The Domestic Hero

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The blood race has always been a very distinct race.

The power of the upper blood group is extremely terrifying to the power of the lower blood group, and even a word of disagreement can dominate the life and death of the lower blood group. In the world of blood tribes, the laws of the world have little effect, and the head of the family is heaven.

The Edward family where Paul Edward is located is headed by a blood marquis, a blood clan who has lived for more than two hundred years.

In Paul's feeling, the breath of the female blood marquis was not thicker than that of the patriarch. But she is full of vitality, obviously still very young, and her future potential is very strong.

"How is it possible! How could there be a marquise here ~" Paul was dumbfounded, his legs trembling straight, his eyes dropped in horror, afraid to see the blood marquis.

Although his heart was full of storms and waves, his face was full of respect, and he knelt down on one knee with trembling, "Paul von Edward, see Lord Marquis."

The performance of Paul's men was even worse, and he was shaking and about to lie on the ground. They are like a group of young deer facing a fierce tiger that dominates life and death, full of fear, but dare not have the slightest resistance.

The blood of the blood marquis swept the circle, and the breath of the upper blood clan shrouded Paul and the crowd like a dark cloud. Her voice was cold and overbearing: "Edward family? Who is Aaron?"

Paul shuddered, his expression more humble and respectful: "Go back to Lord, Aaron is my patriarch, and on my behalf I would like to extend my sincerest greetings to you and dare to ask Lord Marquis' respect."

"Natasha von St. Dracula." Natasha, the head of the blood maid, said indifferently. The reason for adding a holy character before Dracula is that the ancestor of the family Dracula is a demigod. Holy ancestor.

In today's world, only two blood clan families can be crowned with the word saint.

Paul's pupil shrank, and his heart was about to pop out of his mouth. This, this, this is not only a blood marquis, but also a Miss Qianjin from the noble Dracula family.

In the world of blood, the status of the Dracula family is extremely high. The two most recent presidents of the Dark Council are all from the Dracula family. Especially the recently high-ranking Prince of Roses is young and promising, with a posture of glorious ancestors.

Paul's posture was extremely humble, almost prostrate to the ground, and he dared not speak again.

Wen Ruhan on the side was shocked by this wave of shock. How arrogant was that Paul Edward at first, but since the appearance of the blood women, the arrogance was instantly suppressed.

The appearance of the blood marquis shocked the audience, and Paul was about to lie on the ground in fear.

marquis?

The woman turned out to be a blood marquis, and was also a member of the Dracula family. Wen Ruhan was a little drunk, so there are so many strange things in this world. The blood race, a species that she once thought only existed in novels and film and television works, appeared in front of her in a state of grandeur.

"the host."

Just when Paul and other blood races were terrified, Nata Shalian walked slightly and walked in front of Wang Yan, said respectfully, "How to deal with this Paul, please show me."

Lord, master! ?

At this moment, it seemed like there were countless thunders and thundered on Paul's head. He was thundered and out of focus, full of incredible colors. How is this possible?

This too subverted his three views as a blood race.

There is a blood marquis, a person of the general rank of his head of the family, or a member of the Dracula family with noble blood, even called a human master.

Wang Yan's eyes lightly glanced at Paul, and said coldly: "These blood races entered the country of China without permission, and committed crimes on the land of the country. Take it all, suppress them and enter the prison. If you dare to resist, There is no amnesty to kill. "

"Yes, master."

Natasha's body was full of anger, and the blood of the blood marquis suddenly rose, suppressing those blood races prostrate and dare not move, "Paul Edward, you can be guilty."

Paul was sweating, scared and scared, terrified, and said tremblingly, "Master Marquis, for the sake of our fellow blood race. Please, I don't want to be suppressed into the demon prison."

The Huaxia Kingdom Demon Prison is a terrifying place in the legend, and even the famous World Demon Venerable is suppressed in it. He is a little blood Count, once suppressed in the demon prison, don't want to see the sky in this life.

"Stupid, do you know who this person is?" Natasha sneered. "You look at the dog's eyes carefully." If you are not of the same blood family, Natasha just slapped this stupid. .

Who?

Paul Edward raised his head tremblingly and carefully looked at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan? Yan Wang! ?

Is it ...

Paul's eyes bulged up, clutching his colic and exclaimed, "Don't, don't you, no, you are the son of flames! How is this possible?"

