Chapter 21: desire

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The hammering of the mallet and the judge's judgment sounded in this space called the courtroom.
Ravench was pulled up by the people around him, and the cross representing the law was tilted at this time. These people seemed to be too lazy to drag this matter related to one's life into the afternoon. The two hunters smiled helplessly and were rudely pushed out of court. Next, they will be sent back to the black room, and then at the beginning of the autumn that represents the harvest, they will be offered the last dinner.
regret? Ravench can only blame himself for seeing the wrong person. He did not expect that James Lance, the son of the most prestigious general in the Federation, would be mixed with a vampire and werewolf. This country, in the most unlikely moment, the most unlikely state of Massa, has fallen.
If you can, Rivenchi hopes to kill the vampire who can walk in the sun in a cruel way, and strip the werewolf's cursed skin!
"Do you really want this? I heard your wish."
Unforeseen, in the noisy court corridor, the spotlight flashing in the reporter's hands, and a pair of cold eyes, this strange voice is so clear! Rui Wenqi's body was pulled and pushed. He walked passively, but with doubt in his eyes, he looked around for where the sound came from.
"Ready, Spella's son. Ha ha."
Rui Wenqi's pupil shrunk, his head deflected, and his eyes crossed the chaotic crowd. He inherited his father's body to allow his eyes to be above the head, and faced the woman wearing a shawl with complicated patterns, that was in the witness stand The upper finger said the woman who "he left the house when he was sixteen".
Spira Blast closed her eyes, her eyelashes squeezed between her eyelids trembling, and she couldn't look directly at each other's eyes. She best understands Papa ’s unusually equivalent exchange at midnight. You want to save one son and exchange it for another. So when she wanted to save Ryan's soul, she drew a terminator for Ravenci's future.
There was a clear trace on Rivenchi's face. He kept thinking about why Connor's body would return to the scene. Now he has the answer. Although he did n’t inherit Silkela ’s witchcraft lineage, Rivenchi was still her bloodline, and he still knew the ‘life’ hidden in the sun in this world! This tiny connection made a certain 'ancestor' find him. Bayi? ★ ▲ Chinese? Wen Wang www.8.1zw.com ▲
Unable to see more of the other scenes, his body was forcibly pushed forward. At the end of the corridor, the bright sunlight at noon covered everyone. After a brief adaptation, Ravenc already saw the car pulled away by the prison guards outside the crowd.
A man dressed in old formal clothes seems to be a bit different from others. He is not a hungry-thirsty reporter who wants to get the impression of a person destined to die. Curious onlookers.
With anxiety on his face, he squeezed through the crowd, and the obvious thickness of the glasses was squeezed out by the surrounding crowd. The man seemed to scold something, but the chaotic flow quickly made his glasses disappear under the footsteps.
The man was even more anxious, his arched shoulders pushing the people around him, squeezing forward desperately, his squinted eyes staring at the string of numbers on Ravenci ’s chest, holding a pen in his hand, pushing and pushing Tried to write down the meaningless number that represented Ravenc's identity in prison.
What is this guy doing? Ravenc's thinking ‘goes away’ at strange times.
"Nine, six ..." Wells' body was pushed away by his side. "I did-you-fuck!" Wells was angry! There was a blur in his eyes, and the numbers printed on the light blue background were far away from him! Like an angry cat, he rammed left and right towards the crowd pushing him away, savagely pulling away the reporter who was in front of him, chasing the prisoner who was taken away by the police!
This is his number! He can't let this string of numbers go away from himself! This is his only chance to get this string of numbers!
He can find the name of the prisoner and the identity of the prisoner, but he will never have the opportunity to obtain a string of numbers that will only exist in prison! This is his winning number!
Please understand the extremes of Wells' thinking now.
It all started when he came home yesterday!
He pushed open the door and thought everything would be the same as usual. He would watch the end of the 'Cook Kitchen' while the chubby Cook showed himself the results of the hour, then Wells stared at the TV, chewing on the dry and cold overnight pizza, and was obsessed with it in his heart. -One day, as soon as he gets home, the food on TV will appear on his dining table!
He thought so, but the facts subverted his worldview.八 ●? 一 ▼ Chinese ▲ Www.81zw.com? He received inexplicable instructions that all the retail stores in his neighborhood were swept away by him. Scratch music's five-dollar winning ticket was caught in his hands, making him have to believe that there are some mysterious powers in this world!
So, he chose to believe the stranger who was still wearing a mask and sunglasses at night!
"Do you want to get rid of your present life? Do you want to win the real prize? Do you want to have your own business?"
"I think!"
"Very good, do what I say."
This is the turning point in Wells's self-righteous view.
