Forgetting the value of the sacrifice that was like a freak show, when the host pulled back the white cloth and revealed the flesh and blood, the auction became heated, and the sellers who controlled the wealth paid attention to it.
Boluogo didn't know what it was, but he could also realize the importance of it from the reactions of these people.
He glanced slightly sideways, and most importantly, the mysterious woman on the side also raised his attention, staring closely at the twisted mass of flesh and blood, as if the purpose of her trip was exactly this weird thing.
"What is this?" Boluogo asked proactively.
The woman's mood gradually calmed down, and she turned her head to look at Boluogo, with a vague smile under her veil.
"Are you asking me for information?"
"You seem to be a generous man," said Burlogo.
The woman smiled and looked at Boluogo with her scarlet eyes. Boluogo did not avoid it. His green eyes looked directly at the woman. Even though the light was dim and separated by a veil, the woman's eyes were still too dazzling, pure and pure.
Bloody ruby.
"What are you looking at?"
The woman deliberately covered her chest, twisted her shoulders, and her voice was magical, just like a succubus that charms men in the story.
"your eyes."
Boluogo's expression was as cold as ever, and his eyes were still clear.
The woman frowned slightly, and she took the initiative to approach Boluogo. The faint smell of blood mixed with some kind of incense entangled towards Boluogo.
The two of them were very close, with only a veil separating their faces, but Boluogo still showed no intention of being affected, and his face was as pale as a bloodless corpse.
The gaze lasted for more than ten seconds, and ended with the woman retreating. The two of them kept a safe distance, and the woman looked at Boluogo with a bit of complaint.
Boluogo's reaction was too calm, so calm that the woman couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
In the past, I could make a man's head spin with just a few words, but all this had no effect on Boluogo. It was as if to Boluogo, I was just an ape wearing clothes.
"You have beautiful eyes," Bologg said coldly.
The woman was stunned and looked at Boluogo with strange eyes. She never expected that someone could resist her charm and at the same time fight back against her.
Worst of all, she seemed to have misunderstood what Borago meant.
The woman's eyes became more seductive, but this was also a sign of her facing Boluogo. After all, she had been in love for so many years, and now she finally met a comparable opponent. Although the scene of the encounter was not very good, the woman felt that
This is also quite romantic.
But just as the woman was preparing to launch a new round of offensive against Boluogo, Boluogo moved his eyes back to the stands, looked at the wailing ball of flesh and said.
"I have a friend. His eyes are like rubies like yours. They are very beautiful."
"ah?"
The woman couldn't react. Is this a new type of love conversation? Shouldn't the topic be about herself next? Why did she suddenly talk about her friends?
What most women can't imagine is what Boluogo said next.
"My friend's surname is Villeless. He said it is the surname of an ancient family. What do you think?"
Boluogo's tone became colder. When he turned his head and looked at the woman again, the woman noticed the faint golden halo hidden under the blue eyes.
The woman was silent, and her silence confirmed Boluogo's suspicion.
The eyes of the Night Clan are so easy to spot, the rubies that look like they are made of blood are not a color that humans can have.
From the moment the woman started talking to him, Boluogo looked at her carefully. In addition to her ruby eyes, the other thing that proved her identity was the blood on her body and the crazy meaning.
Boluogo is a debtor, and his umbilical cord that is connected to evil is extremely sensitive. In the close contact with the woman just now, he was keenly aware that the woman was also a debtor.
As for the woman who felt familiar to him, Boluogo suspected that it might be the reaction from the same debtor, and another possibility was that it came from Sere's blood.
Sere told himself that the Night Clan is very sensitive to blood, especially the blood of high-level Night Clan.
As blood continues from generation to generation, the pure blood will eventually be contaminated with some impurities, making the subsequent generations of the Night Clan no longer pure and despicable.
As the Lord of the Night Clan and the direct bloodline of the Night King, Serre's blood is extremely precious. After simple purification by an alchemist, his blood can be directly used as an alchemical material.
"Many low-level night clansmen have been praying for my blood all their lives." Serei said to himself drunkenly one time.
"Speaking of which, Boluogo, you are already an immortal. If you drink my blood, can you become a member of the Night Clan? If you become a member of the Night Clan, you will have two levels of immortality.
, will you become a super undead?"
There was already a problem with Sere's logic at that time. As he spoke, he became excited, and then he slit his wrists in front of Boluo Ge.
It should be said that he was indeed an immortal. Relying on his immortal nature, he cut his wrists so neatly and neatly. The blood spurted out several meters high and sprayed all over Boluogo's face.
