A slight chill rushed up the man's back without warning. The man reflexively threw himself to the side and got up on the ground. Inches of black hair sprouted from his body. His sharp nails grew rapidly, and his eyes instantly became cold.
Bullet marks appeared where the man had been a few seconds ago, and the man raised his cold eyes to look at the figure walking from the alley.
"'Blooded Blade' Siwen Brown, say hello," a female voice with a slight smile sounded from there. The woman casually put the gun in her waist and said with a smile, "Although I really hope that we will be the first This meeting can be a little more pleasant, but..."
The woman's voice paused, her sharp claws with inches of white hair blocked the man's sharp claws with inches of black hair, and they met with equally cold eyes.
A little excitement gradually appeared in Agnes's eyes, and a malicious smile quietly rose at the corner of her mouth.
"You are really a satisfying 'prey'." The woman said in a low voice.
"I think your choice is not wise enough." The man said in a slightly hoarse voice.
The two of them stepped back almost at the same time, with red flesh spreading up the man's arm. The man held his hand empty, and the blood-red long knife quickly condensed in his hand, with traces like sharp teeth. Like scratches, the chaotic murmurs spread to the surroundings, seeming to be able to induce mania and impulsiveness in people's hearts.
"Maybe, but we should have done some unwise things, right?" The woman looked at the man's actions, her malicious smile gradually widened, and she cast her eyes on the red long knife in the man's hand, "This He has a really strong appetite for knives.”
Crimson seeds that cannot be observed by others appear in the woman's hands, and a wisp of gray-black mist wraps around them. The woman casually picks off the gray-black mist above, pouring spirituality into it, and the gray-black mist evaporates. , spread all over the woman's body.
Sivan Brown felt a slight sense of darkness emerging from the woman not far away, and a quagmire-like shadow appeared in the bottom of his heart. Silent grief and indescribable pain flowed out, creating a heavy sense of depression in his heart.
The woman smiled and raised her eyebrows, and said in a brisk voice as if to explain: "You create the environment you like, and I will create the environment I like..."
"Fuck." Siwen Brown cursed a curse word in his mouth, and the white-haired shadow appeared in front of him almost instantly. The depression in his heart seemed to be stuck in his throat, and dark thoughts flowed out of him in confusion. thoughts popped up in his mind, making it almost difficult for him to gather his concentration to resist the incoming attack.
He raised his arm and used the long crimson knife to stop the figure coming towards him. The wide-brimmed hat held by the woman at some point touched the blade and immediately burst open. No one could see the crimson seeds coming from the woman's body. It fell from the hand, fell on the red long knife and disappeared.
A bit of crimson spread rapidly from the point of impact until it covered the entire long knife. It seemed to have faded. The traces of sharp teeth almost completely disappeared. The flesh and blood squirmed strangely, and the long knife-like shape completely disappeared. , with red flesh almost covering the man's entire arm.
The woman suddenly took a few steps back, lifted up into the air with her toes, and supported herself on the wall, then she climbed up the high wall beside her.
"It doesn't seem to be slow in taking effect," she looked thoughtfully at the man who used his sharp claws to quickly remove his arm covered in flesh and blood and threw it in the direction where Agnes was. He pulled out the gun from his waist, pointed it at the man's intact left arm and fired a shot, "The combination of appetite and the desire for pleasure brought about by the pursuit of reproduction..."
Siwin Brown rolled to one side in an attempt to avoid the flying bullets. A thumb-sized piece of flesh and blood was taken away, and large burn marks appeared where the flesh and blood disappeared. His eyes gradually turned scarlet.
He raised his head and looked at the woman who was holding a gun and facing him condescendingly. Endless madness was revealed in his eyes.
…
"Ms. Boethia has gone out," the boy said seriously, looking at the Loen boy in front of him who was holding a cane and wearing a neat formal suit. "If you want to find her, please wait until the afternoon."
"Thank you very much." The young man took off his hat and bowed to his chest seriously. He looked at the boy in front of him curiously, with some doubts in his eyes.
"Do you have anything else to do?" the boy frowned and asked.
"Oh," the young man reacted instantly, "if Ms. Boethia comes back, please tell her that Dresser Mandaan hopes to visit her, if she is willing..."
"I will tell her." The boy said directly without waiting for the boy to finish speaking.
A few suppressed moans sounded vaguely in the room, and the boy's tense expression couldn't help but change.
The young man frowned and couldn't help but cast his gaze into the room for a moment, then took it back.
"Need help?" Dreiser hesitated and asked.
"I don't think it's necessary," the boy's face turned cold instantly, and his voice seemed to be filled with frost, "Please come back in the afternoon."
Dreiser said nothing, saluted once more by pressing his chest, turned and left the door.
Anthony, who was waiting not far away, looked at the approaching young man and couldn't help but asked: "That lady..."
"She's out." Dreiser said in a calm voice.
"It was our mistake." Anthony lowered his head and said instantly.
Dreiser shook his head slowly and said nothing. He just frowned and looked thoughtfully at the busy streets in the distance.
…
"Reason and strength." Agnes looked at the werewolf in front of her who had almost completely lost her mind and was covered in black hair, rushing towards her almost crazily. She sighed in a low voice, "and the burst of murderous intent and survival."
She turned sideways to avoid the approaching werewolf, and put some spiritual energy into the newly fully formed flower in her hand that was mixed with blood and pale cold light. The flower shrank rapidly, and a wisp of gray-black mist quietly wrapped around the flower.
The werewolf who had just landed seemed to be extinguished instantly, and turned around in a daze.
Agnes stopped transmitting spirituality to the flowers, and the flowers that had not completely turned into seeds quickly regrown. The confusion on the werewolf not far away quickly disappeared, and the crazy aura locked onto Agnes again.
"Are you targeting me?" Agnes raised her eyebrows, and the malicious smile on her lips became more obvious, "I'm very happy."
She leaned back suddenly, avoiding the sharp claws that almost scratched her face, put one hand on the wall beside her, and jumped directly over the werewolf's head.