As a blood Count, he naturally watched some youth conference games, but also watched several decisive battles of the children of flame. It's just that the pictures at that time usually don't have a close-up of the face. Under the lingering flames, the image of the child of flame and the person in front of him are very different.

This made him never dream that this young man would be the son of flames.

"Stupid, who can be regarded as our master, who else can be besides the son of flame?" Jay and other maids sighed in a grumpy manner.

"Snapped!"

Paul fell to the ground with a butt, and his hair stood upright. Really, really a child of flames ... Isn't this really teasing him? When he came to China to do a small thing, he would meet the son of flame.

His heart was about to break, and his face was full of unrequited looks.

The Son of Flame, in his eyes, was a high, unattainable character. Even the head of their family, Aaron Edward, would be respectful and humble if he saw the Son of Flame.

But what did Paul do? Intimidating the girlfriend of the child of flames, and clamoring to turn the child of flames into blood slaves.

This, this ...

"Poof!" Paul's face flushed and blood spewed out.

Son of Flame!

Wen Ruhan showed his eyes wide and looked at Wang Yan with surprise. It turned out that Xiao Yan was really not an ordinary person. He was respected not only by those powerful bloodline women, but also by his master. It also has a very popular nickname, the Son of Flame.

This name alone caused Paul to vomit blood.

Well?

Who is this guy?

"Son of Flame." Paul Edward threw himself up in tears and slaps himself on the ground. "I'm wrong. I shouldn't come to China to be arrogant and arrogant. I shouldn't offend you with my eyes. Please, just spare me this time. "

At this time Paul didn't even dare to run away. Even if he was lucky, he really escaped. At that time, the head of the family will also take him down and send it to the Son of Flame in person for atonement.

Now let's not talk about the Edward Patriarch, even the entire North American Dark League, dare not fight with the son of flame.

"Hehe." Wang Yan sneered twice, "Is you offended me?"

Paul was shocked, and his IQ was exploding in life and death. He quickly climbed in front of Wen Ruhan, slapped his slap in the face, and wept bitterly and said: "Miss Wen, I was wrong. I was so blind to dare to fight Your idea. As long as you are willing to forgive me, let me do anything. "

At this moment, Paul, where there is still a little **** earl's momentum, like a poor humble survival worm.

Wen Ruhan covered her mouth and looked at the scene with a complex expression. I thought I was finished before, and threatened Paul with suicide to get Wang Yan's life. But I never imagined that things would turn around so much.

Just above, Paul, who was so arrogant, turned into a pitiful worm, even her life and death were in her mind.

Son of flame?

The image of the handsome young man next door, who was familiar with it, suddenly collapsed, as if there were countless layers of mist in front of her, so she could not see Wang Yan's image.

"Stop it, you don't have to hit yourself anymore." Wen Ruhan took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice, "Paul Edward, why are you so afraid of the Son of Flame?"

Paul stopped as if he was forgiven. Faced with this problem, his eyes were a little dazed, why should he be afraid of him? Just kidding, of course I'm afraid of the son of flames. When he thought of his horror, Paul couldn't help but shudder, and said with a tremble: "The Son of Flame is the first young master on earth today."

"The first master of the earth's youth?" Wen Ruhan's body shook and looked at Wang Yan with a complicated look.

"Uh ... Sister Ru Han, if you want to know, I can tell you." Wang Yan said with embarrassment when her hair looked upset.

"You are a liar, who knows which of your words is true and which is false?" Wen Ruhan's face was pale, and Wang Yan glanced faintly. Turn around and say to Paul, "You continue to tell the truth, the details are detailed enough, maybe I will spare you."

Paul's eyes lit up and saw the hope of survival. Prostrate to the ground, hurriedly pour beans and generally tell what he knew.

Wen Ruhan's expression became more and more shocked and complicated.

It turned out that the handsome guy next door who thought he was only working in a national unit had such a mysterious and complicated identity and past. And there is such a complicated and unknown aspect in this world.

"Wang Yan, I didn't expect that my neighbor was hiding so deeply." Wen Ruhan's face was red and white, and Youyou Jiao said, "Youth's general champion, what a great name."

"Oh, where is it." Wang Yan said with a humble smile, "Luck is all luck."

"I heard that you still like flirting girls? And you like flirting one by one?" Wen Ruhan gave him a deep look.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, what's the matter?" Wang Yan glared at Paul fiercely. You don't know what to say, what can't you say?

Misunderstood.

A cold voice sounded: "Wang Yan, every little thing, you can't solve it all the time, right? I'm so bored to wait."

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