“You.…..” An unknown emotion surged up in Osmund’s heart, as if his throat had been blocked with cotton wool.
Vampire.
How could she beco a vampire?! If she becos a vampire, her temperature, her breath, her heartbeat, all of these will disappear. Osmund still rembers the feeling of embracing her for the first ti, like a small warm stove that can provide him with the temperature he wants, as if she had shared her body temperature with him, and he was alive like her. Her limbs were soft, like high-quality velvet, easily crumbled by him in her arms.
But now, this feeling has all been destroyed by one person.
She said they could never hurt her again, which sounded like a sigh of relief, but no, Osmund knew it wasn’t. She hated vampires so much! Wherever there is a possibility, she will not choose to beco a vampire, beco their kind.
No matter how high they claim to be, at this mont, Osmund couldn’t help but admit that in her eyes, vampires were legendary people cursed by God. They fell into darkness and were only worthy to live in the dark. Even if they could easily threaten her life, they were just a pile of garbage in the dark corner.
She hates everything they do to her.
So, she was.……forced.
The telepathy between twins reached unprecedented unity at this mont.
Just as not long ago, after learning that Wen Ying had called his na at a dangerous mont, Oswald felt his younger brother’s “jealousy”. At that mont, Oswald was also able to perceive Osmund’s thoughts and thoughts.
Wen Ying opened her mouth and was about to say sothing more when she suddenly heard a muffled snort from fresno in front of her. His unsteady figure swayed aside, revealing Oswald behind him, his indifferent expression, and the sharp armor dripping with blood.
Wen Ying felt suffocation.
Oswald’s aura changes so clearly. If their energy fluctuations had just caused the curtains to flip, then now the floor tiles embedded in the bathroom were cracking, and cracks appeared one after another on the powdery walls. In his eyes, there seed to be swirling turbulence, unable to restrain his violent desire, and his pupils showed a dark red color consistent with that of Osmund.
Under such strong pressure, Wen Ying could only desperately suppress the palpitations in her heart and try to breathe.
When she was still a human, she didn’t have much feeling about the suppression of rank, but after becoming a vampire, the pressure caused by rank went hand in hand. Why vampires advocate pure bloodline is because the purer the bloodline, the stronger the magic, even if they don’t do anything, they are naturally able to crush people.
Frenaud is not his opponent.
Not to ntion the difference caused by the rank, he had just completed his initial embrace and a portion of his body’s blood was drained, which was the mont when his strength sharply decreased. However, in just the blink of an eye, Oswald had already caused countless wounds on his body, with skin and flesh splitting, and the deepest part was almost visible with bones and internal organs.
“The blood of a lowly and dirty thief……” he lowered his gaze and sneered disdainfully, not waiting for Frenaud to climb up from the ground. His cold and fierce attack roared once again!
In the next mont, Wen Ying pounced in front of Frenaud!
“Stop it!”
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