The piercingly cold night wind was like a sharp blade, and this was the time when the creatures that came out at night appeared.

In the cramped alleyway, there was only a weak street lamp that lit up. The wick in the alley flickered, making the street appear even more sinister.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the entrance of the street.

He was very tall and wore a black windbreaker. The windbreaker grew to his knees, but it made him look even more tall and straight.

If you looked closely, you could see that there was a badge on his collar. On the badge was a pair of sharp swords. The swords that shone with a cold light were wrapped with thorny thorns.

When the street lights lit up his face, he looked very handsome. His killing intent was also very strong. He looked like a fierce sword that had just been unsheathed, and his killing intent had yet to dissipate.

His footsteps stopped halfway into the alley. The weak light could not illuminate the entire alley. He had completely fallen into darkness.

The air was filled with the smell of blood. It was very light, but it still made people nauseous. Even the bright moon above his head was stained with blood.

The man's expression did not change in the slightest. He started to walk again. It was as if he was taking a stroll in the courtyard. The distance between them was very uniform.

He did not deliberately control his movements. The sound of his landing was particularly alarming in the quiet alley.

The leaves that he stepped on had a clear 'kacha kacha' sound.

The wind that carried the scent of blood blew against his face, lifting the windbreaker that he had put on by his legs.

Under the trench coat was a black gun. The gun was covered in golden patterns. It was hard to tell what shape it was. There was no pattern. It was as if it was just randomly marked.

A wind whistled past the man's back.

But he casually picked up the gun. Then, he casually took the gun and fired two shots behind him.

"Whoosh -"

That was the sound of bullets entering one's body. What was strange was that the sound of blue blood bursting out of the darkness. The blood splashed onto the ground and produced a sizzling sound. White smoke came out as if it was the corrosion of sulfuric acid.

Two figures fell to the ground, and the bullets clearly hit their foreheads. However, the two of them still had signs of life.

The two figures lying on the ground were no ordinary humans. Blond hair, red eyes. Their ears were different from a human's pointy ears.

They were vampires.

After being shot by a bullet, they were unable to move. However, they still struggled and wriggled their arms as if they were still trying to resist.

The man unhurriedly took out a pair of half-finger gloves from his windbreaker pocket.

The black gloves did not seem to be much different from the most ordinary functional wind gloves. The only difference was that the gloves were covered with the same messy golden pattern as the gun.

It was clearly being stared at covetously by others. However, he put on the gloves unhurriedly as if he was performing some ceremony.

After he turned around, his pale lips still had a cold smile. He slowly walked to the figure lying on the ground, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "Hello, everyone. Hello, Mr. Elma and Mr. Pagan. "

"Oh, that's not right." He seemed to have said something wrong and denied himself. When he spoke again, there was no longer any smile on his face.

"It should be two disgusting vampire beasts."

The man's voice was as cold as his own, and he didn't care about the two eyes that looked like they were going to kill him. He even felt that their struggling eyes were quite interesting.

To him, these two people were already two corpses. He never bickered with dead people.

Not to mention, he wanted to give them a painful death.

"You have violated the rule of vampires and humans coexistence, Article 132. You have harmed three humans for the desire to eat " He slowly squatted down and said softly, ''Now, let me send you two on your way. "

《The Law of Coexistence between Vampires and Humans》 passed ten years ago, this was the result of the final battle. After a few months of discussion and separation, both sides finally agreed on a codex that they could accept.

It was barely able to maintain the surface peace between vampires and humans.

His hand pressed on the necks of the two vampires. It seemed like he did not use much strength. Only the vampires under him knew how much pain they were in.

Their internal organs were burning. They would burn from inside to outside, and then scatter into a pile of ash. It was tens of thousands of times more painful than being under the sun.

Their faces had long become frightened. The vampire's excellent night vision had already recognized who he was the moment the man turned around.

Code name, Deicide.

It meant "God of Slaughter'' . Kill all vampires that offend the interests of mankind.

He was the number one law enforcer.

Ordinary humans were still unable to fight back against the powerful vampires. Law enforcers were existences that protected weak humans, and Aron Hall was one of them.

"You... hateful... livestock..."

It was unknown whether it was Alma or Morgan, but the vampire clearly couldn't move. However, due to the pain, his hands fiercely sank into the floor, creating a huge gap.

He gritted his teeth and said the last sentence.

In the unbearable pain, he turned into dust. As the night wind dissipated into the world, that sentence was the last words he left for this world.

His last words didn't anger Aron. He was still calm and collected.

He folded the gloves and put them back into his windbreaker pocket before putting the gun back into his pocket. He walked back again.

When he reached the street corner, he suddenly turned around and used his hand to grab the gun. The speed of light was so fast that it caught people off guard.

Someone was pressed against the wall by his neck. Because he used too much strength, a huge crack appeared on the wall. There was also a strong "dong" sound!

