How to Destroy the White Moonlight Image

Adeline and Vanderbilt are dead.

The two of them, as the elites of the Belmont family and the Yasir family, died like this, and the two of them naturally would not let it go.

In addition, the power of vampires is not as strong as it used to be.

The three major families of vampire hunters have come together to ask for their sins.

"Armand, what are you going to do with this matter?" Brauer leaned on the sofa, posing as a saucy bag, and talked to Armand.

Over there, Armand sat on the windowsill, looking into the distance.

In the rose garden, the slender and delicate little girl was sitting on the swing chair he made for her newly. The pure white gauze skirt on her body fluttered in the wind, revealing a small section of her fair-skinned calf, revealing a delicate warm white in the sun.

"Armand?" Brower did not hear Armand's answer, and immediately called him again.

Armand turned around, turned back, and looked at Brower, obviously dissatisfied with him for disturbing him.

"Armand, did you hear what I said just now? What are you going to do with the three major vampire hunter families? Those are all tough old guys."

Armand said indifferently, "Kill."

Brower's hand on his chin slipped sharply.

Although he knew that Armand might be amazing, he didn't expect him to be so amazing.

Did the three major families of vampire hunters say that killing can be killed? Obviously not.

But Armand said so confidently and expressionlessly, which gave Brower a sense of majesty and majesty, as if the vampire hunters who had threatened their vampire clan for many years were really just a bunch of hot chickens.

"Armand, are you serious?" Brower confirmed: "That group of people can't be killed if they say they are killed. Those old stubborn people in our vampire tribe will definitely jump out against you."

"Oh." Armand looked casual, "Then kill them all."

Brower thought that Armand was crazy, whether the madman understood him.

Why is it so cruel now, opening and closing is killing. It wasn't so violent before.

Brower thought about the past.

Oh, this guy used to like to do it directly, without even a single word of nonsense.

Suddenly, Armand, who was originally lazy, stood up abruptly and smashed the glass on the window with his body.

Brower couldn't dodge in time, and his face was scratched by the flying glass fragments.

Ah, his beautiful face!

Covering his beautiful face, Brower scolded and stamped his feet, "Armand, what are you doing!"

Armand's tall and slender body jumped out of the window and jumped into the rose garden along with the flying glass fragments.

And as a large piece of glass shattered, the little girl who was originally naive and simply sitting on the swing disappeared in an instant.

In its place was a sea of ​​silent flowers. Leaving a swing alone drifting in the wind.

Brower followed Armand and appeared in the rose garden. He looked at the empty swing with a look of astonishment, "What's the matter? Didn't you see someone from the window just now?"

"Fake." Armand frowned, his whole person showing a rare anxiety.

It was an illusion.

Brower froze and said, "Who did it?"

Armand narrowed his eyes, discerning by the smell lingering in the air, "Nicholas."

Nicholas Dracula. The illegitimate son of the Dracula family.

This man has never dealt with Armand.

After all, this Nicholas is also a pure-blood nobleman, but his status is low, and he is not comparable to a vampire of orthodox origin like Armand.

But the Dracula family is withered. If Nicholas is lucky enough to kill Armand, then he can justifiably sit in Armand's position and become the successor of the Dracula family.

So over the years, this Nicholas never gave up to bring down Armand.

"Is this a cheap trick from Nicholas? Where will the small bait be taken by him?" Brower paced anxiously.

Armand's originally calm face showed a ruthless expression, and those azure blue eyes instantly filled with blood, and the color was darker than ever.

Brower was frightened by the way Armand looked.

"Armand, are you all right?"

From the beginning of the acquaintance, Brower had never seen Armand like this. He was always lazy, like a non-aggressive beast.

But those who knew him knew what a terrifying existence Armand was.

"Armand, don't be impulsive." Brauer shook his body to stop Armand who was in a state of rage, "Nicholas came with a plan, we can't just bump into it like this, at least we have to think about it in the long run. Besides, he's doing things right now. , I must have known that the vampire hunters would also have trouble with us, so they wanted to fish in troubled waters..."

