There is no night in Los Angeles. I don’t know who said this sentence, but it is right. On nights without sun, the entire Los Angeles are reflected by the numerous neon lights, which is no different from the daytime. But even during the day, there are dark corners where the sun cannot shine, let alone night, and night is night after all.
No one noticed the bat hanging upside down under the eaves and hiding in the darkness.
"It should be good here. This is the place where spiritual power fluctuations are transmitted during the day." The bat's eyes flashed with red light, and he actually spoke to himself, "How much has my great Prince Phil not sucked that spiritual blood? One hundred years? No. Three hundred years? It seems a little shorter, five hundred years? Yes, I haven't sucked that sweet blood in five hundred years. For a great prince of the blood clan, it is so unimaginable that it hasn't sucked good blood in a whole of five hundred years!
Like in the past, I drank whatever blood I wanted, and drank two bowls of blood at a time, and poured one bowl after another. Now, there are too few people with spiritual power in this world. With the decline of the blood clan itself, even I, a dignified prince, have to come out to make a living by myself. Today, it is rare to encounter such strong spiritual power fluctuations, and I have a good taste." As I said, a drop of saliva flowed down the corner of my mouth. "Image, you must pay attention to the image!" The bat quickly turned into a human form, took out a handkerchief from his shirt and wiped his saliva.
When Phil saw that it was almost done, he turned into a black gas and floated towards the second floor of a building. If he looked down, he would find that this was No. 66, the Avenue of Stars.
But when Phil entered the second floor, he was stunned: No, why does the building that is not big from the outside look so wide from the inside? Isn’t this reasonable?
But no matter how dumbfounded, the blood still needs to be sucked.
Phil thought to himself: Since I discovered that there was a fluctuation of spiritual power, I have been squatting outside this door and I haven't found anyone in and out. This person must be on the upstairs, or I will always find it.
At this time, I was a little tired from using some magic during the day, so I went back to my room to rest early. Because I lived in a tribe since I was a child, I was used to the life of rising from sunrise to sunset. At this time, I had already gone to the dream to report to the elders of the tribe. In this way, we were ignorant of the invasion of outsiders. However, this is my place to settle down. Needless to say, the mechanism traps are needed, there are several mazes alone.
Then turn the camera to our poor Phil. At this time, he no longer had his previous demeanor. His originally straight suit was already torn and burned everywhere, and there was an arrow inserted on his butt. It was so embarrassing that he was as embarrassed as he was!
", which bastard designed this place like this? Is this place for people to live in? Mom... Damn, why is it this place again? I have passed by it five times. Bastard, don't let me find you, otherwise I will suck you dry. Oh, my butt~~~" Even Phil, who wants to save face, has started to swear without regard for his appearance. It seems that the consequences are a bit serious.
At this time, I turned over on the bed and continued to date Zhou Gong’s daughter, and I didn’t realize that I would almost become someone else’s meal on the plate.
God is not willing to give you a heart! Prince Phil, who has gone through a lot of hardships, finally came to my door. Poor he had no place in his body, and his clothes were torn to the point of being much better than beggars' costume. When he opened the door and found me asleep inside, he was so excited that he trembled with excitement.
It was like a poor man lost in the desert suddenly found an oasis.
"Great ancestor of the blood clan, you still haven't abandoned me. I finally found it, I found it." Phil carefully sneaked to my bedside, opened his mouth, and the unique fangs of the blood clan slowly grew longer.
Just as Phil happily bit my neck, a green light appeared on my body, and Phil's fangs broke with a crackling sound when they collided with this green light.
Phil, stunned, looked at his fangs falling to the ground, and then looked at me lying on the bed, and suddenly felt like crying. Yes, what else could be better than finding the "food" after all, but in the end he found that this "food" was something he couldn't eat.
Just as Phil was still immersed in the sadness of "food", I woke up in a daze.
When I found a stranger kneeling on the ground with a dull eyes, I asked confusedly: "First... no, beggars, why did you appear in my room?" I originally wanted to say sir, but I saw that the stranger's clothes were no different from beggars, so I naturally changed my words.
