100 Ways to Get the Male God - Chapter 1173

[Chapter 1173 Modern Blood Race (12)]

He took out a folded card from the pocket of his coat, unfolded it, and handed it over with a small, pale hand.

The man in black respectfully stepped forward to check it, but when he saw the content, his eyes almost popped out.

It was a photo. The girl in the photo had black hair and black eyes. There were some marks in the corners of the photo, which were obviously torn from the photo frame.

The man in black thought he might be sleepwalking.

He cautiously looked up at the Demon King.

Anluolius lowered his head, his long black eyelashes drooped, and there was no expression on his small white face. He said in a light voice, “Check her identity.”

After a pause, he raised his head, his dark eyes narrowed again, “And… where is she now.”

“Yes.”

The man in black took the photo respectfully.

Another man stepped forward, bent over and handed a box containing a vial containing several pills.

“Your Majesty, this is a medicine that can unblock power. You explained it to us before. Take one pill at a time, and the duration can reach three hours.”

Anlorius raised his hand to take the vial, and poured out one with his eyes lowered, “Three hours?”

“Yes.”

Anrolios didn’t speak any more, his fair little hand threw one between his lips, and then took the water with a disposable water cup, his delicate little brows frowned slightly.

A black and eerie mist floated up, and a few bats with delicate bone wings flew in from the window and surrounded the beautiful child until they covered his indifferent expression. The mist gradually expanded and finally became slender.

The people in black knelt on the ground one after another, not daring to move, bowing their heads to welcome the adult form of the Demon King.

The mist turned into clothes that surrounded the slender body, wrapped around the slender calves, beautiful shoulder lines, and turned into a retro-style collar under the white neck, with a graceful chin upwards, and a pair of wine red pupils.

The red and sexy thin lips were slightly hooked, and the silver-haired and red-eyed vampire curled his lips and smiled happily. The little bat hung upside down, unfolded its devilishly beautiful and evil bone wings, and reverently hugged his fair and slender fingertips.

“Your Majesty.” The men in black lowered their heads even lower, and no one dared to look up into the boy’s eyes.

The man in black who walked in from the outside also knelt down and said in a low voice, “Your Majesty, her name is No. 023. She is an agent of the Secret Service, disguised as Feichu, and is currently at the Wharton reception, performing a mission. .”

Anrolios raised his hand, the bat flew away from his fingertips obediently, and took the photo with his long, fair fingers. He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl, “A reception?”

“Agents often perform missions. This time, No. 023 has a temporary disguise. He is the service staff of the reception and wants to obtain information from one of the guests.”

The man in black answered quickly.

Although they didn’t understand why the first thing His Majesty woke up was to find a human girl.

Anluolis didn’t intend to explain, he lowered his eyes and put away the photo lazily, “Let’s go…”

Dare to throw him here…

In the vampire’s wine-red eyes, displeasure flashed past, and then he pursed his red and thin lips with a cold expression.

…

At this time, at the reception, Yu Chu was about to yawn bored.

She was wearing the uniform of a waiter, walking with the tray in perfect manner, and at the same time paying attention to the target on the other side of the dance floor, a bald middle-aged man.

The Wharton reception is a representative of the upper class, and those who can enter here are either rich or expensive.

He is said to have a string of codes in his hands and control a dangerous arsenal of weapons.