Travel through London day and night.

Qin Fan's harvest was like a ghost's soul-snatching haunt.

or school.

or hospitals.

or residential areas.

or the Central Business District.

Or on the streets, or in entertainment places, or in brothels.

His footprints have been left in countless places.

In two days.

According to the official report statistics, more than 500 people died in the bloody case in the past two days!

Five hundred murders!

Within two days!

What is this concept?

London officials couldn't sit still, and the police in the city were loaded with guns to seal off the entire city.

However, after two days of harvesting, Qin Fan had already appeared in Manshi at this time.

The slaughter in search of the scent of vampires is back in action!

Countless low- and mid-level vampires were like ants under him, and they turned into dried corpses without even being able to struggle!

After London, the turmoil in Manchester City has completely triggered global attention!

Carrying the pressure of racing against the clock.

Nearly four days have passed.

There is only one clue to the murderer on the British side, and that is the Asian face!

Other than that, the eyes are black!

While Qin Fan continued to wreak havoc on the land of Britain.

Sweden.

In a castle built in the shape of ancient Rome.

At this time, various retro-style candles are lit.

The smoke of the candles emitted a suffocating aura inside the gloomy castle.

This is the headquarters of the vampire family.

"My lord, something is wrong!"

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo hurriedly ran in from outside the castle.

He knelt down on one knee facing the man sitting on the sofa in the lazy hall.

"Well, what's wrong!" the man who stroked the abrupt body of the woman in his arms and laughed softly with a strong sense of dignity in his laziness.

"Qin Fan has entered the UK!" gritted his teeth, and the middle-aged man in the tuxedo said these words in sincere fear.

Swish-!

Hear this.

The man's rhythmic caress on the woman's ketone paused abruptly.

He slowly turned his head and sat up straight.

Staring at the tuxedo, the middle-aged man said soothingly, "When is it?"

"Four days ago! In the past four days, he has been slaughtering and harvesting our vampire family! In four days, there have been as many as seven or eight hundred mid- and low-level vampires who have died!" his body trembled visibly, and the middle-aged man in his tuxedo trembled.

"Just let him harvest for four days?"

The man didn't laugh angrily, his delicate face bloomed with a feminine smile, and while speaking, he pulled up the disheveled woman on the sofa and leaned on himself, and his slender and white fingers went directly into the woman's clothes, and he kneaded it wantonly.

"My lord, because he is all shooting at those middle and low-level vampires, most of them are inconspicuous members!The people at the bottom have not reported the situation until now, and after the statistics, they found out that this kind of data has arrived!"

"Well, what's next?" the man sniffed deeply at the scent of the golden woman, and the claws that had penetrated into the other's body surged more and more, as if he didn't think much of what the middle-aged man in the tuxedo said.

"Your Excellency!"

Under the man's attitude and rhetorical question, the middle-aged man in the tuxedo trembled violently.

Tongue-shattering.

"Can you catch his tracks?" Ignoring the trembling panic of the middle-aged man in the tuxedo, the man continued to enjoy the softness in his hand.

"Your Excellency!"

Grunt-

was asked like this, and the face of the middle-aged man in the tuxedo revealed a miserable white color.

The grunt echoed with a deep sense of horror.

If he could catch Qin Fan's traces, how could he dare to waste time to report it?

"Waste, what do I want you for!"

A moment ago, I was still calm and enjoying my face, and I waited until the frightened grunt voice of the middle-aged man in the tuxedo came out.

The man shook the woman away.

I saw a shadow flicker.

The next second.

His slender fingers had already lifted the middle-aged man in the tuxedo who was kneeling on the ground!

"With my order, gather the twelve blood kings! Immediately launch a control of the British Peninsula! Within twenty-four hours, I will hear good news from you!"

The cold voice roared.

The man threw the middle-aged man in the tuxedo in his hand out fiercely!

Dumped by him.

The middle-aged man in the tuxedo flew straight out like a kite that had dropped the string.

Shockingly, it landed outside the castle dozens of meters away.

The crackling sound of bones crackling began.

"Yes, sir!"

Rolling and crawling to his feet, the middle-aged man in a tuxedo knelt down at the gate of the castle and shouted.

The frightened hesitation was also able to breathe.

Shouting, there is no need for the man to reprimand him.

With the broken bones repairing themselves, he hurriedly stood up and turned over and ran.

"Lord Lyman, I don't understand why we had to wade through this troubled water with the werewolf line? Let him let the werewolf line deal with it on its own, wouldn't it be good for us to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight? Why did we join forces with the werewolf line to launch a crusade at that time?"

Inside the castle, I saw that Lyman's breath gradually calmed down.

The golden-threaded woman walked up to him, her soft and boneless body leaning against the man and grinding.

Reach out and wrap your arms around the woman's willow waist.

Lyman paused as he was about to walk back to the couch.

There was a haze of indignation flashing in his eyes.

He pursed his mouth, and then he still spoke, "Because that waste named Norman died at the hands of Qin Fan, and that waste is the illegitimate son of my father, Count German! This is not a secret among the high-ranking members of the vampire family, and because of this, I have no choice but to issue a joint announcement with the werewolf line under the instructions of my father! This is a bad choice!"

The words fell.

Lyman shook his head and put his hand on the woman's head and pressed it down.

The latter immediately grasped the meaning.

Immediately squatted down obediently.

The conversation between them ceases.

Half an hour later.

Lyman breathed a long sigh of relief.

With a satisfied face, he said, "Alaire, the better your skills, the better!"

"It's all Master Lyman's proper training!" Alaire wiped the corners of his mouth with a smile, stood up flatteringly, and continued, "Lord Ryman, Alaire misses you for pampering!"

"Don't worry, I'll go see my father first!"

Lyman sinisterly poked his finger out and slowly slid it across Alaire's face, then hurried towards the entrance to the castle's underground passages.

At the same time.

On the land of England.

Qin Fan's harvest continued.

After London and Manchester, he travelled to several cities in a few hours.

In the dim darkness of the night.

In an underground processing plant.

Looking at the dozens of fanged corpses on the ground, he said to himself leisurely, "One thousand one hundred and thirty-two!

However, his words fell.

Twelve cold breaths suddenly burst out without warning.

(End of chapter)