destroyed, aren't you angry?"
Those things were kept very well and spotlessly clean. It was obvious that they were carefully protected. It was impossible to say that they were not important.
"They were indeed important before I met you, but now you are the most important. I haven't entered this room for a long time since I met you." Tiffany said, "You are the one I value most, there is no doubt about that, and I can guarantee that it will only be you in the future."
"What are you talking about?" Fan Liye frowned.
"I don't know, but I want to say this." Tiffany's eyes were sincere. "I'm expressing your importance. I don't regard you as an object, nor do I think you are a perfect work of art. I only know that I think you are important now, and I think I will still think you are important in the future."
Fan Liye's frown deepened. What on earth was this guy doing? To express his importance? Why was he using all these extra words? It sounded so strange.
Was he hoping to get him to forgive him? Absolutely impossible. The pain he had experienced could not be erased, so how could he possibly forgive him?
So it is really hard to understand why he says so many strange things.
"Oh, I see. It's boring." Fan Liye said a few words casually, turned around and left.
I thought this would make Tiffany angry, but it didn't happen at all. It was so boring.
Pani didn't expect Fan Liye's attitude to be so cold. He felt deeply uncomfortable, but the other party left too quickly and there was nothing he could do.
How cruel, little sir, are the blood hunters' hearts made of stone?
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