Chapter 686 Deja Vu

The black shadow fell to the ground silently, and the wall lamps on the bottom floor of the library were all lit up. There was no need to hide anymore since there was no darkness to speak of, and his appearance was exposed to the light for the first time.

The camera in the corner is focused on the hideous man under the dome. The handsome European face is not enough to be his eye-catching feature. The twisted posture of the proliferated limbs behind and beside him is what really makes the camera stand out. The people behind showed slightly shocked and terrifying expressions.

...No matter who sees this scene, they will be caused by physical discomfort. It is the avoidance of danger in the human subconscious. Whether it is visually or empirically, the explosive power and extreme power contained in those limbs can be determined almost at a glance. High risk.

The man looked at the camera indifferently, seeming to be sarcastic to the people behind him, because in a sense, this group of people killed this woman. If the bloodline of the woman who is the prey has really transformed to an extremely high limit, then She might not be able to react to a sneak attack in the dark.

But the sudden bright light completely destroyed the five senses of the unprepared woman in the darkness, which also increased the success rate of his attack from the original estimate of 60% to 90%.

After the man fell from the bookshelf and the wall, he did not immediately go to the place where the woman lay. As a predator in the dark, he was more alert than anyone else. He stood dozens of meters away and observed for three whole days. Ten seconds later, after seeing that the woman's muscles gradually became stiff and twitching until she lost all movement, she took a step forward.

But the next moment he stopped again, looked up at the camera and frowned slightly. For some reason, there was a vague voice in his heart warning him that things might not be that simple.

After thinking for a moment, he lay down and listened carefully with his ears close to the ground. The library was silent and he could only hear his own heartbeat. The heartbeat of the woman in the distance had stopped.

He slowly got up and took a look around. Unfortunately, he didn't have any handy weapons (such as street signs). Otherwise, he really wanted to cut off the head of his prey and then safely use his word spirit to start cutting out the bloodline and genes. .

Just when the man was about to take some insurance measures, he suddenly twitched his nose unconsciously and felt confused for a moment... because he actually smelled the fragrance of lavender in this library.

Lavender? Why did he ask about this alluring and familiar fragrance? His hippocampus seemed to be slightly stimulated by electric current, and the past scene gradually emerged in front of his eyes. He couldn't remember the specific time and place, but he could still see the vague shadow, the shadow of a woman, wearing white pleats, squatting in the sea of ​​purple lavender flowers, smiling and waving to him.

He could no longer remember the woman's face that was blurred by halo and memory, but he could still feel the doting that was warmer than the sun on the sea of ​​purple lavender flowers...

An old friend who has long disappeared from the world is remembered by him again, just like a dead person who has been forgotten for a long time, but suddenly one day you pick up the relics she left behind from the dusty box, and she suddenly seems to come to life. , returned to the world, but it can only remain in your own mind... That feeling of loneliness and powerlessness seemed to bring him back to his childhood.

The man felt that his five senses were covered with sticky sunshine, and the warmth of the lavender sea in his memory enveloped him. The wind blew past his cheek and could not catch its traces, leaving only a clear touch between his fingers.

When he came back to his senses for a long time, he was already standing in front of the woman's body. A pool of red blood as bright as gems gathered under her body, but it might be that she covered her throat until she died. The reason is that there is not much blood flowing out of the body...but it is enough to attract men to come closer.

The scent of lavender comes from blood.

The man lowered his head and looked silently at the rose-red blood. Standing in front of the woman's body, he felt like he had returned to the sea of ​​flowers, but he could not find the loving woman who once loved him. The boy reflected in the blood was alone. Standing alone in front of the purple sea of ​​flowers.

He squatted down to get closer to touch the blood, and continued to pursue the images that could not be clearly seen in the warm memory. The past was all fake, and memories were a maze with no end in sight, but like him, his whole life Guys who are destined to be lost on the wrong path may be the greatest luck if they have the opportunity to sink into the past.

