Outside the castle, a field of flaming red roses suddenly appeared, and the fragrance of the roses drifted away with the night wind.
The heel stepped on Parodo's shoulder, "Kill all the blood hunters, just you? A prince of the lowest rank."
"You dare to call yourselves vampires?"
Parodo felt pain in his shoulder and trembled, not daring to speak.
The Mary Jane shoe stepped on the ground, the queen turned around, and a drop of bright red blood fell. The blood sank into the soil, and the scent of the rose became more intense.
"Get out of the Forbidden Forest. You are disturbing me."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The vampire turned into a bat and fled.
Parodo wanted to leave, but found himself unable to move. He lowered his head and the hem of his skirt came into view.
"look up."
"……yes."
"Who gave you permission to bury the coffin outside my castle?"
Parodo opened his mouth and said, "Please punish me, Queen."
"Then... use your blood as nourishment for my baby." As she finished her words, the thorns pierced Parodo's skin and dragged him deeper into the rose bush.
“Ah!!!” a miserable cry was heard.
The crows deep in the woods were startled and flew away.
The dark red figure disappeared on the spot.
Morris pushed aside the weeds covering his body, and just as he looked up, he was met with a pair of blood-red eyes as clear as glass. She had a cold and beautiful face, bright red lips, and a very fair complexion, but not as pale and sickly as other vampires.
He subconsciously pointed the silver gun in his hand at her heart and pressed his finger on the trigger.
The queen leaned over, the muzzle of the gun against her chest, and lifted his chin with her slender fingers. A dark red flashed in her eyes as she looked at him, "Blood Hunter?"
The silver hunter combat uniform and the iconic silver pistol all reveal his identity.
But, it smelled so good... the smell of blood that she longed for so much.
Some people's blood actually smells fragrant.
The touch was slightly cool, and the fingers pinching his chin tightened. The oppressive feeling of the vampire king climbed up his nerves. Morris lay in the haystack, looking carefree, without any fear at all, "Suck..."
After a pause, he said, "The Queen of the Blood Clan, Navina?"
Navina's eyes slid across his face and rested on his neck, her fingers pressing on his artery.
The red nails grew longer and dug into his skin with a little force. Navina raised her eyes and stared into his eyes again. "It seems that you have learned the history of the Hunter Association very well and you still remember my name."
There was a slight sting on her neck. Morris pressed the hand holding the pistol against her chest. His eyes were evil and his fingers went to her waist. "Queen, if you push harder, I will pull the trigger."
Her cold fingers grasped the silver pistol, her expression unchanged, a blood mist rising behind her, "Your holy water can't kill me, so why do you think bullets can kill me?"
She pulled away the nails that had dug into his skin and just pressed her fingertips against his neck, "Why don't you shoot, Hunter?"
Morris let go of the pistol, held her wrist, and suppressed her abnormal heartbeat. "The Queen wants to drink my blood?"
He saw the desire for blood in her eyes.
Navina frowned slightly, let go of the pistol, and it fell to the ground. The blood mist pushed Morris away. She stood up and turned to walk towards the castle deep in the rose bushes.
"Get out of the Forbidden Forest and I won't kill you."
A blood-red bat landed on a branch, its scarlet eyes gleaming with ferocity, staring intently.
The castle door opened and closed, and she was no longer seen.
Morris raised his hand and touched his neck. The stinging sensation disappeared, as if the pain just now was just an illusion.
Wanjiezhu coughed, "Host, she is the target of the mission."
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