[Quick Travel] Raider God Project

Chapter 718 The Sleeping Earl vs The Professional Tooth Extraction Hunter 1

"Ding ding dong dong", a string of crisp wind chimes wafted in my ears, and a young man in a white shirt and jeans pushed the door and walked out of a small cafe on the street.

He held the steaming coffee in his hand, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and from a distance, he could only see a graceful jawline, and his skin was smooth and fair, as if it would glow.

"Tsk, it's so bitter."

He stuck out his tongue lightly, his delicate brows and eyes were slightly wrinkled, and the moment he raised his head, he revealed an extremely beautiful face.

With the unique softness of the oriental people, the temperament is quiet and gentle, the half-length black hair makes the facial features more delicate, the slightly raised eyebrows and the thin lips, like the classical beauty who came out of the ancient ink landscape painting.

And the night was getting thicker and thicker, and a long shadow was drawn on the ground. Looking at it from a distance, I felt an indescribable weirdness.

"Da da", suddenly there was the sound of very light footsteps behind him, following behind the young man, like the rhythm of music, full of rhythm.

The young man walking in front didn't seem to have heard the footsteps at all, he was still unhurried, and even had a faint smile on his lips.

At this time, the night was falling, and the street lights on the side of the street were still not on. With coffee in one hand and the other in the pocket of his jeans, he walked slowly towards the end of the street.

There were no people on the street, and the further you walked towards the end of the street, the less people could be seen gradually, as if even the air had become completely quiet.

The young man only took a sip of the coffee in his hand, and it was already getting cold, but he still held it in his hand and did not throw it away. He still walked at a leisurely pace, with a leisurely posture, as graceful as a stroll in a courtyard.

The young man was facing him right now, there was no surprise or panic on his beautiful face, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the arc of his smile was very obvious.

"It's finally here. If you don't come again, I plan to go back to sleep."

There was a hint of laziness in his clear voice, with his arms crossed, he leaned against the wall, squinting his eyes and smiling at the cloaked man in front of him.

He walked forward for a while, and when he was about to turn the corner, the footsteps behind him suddenly became hurried, and the sound of "click" was louder.

A gust of wind rushed towards his ears, the brows of the young man twitched slightly, and he suddenly turned sideways, directly avoiding the people who came from behind.

The person who rushed over was actually wearing a black cloak, and two extremely sharp fangs were exposed from his slightly opened mouth.

Dare to treat him as food, can he say a word of courage?

The vampire in a black cloak was almost dazzled when he saw the young man's smile.

But in the next second, he rushed directly towards the beautiful prey, and pointed his sharp fangs at the graceful white neck.

The man's face changed slightly, and he intuitively felt that the situation in front of him was not right, but as a vampire with a natural sense of superiority, even if he felt something was wrong, he would not show weakness in front of a mere human.

Greedy eyes locked on the young man, he will never give up such delicious food.

The young man met those greedy eyes, and the curvature of the corner of his lips became more and more obvious.

I saw that extremely beautiful young man suddenly took out a pair of iron pliers from nowhere, and directly clamped off a fang of the vampire.

Fangs are extremely important to the vampires, so what it would be like to have one taken off abruptly, before that, the cloaked vampires had never thought about it.

"you!"

The moment he got close, he even smelled a sweet and tantalizing scent, which was the scent of the blood of the prey in front of him.

"Crack!"

A very abrupt sound rose from the ground, followed by a sharp scream from the cloaked blood race.

As the young man's voice fell, the cloaked vampire wailed again, and his other fang was also clamped off.

The young man's movements were clean and neat, as if he had done it a thousand times.

Still laughing, he stretched out his hand and shook the terrifying iron tongs, yawned lazily, and said in a low voice, "We can finally call it a day."

His pupils widened suddenly, his face was full of disbelief, and a trace of fear finally appeared in his eyes.

The young man held the pliers in one hand and the cold cup of coffee in the other, and looked at him with a smile, "You are my prey!"

"what!"

The young man moved slowly, and said to let the cloaked blood go away, but he moved first.

Still walking at a slow pace, he walked forward at a leisurely pace, while the cloaked vampire who was threatened by him was still slumped on the ground, unable to react for a long time.

When the young man walked out of the alley, the iron tongs had disappeared from his hand, appeared out of thin air, and then disappeared suddenly, which looked extremely strange.

The cloaked vampire fell to the ground, and the vampire without fangs was no different from ordinary humans.

With a pale face, he stared at the young man in front of him in horror and fear. When his eyes touched the iron tongs in his hand, his body trembled involuntarily, and he changed from a beast to a small partridge.

