Ming An laughed easily again, but his laughter was cold. "Do you think any other man is qualified to get Feng Guang pregnant?"
That's very arrogant.
Mo Feng suppressed his gossipy impulse and steered the conversation back to the main topic, "I wonder if Mr. Ming'an can agree to the two conditions I just mentioned? As long as you can agree to these two conditions, I think the Hunter Association and our Senate will not make things difficult for you."
"Trying to make things difficult for me?" Ming An chuckled leisurely. "The Dean probably doesn't know that the Hunter Association has already been disbanded."
Mo Feng's expression changed. "What did you say?"
"Almost everyone in the association is dead, so the association naturally disbanded."
"That's impossible!"
“What’s impossible? Things that have been used up should naturally be disposed of.” Ming An raised his lips. “Just like the Senate.”
As he finished speaking, a sound of blood gushing out of a human body and bursting was suddenly heard.
Blood scattered in the air like fireworks, and a drop of blood landed on Mo Feng's face. The old man raised his hand to touch the cold liquid on his face, and sat stiffly in the chair, not moving for a long time.
His wide-open eyes were filled with only a pervasive bloodlust.
Ming An leaned back slightly in his chair, crossed his hands over his stomach, and said in a lazy yet elegant manner, "Did you enjoy this performance?"
"This is...this is Yan Luo's talent..." Mo Feng was indeed Mo Feng. Even though he had witnessed his colleagues, with whom he had lived for hundreds of years, die instantly from blood bursting out of their bodies, he was still able to force himself to remain calm in this room filled with the smell of blood.
Or perhaps he had a gut feeling that from the moment this man walked in, he couldn't escape.
Ming An kindly corrected him, "Manipulating blood is not Yan Luo's talent; to be precise, it is a talent that I bestowed upon her."
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Mo Feng, don't you have eyes that can see through everything? Today I will allow you to peek into my past."
Mo Feng stared into Ming An's eyes, which had turned eerily green once again. He felt a sense of panic, because he hadn't actively used his talent, yet his abilities were no longer under his control. Soon, what he saw in Ming An's eyes about the past filled him with even greater terror.
Three hundred years ago, during that baptismal massacre, he took out a black scythe of death... More than a decade later, he came to Osiris under the identity of Ming An.
Six hundred years ago, he successfully seduced Yan Luo, who was still a young girl at the time, by posing as Osiris. Yan Luo assassinated countless purebloods for this, but one day he brought her to justice as a vampire hunter. At that time, he was called Wen Xian.
Nine hundred years ago, after the great Osiris destroyed himself at Tobias's grave, a man was born in the darkness. He had the appearance of Osiris, but also half of Tobias's soul. He was a combination of the blood of Osiris and Tobias, as evidenced by the black dividing line on his body. At that time, he had no name.
Being caught in the rapid flow of time is extremely mentally taxing, let alone such a large span of time.
Mo Feng's body could no longer support him as he withdrew from the historical images. He clutched his chest, coughed violently, and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then he discovered that he had gone blind.
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