He watched the man draw his own blood, then inhaled a silver pen, and wrote the address on the sticky note next to the phone as required. After a night of excitement and anticipation, he quit his job for the first time and came here to wait!
Waiting for the number that belongs only to his grand prize.
The wait is long, but it's worth it! This string of numbers is right in front of him! He squinted desperately, stretched his neck over the arm stopped by the guard, and recorded the number combination that could change his fate.
Use stranger's blood as ink? Wells doesn't care about this! Silver fountain pen? He doesn't even care about this! He has to do everything that person said, it is related to his destiny, he does not dare to miss anything!
Cult? Under the deliberate influence of the enchanting pupil, this official business that was pushed to bait ... The civil servant would never have thought of such a thing! Because the vampire Zach hopes so, when the fish opens in the water, Wells will desperately drill inside!
Zac and Benjamin's car stopped at the corner of the street, the vampire pushed the door, and glanced at the empty car in Wales.
"It's up to you." Zac patted the werewolf.
As a person who stayed in Grande's house for nearly two weeks, his smell has long been remembered by Benjamin. A city is too big, but if it is nearby, the werewolf can definitely be found.
"Over there." Benjamin touched his nose and looked towards the back of the court. He suddenly frowned. "There are people we know."
Zac narrowed his eyes and sighed, "Rivinch." He had seen two men in prison clothes pulled out by the guards from the back door. Zac recalled the conversation with James in the morning, "This is what James is going to do today, no wonder he looks impatient."
The two walked towards the crowd.
The vampire is deliberately attached to the tall werewolf. It is now in the late spring and the climate is approaching summer. Zack has no reason to wear a wide round hat at any time, and his coat gloves are no longer timely, only one covers his eyes. Sunglasses.
It was already noon. At such a moment, Zac would never want to go out if he could. But now looking at the bait that could catch fish at any time, Zac could not bear it.
In the silver vial, the bright red ‘wine liquor’ was poured into the throat, and Zack felt a spirit and squeezed into the crowd with the werewolf.
Can not ignore the vampire's behavior of supplementing food, the crowd is too big for the vampires who are mentally depressed, this is an insurance action to prevent the vampire from losing control.
Zach squeezing forward in the crowd felt a fresh , exposed neck, excited heartbeat, and the fragrance of blood wrapped the vampire. In other words, something is covered up.
Zac's eyes curled up behind the sunglasses, looking at less than two meters away, Ravench pulled by the guards, beckoning. As for the twinkling look under the frowning eyebrow, Zac ignored it.
The werewolf's sturdy body lifted away the people around him. Wells, who was a few people away, still shrugged his shoulders, his head stretched like a turtle, and leaned against Ravenci's chest. The guard seemed to have no way to hold the guy. In addition to pushing the prisoner to scream and go faster, he could also deal with innocent citizens.
Zac put his hand on Wells's shoulder, just wanted to pull it back, but was bouncing away from Wells. The persistent guy pushed a few steps further, almost lying on the guard escorting Ravenci.
Zac had a trace of impatience. There were too many reporters in front of him. He did n’t want to be too close, but Wells ’s movement made the vampire feel a little irritable, and became more dissatisfied. , Put one hand on Wills's shoulder and forced him over ...
A scent that made the vampire hate rushed into the vampire's nose as Wells turned.
The vampire looked at the pen and paper that Wells had in his hand, and the red writing was a series of numbers "What is this ..."
The body of the strong guard was suddenly hit, and the side of the body was sharply tilted, and Ravenki's bound hands protruded under the body of the guard!
Wells looked irritably at the vampire's face and his face tightened suddenly, and there was a sharp pain in his hand!
The silver reflection was inconspicuous in the crowd, and Wells already had a book left in his hand. Rui Wenqi's face was gritty, between the palms of his hands, he held a silver pen tightly, and the dark red 'ink' wrapped the sharp nib, spurting towards the people who were blocked by the crowd. vampire!
The crowd rioted.
Under the sun, the flash of the camera burst, the sunglasses on the vampire's face flew sideways when pushed by the werewolf, and faced upwards towards the sun. The crimson pupil contracted in a moment, dull, and the black silk thread spread violently throughout Iris!
Gunshots sounded, screaming, no more selfless reporters, everyone began to fall, scattered.
Falling to the ground, Ravenci didn't even cover the bleeding wound on his chest. He slowly turned his head to look at the vampire who was pressed to the ground by a man with abnormal hair, but still twitching with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
"It's a shame, only one of your wishes came true."
In the chaotic scene, this voice still passed into the ears of hunters whose consciousness began to blur.
"There is one more, do you want to give up?"
"No." Ravenci's eyes moved upwards, from the vampire's body to the strong man who pressed him.
"Hahaha! Welcome to Papa!"