Chapter 389： Non-my family, its heart must be different

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

This sentence is a truth cast with countless blood.

Therefore, Xue An has no mercy towards these blood races.

The white flame turned into a sea of ​​flames, and went straight to these blood races.

Except for Andre, the other blood races didn't even support the past, and they were all burned into ashes by this flame.

Andre was also tainted with a ray of flame, although he quickly used a lot of healing blood spells.

But the flame was like a tarsal maggot, directly burning through the blood of his bodyguard, and began to spread rapidly.

Andre was so frightened that he threw out a piece of pale golden parchment.

"My father, save me!"

boom!

A majestic breath appeared between the heaven and the earth, and a phantom of the blood family with five pairs of golden wings behind it appeared in the air.

This is Andre's life-saving trick.

A secret text that can summon the phantom of the blood prince level.

Although this is just a phantom, Quintina and Serena, who are still oppressive with a powerful aura, retreat.

Andre grinned grinningly, "Despicable human beings, you actually have the flames of light. With this alone, I will smash you into pieces! Take it to death!"

As he said, the phantom wings of the blood prince fluttered and appeared in front of Xue An in an instant.

The speed is as fast as traveling through time and space.

Then the wings of the phantom combined, and countless blood lights wrapped Xue An in it.

"My lord!" Quintina exclaimed.

Serena let out a sigh of relief.

Just die!

As long as this man dies, the soul recognition in his body will be solved.

But at this moment, that powerful blood prince phantom exploded.

Countless blood light fragments were directly burned into nothingness by the white flame.

And Xue An walked slowly from it and smiled at the dumbfounded Andre, "Unfortunately it's just a phantom, otherwise you can condense the blood beads!"

Andre trembled all over, and turned to run.

But Xue An emptied his palm and said lightly: "Ning!"

Andre felt that all the space around his body had suddenly become so hard that he couldn't move a bit.

"No... my father is a member of the blood clan, if you dare to kill me! He won't let you go!"

Andre looked at Xue An, who was slowly approaching, and shouted in horror.

Xue An shook his head, his eyes flickered, "What I hope is that your father can come to me!"

As he said, the endless flames swallowed Andre, and burned him into nothingness in the blink of an eye, and a blood drop appeared in Xue An's hands.

It's another marquis blood bead.

Xue An didn't even look at it, and threw it to Quintina, then turned to look at Serena.

After seeing Xue An's indifferent gaze, Serena was frightened and cold.

"You... kill me!"

Serena is not afraid of death, she is afraid of Xue An's endless devil-like methods.

Xue An smiled faintly, "It seems that I made a mistake. Your soul is still not firm enough to recognize the Lord."

"No, please kill me, I..." Serena was terrified.

With a flick of Xue An's finger, a light spot floated out of Serena's forehead and flew directly into Benedict's mind.

Serena's face instantly appeared blank, and then gradually returned to normal.

Then he knelt respectfully at Benedict, gently kissed Benedict's shoes, and said respectfully: "Master!"

There is no longer the arrogance and rebelliousness before.

And in the blood mountain.

The blood prince Andrew suddenly trembled, and a shock of blood appeared in his eyes.

"My lord, what makes you so angry?" The butler walked over and asked softly.

Andrew's expression changed, "Someone killed my descendant Andre!"

"Master Patriarch, please calm down, is it a member of the Bright Church?" the housekeeper asked.

"I don't know, but recently there have been incidents among the kinsmen. When the Council on the Night of the Full Moon is held, I must explain this to you Lord Speaker!" Andre said in a deep voice.

London.

Gary stood in front of the hotel window, overlooking the brightly lit city, and sighed helplessly.

"It's really a headache city! It's complicated, and it also hides dirt!"

Alonso agreed.

In fact, from the Middle Ages.

The city of London is the main battlefield for light and darkness.

No power can really control it.

The only thing that can be done is to maintain a delicate balance.

Therefore, compared to other cities with powerful light forces, in London, the identity of the cardinal archbishop Gary is not so easy to use.

"Check it slowly first!" Gary said.

"Good!" Alonso replied.

European town.

"Curse!" As Fan Mengxue shouted.

A gray light flew from Fan Mengxue's palm.

Happiness!

Anastasia clapped and walked over in admiration.

"Mengxue, your talent is indeed the strongest I have ever seen! In just a few days, you can already use intermediate witchcraft like curse!"

Fan Mengxue was a little embarrassed, "I think... these dark witchcraft seem to be very obedient!"

Anastasia giggled, "That's because you have a strong talent! If you change to an ordinary person, it will take several years to communicate with the darkness alone! It may not even be possible for a lifetime."

The two are talking in the room.

Han Yao walked in, her face full of anger.

"Mengxue, the old guy from the Film Association wants you to go there in person! I think he must have no good intentions!"

Han Yao didn't watch Anastasia sitting on the sofa the whole time, as if she didn't exist at all.

"Mengxue, the big deal is that we don't want this prize, and don't let this old guy take advantage!" Han Yao was still angry.

Fan Mengxue nodded, "Okay, I know! Sister Yao, I will pay attention."

After Han Yao left.

Anastasia smiled faintly, "Your agent is very sincere to you!"

She just used dark witchcraft, and Han Yao couldn't see her at all.

Fan Mengxue smiled bitterly, "Sister Yao is really good to me!"

Anastasia said calmly: "You seem to be worried about this matter?"

Fan Mengxue bowed her head and said nothing Remember, you are now a witch walking in the dark. How can I teach you to deal with these bad-hearted men? "A stern look appeared on Anastasia's face.

Fan Mengxue hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Miss Fan, I want to express my most sincere compliments to your directorship and acting talent!" said a middle-aged man with a big belly with an exaggerated expression.

Fan Mengxue smiled, then considered his tone, and said in the most formal tone as possible: "President, I want to ask about my award-winning movie..."

The man laughed, "Miss Fan's film award is well-deserved, but..."

"You have to give something!"