If it was a normal person, After being thrown so hard, it was likely that several bones would have been broken, but that person was not injured. He only shouted a few times because of the pain.

It wasn't a heart-wrenching scream, it was a soft cry like a little wildcat being choked on the back of its neck.

Aron sized up the person in front of him with a cold expression.

He had shoulder-length hair that was indistinguishable between male and female. His ears were different from a human's sharp point, and his teeth also had two obvious sharp teeth.

For humans, these were the cutlery used by vampires to feed.

His eyes emitted a soul-stirring red light under the light, unlike the other vampires' red. Instead, it was Rose's red, with a light pink tint.

Because of her short stature, This thin and weak vampire was now pinned to the wall by Aron, so his legs naturally floated in the air.

He weakly struggled for a moment. However, he did not use any strength, and his face was dyed red and pink due to lack of oxygen.

Every vampire looked exactly the same as when they appeared. They were as beautiful as the moon, but this young man in front of them was exceptionally picky. His choice made tonight's dazzling full moon lose its splendor.

He was an extremely exquisite and beautiful young man.

Aron silently thought in his heart, and the force in his hand unconsciously weakened a bit. However, he still firmly nailed the young man to the wall.

"Blood... I want to drink blood..."

After he loosened his hands, the young man could finally exhale. He spoke in a weak voice. The redness in his eyes became even more prominent as he looked at Aron with a desire that could be seen with the naked eye.

Aron had never seen such a weak vampire. His ten years of experience as a law enforcer told him that this vampire did not even have a 1% chance of hurting him.

After a while.

Aron stared at the vampire in front of him and asked with interest, "Your name."

The young man's breath became weaker and weaker. "My name is... My name is... Uriel Cole."

Aron put him down from the wall, but his hand pressed tightly on Uriel's shoulder. He wanted to prevent him from breaking free.

He suddenly realized that Uriel was a bit shorter than an ordinary human youth.

His head was only up to his chest.

From his angle, Uriel was trembling, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. His white fingers were tightly clenched together.

It had been a long time, but Uriel had longed for food. Or because of fear of him.

He bent down. He did not ask about the disgusting smell of blood from this vampire. Instead, he smelled the scent of roses.

It was a tempting fragrance.

It was as if he had smelled this scent a long, long time ago. It was very familiar.

When?

He frowned. But he couldn't remember.

Aron reached out and pulled Uriel's collar, revealing his thin collarbone.

He saw that Uriel's collarbone was hollow and empty. His expression was slightly surprised.

Vampires were a group of independent social creatures, and being independent and living in a group sounded very conflicting. But in fact, that was the case. They lived together with their families, but each family hated each other. Every vampire would carve their own family emblem on their collarbones.

Aron was deep in thought. This weak vampire appeared alone in the human city. It was probably an abandoned wildcat.

Aron grabbed Uriel's chin and looked at him carefully.

Uriel's face was covered with some ashes. However, it did not cover his beautiful facial features. Aron used his photographic memory to find a face with 70% facial features.

He could not help but pinch Uriel's fingers with force. He asked, "What is your relationship with Harrison?"

Uriel had already woken up from his thirst for food because of the severe pain at the corner of his eye. He deeply understood that this man in front of him could easily kill him with a flick of his finger.

His fear came from inside, and for a moment, he lost his voice.

"Speak." Because Aron was impatient, the strength in his hand became even stronger. It was as if he wanted to crush Uriel's jaw.

Uriel could not stop trembling. He timidly and softly said, "I... I don't know... what are you talking about."

Aron blinked as he stared at the vampire before him. Because he was afraid that his eyes were already uncontrollably wet, even his teeth were trembling.

Was he lying? Or was he telling the truth? Should I kill him on the spot?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in a short second. He lowered his eyes and stared at Uriel's fair neck.

Very fragile.

As long as he lightly pinched it, this vampire in front of him would disappear.

"You... Can you let me take a bite?" Uriel's pale and powerless finger touched Aron's sleeve. His thirst for food overcame the fear in his heart. He was too hungry. He swallowed his saliva and continued to speak carefully. "Just one bite."

Aron's hand, which had been lifted up, quietly dropped back down. His eyes were dark and bottomless. He suddenly felt that this vampire in front of him was a little interesting. At the very least, the weakness in his body was not an act.

Aron suddenly had an idea. He once again pinched the young man's chin, but this time he did it very lightly. His usually fierce eyes carried a desire that he himself did not notice. He patiently and patiently said, "Uriel, right?"

"Do you want to drink blood?"

"If you want to, you have to come home with me."

Aron put his tongue against his cheek. He felt that his upper jaw was a little rough.

He had raised snakes, lions, wolves, and many other things that made people want to cheat him. However, none of these wild creatures could let him successfully feed them.

This time, he wanted to give it a try. To feed a vampire.

