Apocalypse: We Are Filling The World With Supplies

Before Lin Xuan spoke, Klein couldn't wait.

"As long as you are willing to play tricks with me to the end, I guarantee that you will get countless benefits, and you and I will enter the bloody abyss together!"

Lin Xuan said with a joking smile.

"Thank you so much! Without you, I don't seem to have a chance to enter the Blood Abyss? Hearing

Lin Xuan's rhetorical question, Klein knew that he had missed his mouth.

He originally planned to use Lin Xuan to burden all the vampires of other families.

In the end, he poked the identity of Lin Xuan and the others.

After using Lin Xuan again, the relationship with Lin Xuan was completely clean.

At that time, all the vampires will go to besiege Lin Xuan.

He will also take this opportunity to step on a foot and then take advantage of the opportunity.

It can be said that in Klein's plan, Lin Xuan is a pawn.

And now Klein is also deeply aware that Lin Xuan is by no means a simple chess piece that can be manipulated by others.

"Alright! I admit that I used to use your ideas, but now the situation is different, I also tell the truth, tell you all the crisis situations I encountered, whether you cooperate or not!

"But one thing is very important, I have to make it clear to you, except for me, no Blood Clan will accept letting you enter the Bloody Abyss to participate in the Heavenly Chosen Competition!"

To be honest, Klein was not too sure about whether Lin Xuan could agree to his request.

After all, I just said that I missed my mouth.

In addition, Lin Xuan himself is an uncontrollable character with his own absolute opinion.

Clay was very unconfident because of this.

However, just as his words fell, he was just about to add something.

Lin Xuan suddenly spoke.

The smile on his face almost brought his eyebrows and cheekbones together.

"Lord Duke, what is this saying, since I have chosen to cooperate with adults, then naturally I should only change the adult's henchmen as my own, only by solving the adult's problem can my problem be solved!"

It was the first time Klein had seen Lin Xuan talk so easily.

For a while, I couldn't touch my head, and even felt a little dark in my heart.

That feeling of fear made Klein feel as if he remembered his biological mother....

However, since Lin Xuan had agreed, Klein naturally laughed dryly and laughed twice.

"In that case, then I will tell you brother Lin what kind of character this Scarlet Grand Duke is!"

Klein did not use any technology.

Just describe it elegantly in his own deep voice.

Soon Lin Xuan entered a series of pictures.

On a rainy night, the cold rain slapped on the blond man's body.

He could be seen pacing forward with difficulty, and it turned out that he was holding something heavy in his hand.

It was a cloth rolled up in expensive sheepskin.

There was something wrapped in the cloth, extremely heavy.

So when the man walked through the street, the things in his hands left a series of long trails on the ground.

With great effort, the man put this wrapped long object next to the well.

Good thing the water view is not too high.

The man just pulled up the other end of the long object hard and heard an ordinary sound.

Heavy objects fall into the well with the rainwater.

The man also staggered away.

And right where he left.

In the long ravine, dragged out by heavy objects, a piece of scarlet blood was slowly diluted by the rain until it gradually disappeared into the dirt.

People died in the remote and quiet village.

The aunt who made bread at the mouth of the village drew water from the well every day, but after three or five days, she found that the water in the well was smelly.

After climbing the mountains to find skilled craftsmen outside, I found that there was already a corpse under the well, and it was rotted by blisters.

The villagers are disgusted to death.

The murderer had not yet surfaced, and everyone felt that their lives were in danger, and people suddenly panicked.

Homicides more than a thousand years ago.

As long as it is not caught and restricted, it is basically a headless grievance.

There was no longer a way to find out who the killer was.

However, just when the people of the village closed their gates every night and left people on duty.

This small medieval mountain village finally wants to sound like a different sound.

"I killed the man..." The

little boy with freckles on his face that had not yet receded cautiously came to the outside of the lord's wooden house, his hands uneasy, not knowing where to put it.

The lord was drunk and staggered out of his house.