"Go away, or let your blood dry!"

He stood at the door of the apartment, stretched out his hand and threw it casually, and the coffee cup in his hand was thrown into the trash can not far away with great precision.

His posture is extremely beautiful, and his technique is extremely precise. You can tell that he must do this often at a glance!

The apartment in front of him was very old. The young man lived on the sixth floor. There was no elevator, so he could only climb the stairs. When he reached the stairs, he subconsciously frowned.

As he walked, he lowered his head and took another sip of the coffee in his hand.

"Well, it really doesn't hurt that much when it's cold."

He was obviously more satisfied with this sip, so he drank coffee while walking slowly for the rest of the way. When he walked downstairs to his apartment, the cup of coffee finally bottomed out.

The young man frowned slightly, turned his head and glanced inside the inner door, with a distressed expression on his face.

"It's hard to get a good night's sleep, it's such a hassle!"

As soon as his voice fell to the ground, his feet seemed to be blown by the wind, and he quickly dodged from the stairs to the inner door, heading straight for the direction of the bloody smell.

"Tsk, it looks like I still have to change my nest!"

He mumbled something like a murmur, but he didn't stop moving, he stepped up a step directly, and then slowly went up step by step like a snail climbing a slope.

When he reached the third floor, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood, and it was extremely fresh.

She was a beautiful woman at first, but now she had a pale face, looking at the man in front of her in horror.

She covered the two blood holes on her neck with one hand, and she couldn't believe that the mature, rich and handsome man in front of her could be a vampire.

"Your blood smells delicious."

That quick and agile movement is completely different from the snail crawling just now.

"Ah! Don't come here, help, help!"

The woman in a black silk suspender dress has a plump figure and a delicate face.

She met Olette at a party ten days ago. This man is mature and full of charm, but in just ten days, he has completely captured her heart.

She made up her mind to send herself out tonight, but she didn't expect that the man opened his mouth and bit her neck as soon as she got on the bed.

Olette looked at her trembling, as if she was about to faint at any moment, but she had a hearty smile on her face.

The blood clan in front of him moved his nose, made a sniffing motion, and looked at the woman in front of him intoxicated.

And the woman whose blood was so fragrant was praised by him, her face turned pale with fright, she could barely maintain her composure, but her legs were shaking like a sieve, as if she was about to fall at any time.

"Olette, don't kill me, please!"

At this moment, there was a "bang" sound behind him, and he turned his head in surprise, only to see that the door not far away was kicked open.

It was a young man who kicked the door in. The moment he entered, he caught Olette's eyes.

Olette stared at him with burning eyes, as if seeing a delicious meal in his eyes, full of undisguised amazement and greed.

"Beauty, you should be thankful that your blood is so fragrant, otherwise I might not be able to look like you just because of my appearance!"

Ollette is a party darling and every ten days he goes to a top party he always catches the right catch and this one is now one of them!

He opened his mouth and shook his sharp fangs, raised his foot a few steps forward, and was about to press down on the woman in front of him.

He shook his hand, and in the next second, a pair of ordinary iron tongs appeared in his hand.

Olette seemed to be stunned for a moment, staring at the iron tongs in his hand, his expression suddenly became serious.

"hunter?"

"The prey that came to your door?"

His interest immediately shifted from the woman behind him to the young man, and he even walked quickly to the door, looking impatient.

The young man frowned and complained in a low voice, "It's affecting my beauty sleep, annoying!"

"Little hunter, your skills are good! Well, you smell so fragrant, why are you so fragrant!"

When Oleite reached the wall, he was ready to fight back.

The beauty has a hot temper, but such a hot temper is attractive enough.

He tried a word, but the young man didn't pay attention to him at all, and rushed towards him waving the iron tongs in his hand.

Olette is not an ordinary vampire. His movements and reactions were quick. Almost the moment the young man rushed up, he took several steps back to avoid his attack.

With just a few dodging movements, his back touched the wall, and he was completely unable to retreat.

But he didn't expect that the young man in front of him was not only beautiful, but also his blood was so fragrant, so fragrant that even a century-old vampire like him could hardly control it.

"Your blood...how can you be a hunter!"

Many years ago, human beings had special people responsible for hunting blood clans. Those people were called hunters, but hunters generally looked ordinary, and their blood had no taste. Otherwise, confronting blood clans would easily excite the blood clans.

But the little hunter in front of him is not only so beautiful, but also smells so fragrant of blood, he is simply leading the vampires to fall!