The man stretched out his hand to touch the rose-red mirror on the ground. The closer he got, the stronger the fragrance and the clearer the memory. It was as if he had dipped into the pool of memory. What was reflected in the pool was not the bright moon, but the memory. The hand that the loving woman stretched out to her wanted to hold him again and embrace him across time.

There really was a hand that crossed the realm of reality and reality and held the man's wrist.

The five fingers of this hand are as gentle as jade, slender, warm, and powerful...perhaps a little too powerful.

The man's pupils shrank into pinholes, he pulled away from the confusion and returned to reality, letting out a shrill cry of pain. The low roar coming from his throat turned out to be as terrifying as a wild beast when he was frightened! He suddenly pulled back his right hand, which was numb with severe pain, but he was shocked to find that his hand seemed to be stuck in the mountain. What he was wrestling with was a majestic mountain peak.

...The woman on the ground raised her head and looked at the man in front of her with wide-open golden pupils. Those clear golden pupils of molten iron showed no signs of extinguishing. Yan Rushunhua's beauty had long been covered by dangerous majesty.

The moment the man wanted to pull away and retreat, her right hand that had been covering her throat slashed towards the man's head at a speed so fast that only a circle of moon rings could be seen in the light and shadow!

"you"

The man had never felt this trembling fear of death so clearly. He burst out with the desire to survive contained in his genes, stopped his useless efforts to escape, and fiercely aimed his auxiliary limbs at the woman on the ground. The force penetrated the steel plate and stabbed it down!

In the end, the man won the bet of risking his life. The unparalleled strength in his wrists relaxed, and the piercing auxiliary limbs were nailed to the ground and pushed out of the recoil, pushing him backwards and avoiding The fatal swing was originally aimed at his throat, but something sharp still left a bloody gash on the bridge of his nose.

Between the lightning and flint, the boundary between life and death revolves around, and the distance between the two suddenly widens!

The man retreated violently, bumped back and broke two or three tables before using his auxiliary limbs to stop himself. He half-crouched on the spot, his right hand hanging limply by his side.

Under the man's painful and furious gaze, the woman slowly got up from the ground.

Her movements were not as awkward as when she was lying on the ground and twitching in pain. She was very calm and calm, as if she had fallen and then stood up to remove the dust on her body... It was as if the pain of dying before did not exist! If it weren't for the small amount of rose-red blood on the ground, he would have thought that he had fallen into some kind of mental hallucination.

Lin Xian stood up from the ground and stood up straight.

Under the man's gaze, she patted the dust on her body and wiped the blood stains on her chest. At this time, the man also noticed the sharp object that Lin Xian had been pinching with the long and green fingers of her right hand. She was using this object just now. Attacked and killed himself.

Man's fangs.

Lin Xian threw away the tooth that was as sharp as a snake's fang in her hand and tore off a section of her skirt, revealing the smooth and delicate side of her thigh underneath. She carefully wrapped the torn piece of cloth around her left hand. On the wrist, a bow was carefully tied. He raised his hand to bite one side of the bow, and then gently pulled the other side with his right hand to tie it tightly.

She was bleeding, and the man noticed it.

Lin Xian's left wrist was bleeding profusely, and the maddening rose-red blood flowed out from the wound. Judging from the traces of the wound, he must have torn the artery with his teeth?

The moment the man saw the wound, there was a surge of anger and severe chills in his heart. Because with the appearance of this wound, what happened in front of me seemed to be logical.

"You ducked," he whispered.

Lin Xian didn't reply.

“You’ve adapted to your bloodline.

Lin Xian still didn't answer.

"Not only did he not escape, but he actually wanted to... kill me." The man said with deep fear in his words.

Maybe it's because of what they've heard or heard, or maybe it's because of their education. I don't know who is like who. Lin Xian, like Lin Nian, really doesn't talk much at certain times. They only determine what they want to do, and then Do it without leaving any stone unturned.

Lin Xian wanted to kill the man, so she made a plan and then took action. Without saying a word, she was as cold and decisive as a knife, looking directly into her eyes as if she were looking at another familiar person.