Uriel saw that the man in front of him had no intention of killing him, so he relaxed a little. He tilted his head and looked at Aron with a surprised and bewildered expression.

Go home with him? And then? What does he need me to do?

Uriel could not understand. He directly asked, "Why would I go home with you?"

Aron's gaze eroded his face inch by inch, as if he wanted to brand it. "It's very simple. Listen to me. Just do as I say. "

If you don't cross my bottom line... I can satisfy all your needs."

Uriel listened to Aron's every word and keenly noticed that the man in front of him seemed to be coaxing him.

This looked like a sweet trap.

It was like cheese on a sticky rat board. As long as you take a bite, you'll lose your freedom.

But he was really hungry... Ever since his sister left, he hasn't eaten for at least five days.

He was so hungry that all the strength in his body was gone.

But his sister also said that he couldn't casually suck other people's blood. But... this person had already agreed. This could not be called casual, right?

Uriel's will was constantly wavering. Aron also did not know what was wrong with him. He was especially patient with this little vampire.

He could see that this little vampire was carefully peeking at him out of the corner of his eye. He was trying to pry into his thoughts.

Aron laughed lightly and took out an ordinary knife from his waist. He twisted his wrist and cut a small wound on his finger. He didn't feel pain.

But this made it even harder for Uriel to take it.

He looked at Aron's finger, which was dripping blood. It was vermillion. He also smelled the faint sweetness of the blood.

The redness in Uriel's eyes deepened. He could not help but salivate. The veins on his neck faintly bulged.

The attraction of fresh blood to a hungry vampire was immeasurable.

Uriel used his last bit of strength, trying to break free from Aron's restraints. But it was in vain again.

What surprised him was that Aron actually took the initiative to put his finger into his mouth. He used an irresistible force to push open his teeth.

Uriel greedily sucked in a few mouthfuls, but it was just a drop of water in a cart of firewood. Instead, it aroused his desire even more.

His rationality was still there, and he did not dare to use his sharp teeth to pierce Aron's finger. He only lightly rubbed Aron's skin with his teeth.

With an impatient desire.

Aron did not fulfill his wish and withdrew his finger. His self-healing ability was very strong. The wound on his finger was already as good as before.

"I'll give you one more chance." He slowly wiped away the saliva left on his finger. He asked, "Are you willing?"

This time, Uriel did not hesitate at all. He nodded in a calm manner, because there was a sobbing tone in his anxious voice. "I beg you. Let me take another bite."

"Don't worry." Aron gently patted his silver hair and wiped away the tears that were secreted from the corner of Uriel's eyes because he was in a hurry. "Come home with me first."

Aron's car was parked outside the alley. He was walking with big steps on his boots. He immediately distanced himself from Uriel who was behind him.

Uriel watched Aron's back getting further and further away. The alley in the middle of the night was unusually empty. When he looked back, it was terrifyingly quiet. He could only see darkness.

Aron's figure became smaller and smaller, turning into a small black dot far away. Uriel felt an inexplicable uneasiness of being abandoned. In his panic, he subconsciously jogged over.

Aron, who was walking in front, was paying attention to the movement behind him. He heard the hurried footsteps behind him. He curled his lips in satisfaction.

Very obedient, perhaps a little clingy.

Aron drove a military off-road vehicle, which, coupled with his height, was specially modified. This caused the chassis of the vehicle to be very high. He casually looked at the height of the car door and then at Uriel. Before Uriel could react, he grabbed his collar and lifted him up, placing him on the passenger seat.

Aron sat in the driver's seat. He started the engine and drove.

No one spoke along the way. Aron glanced at Uriel, who was beside him. He realized that Uriel looked even more flustered. He had been maintaining the same posture as when he had just gotten into the car. His right hand was holding the handle of the car tightly.

He seemed to be very timid.

The car soon arrived at its destination. He lived in the apartment assigned to him by the military. The guards on duty woke up when they saw his car on night duty. They saluted him respectfully and put down their hands when the car disappeared from their field of vision.

Aron slowly stopped the car in the parking lot. He took the lead to get out of the car and quickly walked to the side of the car. He helped Uriel open the door and picked him up again.

This time, Aron's hands were much gentler. He was the one who supported him under his armpit and put him down.

Uriel only dared to look up and size up his surroundings when his feet were firmly planted on the ground. He could not smell the smell of the smelly ditch beside his home. He also could not hear the vomiting and cursing of the drunkard in the middle of the night.

He could only smell the fragrance of the soil, and the cold smell of the man beside him.

This was a world he had never come into contact with before.

He took a few more steps in Aron's direction out of fear.

Aron took another step. He deliberately slowed down so that Uriel could keep up with him.

His house was a 120 square meter apartment. The renovation was as stiff as his people.

Aron threw the only slippers in the shoe cabinet to Uriel, while he was barefoot. The slippers were a lot bigger to Uriel. It felt like they were going to fall out of the shoe cabinet.