The apex pet of the sick lady

Chapter 138 Gold Medal Hunter VS Blood Earl (9)

That vampire has huge wings, the feathers are pitch black, and it is really beautiful, and the face that has closed its eyes and has fallen into a deep sleep forever is also extremely handsome.

A handsome face and pitch-black wings are all symbols of the blood race. The stronger this symbol appears on a certain body, the purer its bloodline.

This is undoubtedly a three-generation blood family.

Fable walked out of the dark forest slowly, and came to Guangmingthorn's side, his hands, which were as beautiful as works of art, were still wrapped in bandages.

The injuries on her body are always about to heal, and then they will return to the original, or even more serious injuries.

A strong fishy-sweet smell seeped out from the wound in the bandage.

Fable pulls out the light thorn.

The man on the ground, starting from his fingertips, hair, hands and feet, turned into fiery red ashes little by little, and the wind blew and floated in all directions.

The light thorns that left the blood race's body lost their golden light, and at that moment, the woman's dark eyes also seemed to be the night when the setting sun had faded away.

Thin cool, cold and silent.

The forest returned to darkness and silence.

The moment the bright thorns shone brightly, Jing Fei saw the unwavering indifference like a machine that was also illuminated in the woman's eyes.

Jing Fei stared blankly at the woman's slender figure standing in the dark night, and her eyes gradually became blurred.

It seems that there was once such a picture.

The dark night, the golden light, the tall and straight figure of a woman, her indifferent eyes...

Fable turned to look at the entrance of the tavern. The boy who stood there for a while came out, "Wake up."

Jing Fei came back to his senses suddenly, looked into Fable's eyes, there were messy stars in the bewitching red pupils, and slowly calmed down.

"Ah."

...

Back in the room, Jing Fei sat down on the bed.

The bed was made of wood from the forest, and the four corners were supported by tall wooden stakes, much higher than ordinary beds.

At the very least, the tall Jing Fei couldn't touch the ground with his feet, he was shaking his feet, and the indifferent boy's breath was unusually simple at this time, as if he was just a young and pure boy with no burden.

He looked at the fable and asked, "You did what I fell asleep?"

Fable was silent for a moment, then nodded, "No."

Jing Fei: ...

Nodding again, denying again, what kind of answer is this?
Fable is still sitting by the window, with a small square table in front of him, with miscellaneous potions on it, "The tomato in the wine has a sleep-promoting effect."

"The werewolf said that this wine is not for sale." Jing Fei got off the bed and sat down opposite Fable.

Because the table was small and the distance between the two of them was very close, he could clearly see the thick eyelashes, dark eyes, and silver hair of the woman opposite him, which seemed to be shining brightly under the moonlight.

Bruch also had silver hair, a bit grayer than hers.

Jing Fei remembered that she once thought that silver hair was the ugliest in the world.

But when he saw this woman for the first time that night, he felt: Fortunately, it's not that bad.

Jing Fei stared at Fable, his right eye was not blocked by long hair, the moonlight shone from the side of his silver pupils, those eyes were clear and flowing, like glass without a trace of impurities.

He asked: "This wine is not for sale, but he sold it to me."

The fable is silent.

Jing Fei stared at her face, hiding his guard in the depths of his eyes. In fact, he didn't doubt her very much in his heart, but the suspicious habit had already been buried in his bones.

The fable never said anything, lowered his eyelashes, finally seemed unable to bear his gaze, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and changed the subject, "Do you still want news about the Holy Grail?"

Jing Fei was taken aback for a moment, slightly pursed her tender crimson lips, and did not speak.

"There is no news of the Holy Grail here." Fable told him directly, "The Holy Grail is in the hands of your blood race."

Jing Fei paused slightly, "How do you know? Could it be that you..." Is it really the legacy of the Karl family?
wrong.

Before the words were uttered, Jing Fei already denied it in his heart.

If it is the legacy of the Karl family, the iconic silver pupils will not be missing, and the Holy Grail will not be so calm.

How the Karl family died, no one knows.

Some people say that it was because other hunter families were jealous of the abilities of the Karl family and planned to exterminate them.

Some people also said that it was done by the Blood Hunting Guild and the Blood Race forces who wanted to obtain the Holy Grail.

After the demise of the Karl family, the surviving veins and the Holy Grail disappeared at the same time. The next night, the city of Amy where the Karl family was located, and the nearby village of Kushula were massacred.

It is said that the remnants of the Karl family fled to the village with the Holy Grail that night, causing the village to be massacred.

That was the last, exact word of the Holy Grail.

Fable knew what he wanted to ask, "The people of the Blood Race want to kill 'Carl', using the Holy Grail as bait, and the Holy Grail is in the hands of that person."

Now Jing Fei understood.

Want to kill 'Karl', and sure 'Karl' will be attracted by the Holy Grail, that person is indeed the most likely to have the Holy Grail.

"Then who is she?"

Fable shook his head, "It's a five-generation blood, woman."

Jing Fei frowned slightly, only these two characteristics are too difficult to find, there are too many women of the five generations of blood clan.

Afterwards, Jing Fei didn't know what to think, and looked at Fable with a slightly weird look.

A mere five-generation blood clan has the ability to escape from her hands?

Fable didn't seem to notice his doubts, lowered his eyes and fiddled with his potion, and didn't say another word.

The matter of the jug of wine also passed between the two intentionally or unintentionally.
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After learning that there was no Holy Grail here, Jing Fei had no need to stay here, so she left the tavern that night.

When passing by the counter, he put the flagon in his hand on it, left without saying a word.

The werewolf boy who was sleeping on the table stood up and said goodbye to Jing Fei's back, "Go slowly, guest officer."

Jing Fei who came to the door stopped, turned his head to look, and met the smiling brown eyes of the werewolf boy.

"..." Without saying anything, he opened the door of the tavern and left.

That werewolf seems to know him...

After the door closed, there was a cry of pain from inside.

"Hey Carl!"

Titan hugged his fluffy wolf tail, which was on fire, and he jumped anxiously.

Fable picked up the jug that Jing Fei had placed on the counter, and walked behind the counter.

There was a 'Do Not Enter' sign on the counter.

She poured out the remaining wine in the jug, then wrapped the jug carefully with a piece of white cotton cloth, ignoring Titan.

Titan didn't mind either, maybe because he was used to it, he blew out the fire on his tail, and followed Fable, Barabara said, "Is that little bat just now your favorite little guy? He looks like It's really not easy to mess with."

As the werewolf boy said, an astonishing gloomy light flashed in the depths of his seemingly harmless brown eyes.

It is said that the vampires are transformed from ugly bats, and the werewolves who think they are mighty like to use this to laugh at them.

Fable put the jug into his pocket, looked back at Titan, his eyes were dark, "Say one more word..."

Although the tone was calm, the warning in it made the bloody Titan couldn't help trembling.

(End of this chapter)