Sere then controlled Bologg with a bear hug, shouting "This is Lord Sere's blood" while stuffing the wound into Bologg's mouth.
I have to admit that Sere's tendons are not in vain. No matter how he resists, he can't shake Sere at all. Fortunately, Bode takes action at the critical moment. The old skeleton knocks Sere down with one punch. At this time, Bo Luo
Ge has already been bathed in blood.
After that, Boluogo washed himself several times, but there was still a strange blood smell on his body. When he was in the Order Bureau, he was asked by Jeffrey if the blood was made into perfume.
Boluogo suspected that another reason why the female Night Tribe in front of him felt familiar with him was because of Sere's blood. After all, it was the blood of a Night Tribe lord. It was normal for her to have some residual power.
Thinking of this, Boluogo thought of another question. To this day, he still doesn't know what level of Sublime Master these people in the Immortal Club are.
"Vellelis..."
The woman whispered this ancient surname. After pondering for a moment, she smiled slightly and said, "I haven't heard this surname for a long time."
The next moment, the woman's eyes became piercing, and the charming aura was no longer, but instead turned into a piercing murderous intention. Boluo Ge's skin felt like being pricked by needles, and there was a slight tingling sensation.
"Can I know your friend's name?"
"I'm a newcomer."
Boluogo didn't have the slightest fear, but took advantage of women.
The woman stopped talking, but she didn't expect that she would be blackmailed by Boluo Ge.
Looking back now, the conversation between the two was simply weird. I had the idea of a love showdown, and I played chess with Boluogo several times, but Boluogo never thought about this at all. This guy was thinking of ways to make himself a hero from the beginning.
his tour guide.
"Flesh and blood... a technology for creating life."
The hazy pink atmosphere was gone. Boluogo had ruined the woman's mood. She was too lazy to pretend to be flattering and said coldly.
"Those lunatics created deformed flesh and blood, and gave this flesh and blood extremely strong fusion and regeneration properties. Of course, this flesh and blood does not have consciousness, and more of it just follows the biological instinct of the wail."
A bit of disgust flashed in the woman's eyes, and the meat ball on the high platform was still wailing, as if its existence was a kind of extreme pain.
The sound was a bit too disturbing. The host took a tranquilizer and injected it into the flesh repeatedly to quiet it down. At the same time, the audience bid fiercely.
"You want it so much, what's the use of it?" Boluogo continued to ask.
"Healing, no matter how serious the physical injury is, as long as it is placed in it, it can be cured after a period of time, and even injuries such as broken limbs can be cured."
The woman said, pointing to the organs spread over the mass of flesh.
"Did you see it? In fact, when it was first born, it was used as a spare parts reserve for human organs, and its fusion and regeneration properties are very good. If you cut the flesh ball and put the injured person in, his flesh and blood will blend with the flesh.
Together with the group leader, wait until the recovery is almost complete and then cut the injured person from the fleshy mass.
As for the problem of amputated limbs, while it coexists with the injured person, it will use the injured person's flesh and blood to grow. It can be said that the organs growing on it will be the injured person's organs and can be directly used for surgery."
"Oh? Is that so?" Bologg was unmoved, and then he said, "It sounds like eternal blood."
"Do you still know about eternal blood?"
Boluogo became mysterious in the woman's eyes, arousing her full curiosity.
"I'm not as ignorant as you think," said Burlogo.
"Then do you know the difference between it and the methods of the Orangutan Sect?"
The woman asked again, this time Bologg was speechless, and the woman burst into laughter as if she had defeated Bologg.
She didn't hang on to Boluogo, she said frankly after laughing a few times.
"The blood of immortality comes from the power of the Scarlet Matron. It has been evil and impure from the beginning. When you use it to heal your flesh and blood, you will also be noticed by the Scarlet Matron... Are you willing to be so terrifying?
Do you care about its existence?"
The woman's rhetorical question made Boluogo feel chilled. The coldness came from the scar-like handprints on his chest.
"Then why do you need it? As an immortal Night Clan, this thing is useless to you, right?" Boluogo counterattacked.
The woman's various reactions at the beginning revealed her thoughts. She was also very interested in this flesh and blood spawn. Maybe her trip tonight was just for it.
"Huh? It can't be said to be useless," the woman said with a distressed expression, "but its blood can be used for food. With it, it can feed a large group of night tribes."
The woman showed a playful expression and stated again to Boluogo.
