100 Ways to Get the Male God - Chapter 1213

[Chapter 1213 Modern Blood Race (53) End]

[Special: Anrolios]

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“You’ll meet someone.”

said the old priest tremblingly.

Thousands of years ago, the demon blood race believed in the idea of killing first. Outside the church were flying bats. The sky was dark and gloomy. Women were crying in the corner with their children in their arms. , polite, and bloody rude.

Rivers of blood had flowed in the church, the corpses fell on rows of holy-colored chairs, and the faithful opened their turbid eyes like stiff sculptures.

The little vampire, who was only 600 years old, walked slowly to the front.

In the frescoes on the dome of the church, angels look down at all beings tenderly, but there are corpses everywhere.

The child’s silver hair refracted the light from the dome, and the wine-red eyes seemed to be in a luminous cup.

The priest looked at him pitifully.

The little blood clan came to the front, tilted his head and looked at him lightly, “Do you seem to have something to say to me?”

He casually stepped onto the chair in front of him, jumped onto the table, and sat in the front row so slowly, his legs dangling under the table, like a beautiful and well-behaved child, coming to the church to listen to the priest’s prayer.

The priest stared into his eyes: “Child, you don’t want to kill.”

“Why?” Anrolios narrowed his eyes.

“Because…if you kill someone, you will regret it, and you will not know how to make up for it. Every time you think about it, you will be in pain.”

“why?”

“Because you’ll meet someone.”

said the old priest tremblingly.

Anlorius’ burgundy pupils stared at him for a moment, pursed his lips boringly, and jumped off the table.

He walked towards the door slowly, and waved lazily at the priest behind him, “I’m too lazy to kill you.”

He didn’t kill.

Anrolios always thought that he was really too lazy to kill. He was only 600 years old at the time, a small group, how could he understand the meaning of the priest.

However, in the long years that followed, he was sealed in the dark tomb by the secret party together. He occasionally woke up and stared at the coffin lid boringly, so bored that he wanted to bite himself twice and let the blood determine whether he was still alive.

at that moment……

Suddenly he remembered what the priest said.

“Meet someone.”

Who do you meet? what kind of person?

He closed his eyes and thought slowly, that he had spent so much time slowly relying on this weak and worthless expectation. He began to wonder why meeting that person made him willing to let go of the killing?

Back then, I didn’t ask the old priest in the church because I wasn’t curious about those words at all. But when he became curious, it was impossible to ask again.

Besides, by the time he leaves the seal, that priest may have long since disappeared in the changing dynasty.

Maybe only when he meets that person can he meet this expectation and solve these strange problems.

——

So, he finally met.

He heard the sound of the door being opened, followed by the footsteps of someone entering, getting closer.

A second ago, his mind was thinking casually, should he turn the incoming person into a slave, or just kill him. He remembered the photo he had just seen. The owner of the house was a girl with black eyes.

But those eyes were not attractive.

He calmly looked at the person who walked in, met those black eyes, he froze for a moment, and pursed his lips:

“Sister… is it you who saved me?”