"Go away."

But obviously, Brauer said so much, and Armand didn't listen at all.

His eyes had turned a deep crimson red. It's like burning a fire.

His rulia can only be his.

Others touch and die.

…

When Su Baiyue woke up, she found herself lying in an unfamiliar place.

There was a man standing in front of her. The man's face was hidden in the dark, and he was wearing a cloak, so he couldn't see clearly.

Su Baiyue heard him call her, "Rulia."

She blinked, her hands on the bed tightening secretly. The other hand also subconsciously clenched the silver cross hanging on his chest.

"So you are Ruelia." The man's voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows.

He took two steps towards her, "You smell really good."

After speaking, he took a few deep breaths into the air. The action is wretched and perverted.

Su Baiyue shivered all over because of his actions, and felt a little disgusted.

"You've been marked by him? No, no. It was only a temporary mark. You haven't been in bed yet? Armand is a waste."

After the man finished talking to himself, Su Baiyue saw him stretch out a hand and lift the cloak over his head.

Under the light, the man's face fell into Su Baiyue's eyes very clearly.

She almost blurted out "Armand". But obviously, this man is not Armand.

He doesn't have the innate elegance and aristocratic temperament of Armand. He is more like a street vendor. At this moment, he is staring at her with those shrewd eyes, as if he is staring at the most delicious piece of meat. .

Little Rou Rou Su Baiyue began to shiver.

嘤嘤嘤, Mama, she was kidnapped by a pervert!

"Rouria, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Nicholas sat on the wooden back chair by the bed, his body was very thin, even thinner than Armand's.

Su Baiyue could see that his skin was not as fair and delicate as normal vampires. Instead, it shows the same folds as old bark.

When Nicholas noticed Su Baiyue's gaze, he smiled in his hoarse voice, then took out a blood-red bottle from the bedside table, and drank the contents in a few gulps.

His skin quickly swelled and plumped at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a reborn old man returning to his youthful state.

"Well, do I look exactly like Armand?"

There was a thick smell of blood in the air, and after drinking the blood, Nicholas really looked more like Armand.

If there were only five or six points before, now there are seven or eight points.

"When Armand comes over, I will negotiate the terms with him. See if he wants to be the heir to the Dracula family, or he wants to be your little bait."

Su Baiyue understood the man's intention.

He wants to exchange himself with Armand for the inheritance of the Dracula family.

And Su Baiyue also guessed the identity of this man.

He should be the illegitimate son of the Dracula family in the original book, Armand's half-brother Nicholas Dracula.

As a vampire who wants to be recognized by the Dracula family and master the right of inheritance, Nicholas is suppressed and trampled by Armand everywhere, but he has an unyielding heart.

It is simply a typical representative of the disabled.

I don't know why, but after knowing Nicholas' identity, Su Baiyue felt pity for him inexplicably.

Because she remembered that Nicholas's ending seemed rather tragic.

Hmm... It seems that he was beaten to a pulp by Armand?

That is the real meat puree, which is more delicate, round and shiny than the meat grinder.

But shouldn't this Nicholas catch Adeline? Why arrest her?

Now Su Baiyue doesn't know that Adeline, as the heroine of this book, is actually dead.

"Rollia, let's do something happy." Nicholas stood up suddenly and started to undress.

His body was very thin, completely different from Armand's tall and slender type, a scrawny one. There is absolutely no beauty.

Su Baiyue, whose thoughts had long been impure, immediately shook her head in horror, and swung her body back.

She doesn't need to be happy!

"I also want to taste what Armand's bait is like." Nicholas' eyes burst with disgusting desire.

His sticky eyes fell on Su Baiyue.

The slender beauty, wearing a white gauze dress like a little fairy, is well-behaved and pure white, like the cleanest cloud in the sky. Nicholas could never imagine that a person like Armand would look at such a weak little thing that could die with a pinch.

There's no such thing as a vampire hunter in something like this.

Oh no, there are still.

Her blood is a rare delicacy in the world.

Simply the best of vampire hunters.