Xu Congzhi left the pub complacently, but did not find that a figure was looking at him quietly on the roof of a house not far away.

"Vampires! Are they the native inhabitants of the world, or are they made by their hosts?

Any night wind blows the long black hair, thought Song Yan.

When his mind moved, a deep sky appeared on his head, during which the stars twinkled, beautiful and moving.

Half a while later, Song Yan put away the star arithmetic, and his face was somewhat ugly, because he could not detect any information of the other party. There were two possibilities. First, the other party had...