When Phil, who had a blank mind, heard the "food" call him beggar, he couldn't help but howl: "God, are you punishing me? The ancestors of the blood clan? What did I do wrong?"
The door was suddenly opened, and the big bull appeared outside the door: "Boss, why are you so noisy here? Is it still possible to sleep in the middle of the night?"
When Daniu found that there was one more person in the room, he was stunned. "Isn't this a bat spirit?" Daniu laughed loudly when he saw him clearly, "Why have you become a good person? I'm laughing... I'm so jokingly laughing." His eyes were aiming at the arrow on Phil's butt intentionally or unintentionally.
Phil was even more ruthless and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it, but when he saw the person making the sound, he said in a lost voice: "Ah...Mutato?! How could there be a Minutato here? I, the reputation of my blood clan for the rest of my life, was destroyed in my hands."
"What kind of Minotaur, do you know if you want to call a magic? Bat spirit!!"
The big bull's sentence on the left and the bat spirit on the right made Phil who loves face angry. You should know that people who love face usually have strong self-esteem, let alone the prince of the blood clan. No one dared to call him that before! Without saying the second sentence, he rushed towards the big bull. The big bull was not vague and started fighting immediately.
Although Phil hasn't sucked blood for a long time and his strength is greatly reduced, he is still the prince of the blood clan. The so-called lean camel is bigger than a horse, and the big bull gradually fell into a disadvantage.
"Stop it!" At any time, my voice was heard, and the room was surrounded by green light for a moment. Big Niu and Phil were both frightened to find that they could not move. Phil opened his eyes wide and kept muttering the word "field".
I saw that they finally stopped, and then put away the green light and restored their freedom.
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With such obvious distance of strength, Phil did not dare to move at will. After my interrogation, I found out that the big bull and the guy named Phil in front of me belonged to the dark world, one was the Taurus and the other was the blood clan (which is what we commonly call vampires). They had a very good understanding of the unique aura of each other's respective races, so they knew each other when they met.
"So you are here to suck my boss's blood!" Daniu and I suddenly realized that they realized the purpose of Phil coming here.
"There are so many people on the road, why do you want to suck my blood?" I couldn't help asking, "Do I look so easy to deal with?"
"Because I found that you had spiritual power fluctuations in the morning, I wanted to suck it. There was no trace of spiritual energy in the blood of ordinary people on the road, as tasteless as drinking boiled water. A noble prince of the blood clan like me was disdainful to suck it."
"So you suck blood not to drink blood, but to replenish your spiritual power?"
"Yes, that's right!"
When I saw Phil's shape, I suddenly remembered that there was still a bartender in my bar. I turned my eyes and asked, "Phil, can you drink?"
"Why can't it? I haven't discovered those bloody nights full of spiritual power in the past five hundred years, so I have been relying on wine to pass the day!" When talking about drinking, Phil got a little more energetic.
"Do you know how to mix wine?"
"How can a person who has been drinking for five hundred years not understand alcohol?? Speaking of bartending, I don't think I dare to say it in the human world, but among the blood clan, I recognize the second, no one dares to recognize the first!"
"Okay... OK... OK! Phil, how about this pill?" I took out a pill from my Qiankun bag, and a refreshing fragrance filled the whole room.
"Okay...good stuff!" Phil looked at the pill and swallowed.
"If you are a bartender in my bartender in the future, then I will give you a salary of $30,000 a month, plus a pill of this pill?" I began to tempt.
"No problem, no problem!" Phil nodded repeatedly, afraid that I would regret it later. This temptation was simply irresistible to Phil.
"The boss is unfair. You only give me 30,000 US dollars a month, but there is no such good thing!" When Daniu heard that Phil took more than him, he immediately screamed.
"Okay, for fairness, you also have one per month. Of course, if you do well, I will have an extra reward." Daniu stopped yelling when he heard that I did not rebel.
"This old...boss." Phil was a little uncomfortable with calling someone else's 'boss' for the first time, "That...will that if my tribe members come here in the future, can you keep this matter secret for me today?"
Judging from my performance just now, I know that Phil is a person who cares about face, so of course I agreed to this small request.
Chapter completed!