"At his home."
Locke scoffed, gave Layton a warning look, and went back to his room.
That night, Layton, accompanied by a Blood Servant, quietly made his way to the Zhong family under the cover of darkness.
Di Xiu sat in his study, with a gleaming peach wood sword to his right.
The sound of some large creature flying through the wind seemed to be getting closer and closer.
Only one window in the entire house let in light, attracting nocturnal creatures that flew in.
"Crackling and splashing..."
The window shattered, and two figures rushed in. Black and red wings deflected all the flying glass shards, revealing two very handsome people. Vampires always looked very appealing to humans, even now that they were showing their sharp fangs.
Layton spread his wings wildly and laughed maniacally: "Human, I let you escape last time, let's see where you can run this time?"
Di Xiu stood up, casually picked up the peach wood sword, twirled it beautifully, stepped over the broken glass, and looked at them indifferently: "I've been waiting for you."
This reaction was not what Layton expected, but his expression changed slightly, and he asked in a condescending tone, "How did your injury heal?"
He had spent a long time among humans and knew that injuries of that degree could never be healed by human physique and medical standards, unless one was embraced and possessed the powerful healing abilities of vampires.
But he could feel the vibrant heat emanating from the man's body, and the surging blood energy in his veins. Bloodline suppression was ineffective. This guy, whom they had looked down upon, was undoubtedly a genuine human being.
Emperor Xiu didn't waste any more words. He attacked with a talisman in his left hand and a sword in his right. Layton was immediately enraged by his attitude. He formed claws with both hands and went to meet him, but as soon as his claws touched the peach wood sword, green smoke rose from his palms. He immediately flapped his wings and retreated.
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