The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight shone through the half-closed curtains, casting patches of light into the house.
Song Jiao was wearing a fiery red dress and sitting quietly on the sofa, like a blooming red rose blooming alone in the night.
Her eyes were deep, revealing an indescribable majesty.
After all, it’s good to have someone to run errands. At least you don’t have to do everything yourself.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Shangguan Ming rushed in like the wind. His figure was looming in the light, exuding a mysterious aura.
He held a figure tightly in his hand, quickly brought the person in front of Song Jiao, and then kicked the person to his knees on the ground.
"Don't call me the First Ancestor, call me Queen."
Shangguan Ming's face was filled with a flattering smile, and his eyes were fixed on Song Jiao, as if waiting for her approval.
In fact, he wanted to ask Song Jiao more whether he was becoming more and more reliable.
Song Jiao raised her head slightly, her bright eyes staring directly at the person kneeling on the ground. Her voice was cold and low: "What agreement did the Fei family reach with the Vampire Hunter Association?"
"I know nothing!" The man's face suddenly changed, as if the secret in his heart was touched.
He tried to struggle and wanted to end his life directly, but found that his body was as if nailed down and unable to move.
The fear in his eyes spread silently like a ghost in the dark night.
Song Jiao sneered, "Want to die? You should ask the blood in your body if it agrees."
Why is the Ancestor called the Ancestor? Of course, because he can surpass the bloodlines of all vampires.
Song Jiao gently pointed, and like a magician, she lifted the seal on the man. "Tell me, what agreement did you reach with the hunter?"
He spoke tremblingly, "The Hunters have reached a deal with us. As long as we can control you and make you disappear, they will guarantee that there will only be the Fei family and no other vampires."
Shangguan Ming widened his eyes in astonishment, his heart filled with shock and betrayal.
It’s a good thing that he has such a good relationship with Fei Yuxuan, running around every day to deal with various things.
He and his brother are very close, but his brother is actually playing tricks on him?
It’s fine if you’re just playing tricks on him, but you actually clicked on all the heads in his house?
Even in ancient times, no one played like him.
After the man finished speaking those words tremblingly, he seemed to realize his slip of the tongue. A trace of panic flashed across his face. He was about to deny it, but it was too late.
Shangguan Ming's fist came like a gust of wind, hitting him hard in the face, and then, the fists fell as densely as raindrops.
Shangguan Ming was extremely angry at this moment. His eyes were flashing with rage, as if he wanted to vent all his betrayal and anger on this person.
"I'm so close to Fei Yuxuan, your Fei family is so shameless!"
In a short while, the man was beaten half to death and collapsed on the ground.
But Shangguan Ming seemed unsatisfied and kicked him a few more times.
Song Jiao still sat quietly on the sofa, looking at Shangguan Ming's anger with an almost playful look.
There was no ripple in her heart, as if all this had nothing to do with her.
Suddenly she thought of something and talked to Tuanzi in her heart.
"Tuanzi, didn't you say before that the death of the hero would cause the world to collapse?" Song Jiao suddenly asked, "Why is it that after Fei Yuxuan died this time, the world seems to be running on its own?"
Tuanzi smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and replied, "Could it be that this world no longer recognizes the male protagonist?"
It carefully observed Song Jiao's reaction, fearing that it would say something wrong.
Tuanzi smiled awkwardly, "Could it be that this world no longer recognizes the male protagonist?"
That's because he's afraid that you can kill the male and female protagonists instantly. Shen Hao deliberately set these rules. The so-called destruction of the world is nothing more than a restart of the world.
Song Jiao almost guessed what the reason was, but she didn't say it out loud.
The night was as dark as ink. Shangguan Ming carried the dying man, jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the vast night.
The house returned to silence, with only Song Jiao standing alone in the empty room.
Her figure flashed and turned into a black bat. As her wings flapped, she disappeared into the night.
In the night, Song Jiao transformed into a black bat, drawing an elegant arc in the air, and finally landed in front of the vampire hunter's headquarters.
She regained her human form, opened the door, and walked in. As soon as she entered, she felt a solemn and murderous atmosphere.
Countless hunters were on high alert, staring at her vigilantly, as if she were a dangerous invader.
However, Song Jiao was not afraid at all. She looked around and found a comfortable place to sit down.
Her red dress looked even more gorgeous and dazzling under the light, like a blooming red rose in the dark night.
She waved her hand gently and said with a smile: "Don't be so serious, I just came to chat with you."
Ke Honghe looked at Song Jiao with a gloomy expression, his eyes full of hostility.
He said in a deep voice, "Ancestor, you come to our headquarters so brazenly. Do you really not take us seriously?"
There was a threatening tone in his voice, as if he was ready to attack at any moment.
However, Song Jiao only chuckled. She raised her head, looked directly into Ke Honghe's eyes, and said slowly, "Don't I take you seriously? Why should I take you seriously?"
"I remember a long time ago, after the vampires and hunters reached an agreement, it was about maintaining balance."
Song Jiao paused and looked, her eyes turned red. Everyone's weapons fell to the ground, including Ke Honghe's weapon.
"But now you want to use the Fei family's hand to complete the elimination of vampires. Isn't that a bit too much?"
In an instant, everyone was pressed to their knees on the ground by a powerful force. She just remembered that this was the world she entered thousands of years ago, and she was the creator of the rules of this world.
Now a group of little guys are holding the weapons she made and want to wipe out the entire vampire clan. It is indeed a bit too kind.
Ke Honghe's eyes were fixed on the weapons scattered on the ground, his pupils slightly dilated, revealing deep astonishment and uneasiness.
These weapons, which were originally regarded as the lifeline by the hunters, now seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force. They fell from the hunters' hands and scattered helplessly on the ground.
For Ke Honghe, this scene was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.
He realized that the Song Jiao in front of him was no ordinary ancestor, but the true king of the vampire clan—the mysterious being who could control all hunters' weapons.
This unprecedented feeling of oppression made Ke Honghe feel suffocated.
He understood that the hunter had completely lost the chance of winning.
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