The Unrighteous God In Marvel

　　 The nine-head game was settled, and Lyon, no matter how they arranged things after Hawkeye and Sitwell, greeted Coleson and left on his own.

　　 Is it fair to fire a missile for a sesame seed?

　　 As for the Jiutou Bureau who wants to analyze and replicate the emptiness and metamorphosis on a large scale, Leon can only say that if you can really decipher the system, you can open it up!

　　[Hannibal Food Workshop] came out, Lyon did not go home either, enemies are everywhere, and there are purification values ​​everywhere!

sleep? !

　　How could he fall asleep at his age!

　　 The vampire matter has not been resolved yet!

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　　 It's hard to find these guys, but it's easy to talk about it.

Leon must not be able to find it, not to mention that his current information system that is half-hearted is equivalent to no intelligence system. Even if he really read the comics in his previous life, he still remembers the plot, and he probably couldn’t find his lair. After all, the comics should not be as detailed as possible. The point where the house number is also marked.

　　 But it's fine if the Blade Warrior can find him, Leon can find him.

　　 As a player who wanders in the middle of the night and gives people a lot of relief, New York is so big in total, and it is not the first time that Lyon has met his peers.

　　 Blade's edge, there have been a few times when they did not talk and looked at each other from a distance. Both of them tacitly regarded each other as indifferent.

　　 At that time, Leon single-mindedly gave Jin and caused trouble, while the blade chased the vampire to fight. The goals of the two people did not conflict or overlap, so naturally there was no communication.

　　 If it wasn't for the heir of some clan who took the initiative to send it up this time, it would be a short while later, Leon really couldn't remember, the place of Big Apple City actually had such a large amount of purification value!

　　 Thirteen families!

　　 There is no good friend of mankind!

　　 The life span of hundreds of years has not been doing personnel affairs!

　　 what else can you say?

　　 If you do too many bad things, there will always be retribution.

　　 No, Leon has come to the door.

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　　 Blade has its own fixed hunting range, because his prey always confines his range of activities to that fixed area.

　　 The elders of the vampire clan set this rule together.

　　 There are a lot of dance halls, complicated underground passages, and all kinds of messy low-level civilians.

　　 During the day, this is a desolate place, a forgotten corner of the city.

　　 At night, all kinds of scum, criminals, speculators, and poor people with nowhere to escape will appear from various corners.

　　 And they are the food "captive" by vampires.

　　 Blade is not interested in the life and death of these people.

　　 Whether it was killed by a vampire, raised like a pig, or escaped from this place, and then starved to death or freezed to death, it didn’t matter.

　　 Blade's Edge has never thought of fighting for humans. The matter between him and the vampire is more for revenge, to resist fate, and to find some meaning in his own life.

　　 Blade has vampire blood.

　　 Yes, as the hunter who kills the most vampires, the vampire is regarded as the blade of the enemy of life and death, and the blood of the vampire is also flowing in his body.

　　 This is not the blade's fault, it can only be said that destiny is tricking people.

　　 His biological mother was bitten by the vampire Dickon while she was pregnant with him, and gave birth to him when she was sent to the hospital for rescue. From the moment he was born, he was half of the vampire blood.

　　 For many years, the blade has not been accepted by humans, because he will also long for blood.

　　 is not accepted by vampires, because those guys always smell alluring food on the blade.

　　 Wandering on the boundary between light and darkness, the blade that was injured by both sides lived in chaos.

　　 Until he met a lame vampire hunter, the hapless Whistler.

　　 For the first time, someone accepted him, willing to admit that Dao Feng is a living person, a child who can be afraid and cry.

　　 As he grew older, Dao Feng began to think about why he suffered such torture and why he was rejected by the world.

　　 He thought more than once, if, if I were just an ordinary person, ordinary birth, ordinary growth, ordinary life, would there not be so much pain in my life?

　　 Yes, all because of the sad desire for blood! It's all because of the half of the vampire blood in his body!

　　 all because of... that vampire named Dickon!

　　 From the moment he figured out this question, Blade had made it his lifelong wish to kill Dickon.

After 　　, this wish will swell every day, and finally, Blade's wish becomes: kill all the vampires!

　　 every one! !

　　He has been struggling hard for this.

　　 Every day, he puts a sword into the chest of a certain vampire, sometimes one, sometimes ten, sometimes more.

　　 He walks under the sun, eats human food, refuses to eat human blood, and uses silver weapons. This makes him feel more like a human being.

　　 But there is always some scum, some vampires looking for death mentioned the other half of his blood.

　　 Only kill them all!

　　 If you don’t leave, you can truly be a person!

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　　 "Blade!"

　　 Whistler, the old man with gray hair, interrupted Blade's contemplation.

　　 "Thinking about those things again? Ha ha, it's better to go out and hack a few more vampires with this kind of effort."

　　 The lame old man has never comforted the blade: you are not a vampire, you are a human being.

　　 was worried and said something different.

　　 "You can also use your prosthesis to kill a few more."

　　 The blade respected Whistler as his own father, but he was raised by Whistler, and naturally, like Whistler, he could not express feelings, so he opened his mouth and returned.

　　 The old man laughed a few times, limped to the messy workbench, picked up something and gave it to the knife edge: "Garlic extract, I call it garlic essence."

　　 The blade took it, and it was a row of roughly modified syringes with some white liquid like milk in the syringe.

　　 "One, as long as one, ordinary vampires...boom! Hahaha!"

　　Whistler compared an explosive movement with his hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said, "Does your knife need to be maintained? This kind of scar is not like a vampire bone knocked out."

　　 The blade looked at the small gap in the blade, grinned, and said, "No, this is a memorial left by a little soldier who killed a vampire for the first time."

　　 Whistler nodded, saying nothing.

　　 ate a piece of chocolate and a bowl of vegetable salad with a blank face, the blade resisted the nausea and swallowed it.

　　 He hasn't drunk human blood for eleven years, and now his body's resistance to human food has become stronger and stronger, making him somewhat uncontrollable.

　　 Whistler came over: "Are you okay, otherwise..."

"Do not!"

　　 Blade categorically refused: "Never!"

　　 Whistler still didn't say anything, and left silently.

　　 Closed his eyes and rested for a while, suppressed the discomfort in his stomach, put on a big windbreaker and sunglasses, the blade inserted the katana into the scabbard hidden on his back, and rode the motorcycle into the night.

　　 Tonight, I want to kill a few more.

　　 (Ps: thanks: the magician of dreaming, the dead emperor, Liu Mubaiyan, and book friends for their rewards. I am going to wait for my computer to get back to get a QQ group, are you interested.)

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