Chapter 183: Bloodline 3 (one/three)

The Kingdom of Saint Jones, as a member of the League of Seven Nations of Europe, is the only country. It is just different from the past low productivity and technological standards, which led to the people's dependence on faith, which made the church highly prestigious among the people and suppressed the kingship. Although the prestige of the Church of the Kingdom of Saint Jones is still great, it is definitely not as prestigious as the law and the king.
At this time, in the Lambert Manor of the Kingdom of St. Jones, a black car slowly stopped in front of the mansion gate inside the manor.
The car door opened, and an old man with a slightly swollen body, supported by the butler of Lambert Manor and his close maid, slowly got out of the car, a trace of nostalgia and reluctance appeared on his face full of old age spots, and then gray. The misty eyes slowly looked at the younger generation who was standing in front of the gate of the mansion to greet his children. The old man slowly nodded to them and walked towards the mansion.
At this time, the middle-aged man standing in the front of his children's younger generation stepped forward, held the old man, and said somewhat flatteringly: "Father, how come you came back from the hospital? Your body needs to be calm."
"I don't want to die in a place like a hospital. If I want to die, I have to die in this home that I built. I don't want to manage the company anymore, and I don't have the energy to manage it. No matter what you make the company like, it is your own. It’s just this family’s decision that will belong to me before I die, so no one wants to take him away!"
Listening to his father's words, the middle-aged man's eyes were dark and difficult to understand, but he grinned and said softly to the old man: "Father, what are you talking about? Your body is still very good. There is a problem, and whether it is the company or the family, it is your father, and no one can take it away."
"Hehehe, I hope so, I hope so...cough cough...cough cough cough..."
After coughing for a long time, the old man came to relieve himself. He slowly walked into the elevator step by step, and took the elevator to the fifth floor of the mansion, which belonged to him alone. He was following his old butler for many years and his fifty-something close body. Under the service of the maid, he walked to the room and sat down on the sofa against the floor-to-ceiling window. After a sigh of relief, the old man let the housekeeper and the maid leave. He looked at the manor outside the window through the floor-to-ceiling window, with muddy eyes. Full of perseverance.
"I am finally leaving this world. My life is not in vain, it is not in vain."
The old man’s mumbling voice just fell, and three black shadows suddenly shone on the window. The black shadow in the center looked at the old man and said to him:
It’s not a waste of work, but you are willing to fight for the industry for a lifetime. Is it just like that? Or do you really have no nostalgia for this world?"
Slowly raising his head, the old man looked at the three black shadows on the window, without the slightest fear, but said faintly: "How can there be no nostalgia, but I have no time, I can even feel that I am close to death. There is only one step away, and there is not much time left. As for my property, it is no longer a matter of my choice.
As for you, I don’t care who you are looking for. Your purpose is to let me change my will, or kill me directly so that my sons and daughters can divide up my property. In short, I’m the only one from death. After one step, I won't be afraid of anything, and naturally I won't be threatened by you. "
Hearing this, the three shadows in the window slowly walked out of the window, revealing the true faces of the three of them. It was Silaya, Sen, and Meng Khan.
Looking at the old man, Silaya didn't talk too much nonsense, just said to him: "Now there is a chance that you can continue to live, and even get better and better.
You can eat a lot of things you like, drink your favorite wine, and even spend a good night with many beauties. Although you have not changed, your body will look like a strong middle-aged.
In the end, you can also obtain powerful power, and your price is to become my descendant, become my master's slave, but only my master's slave!
you! how to choose? "
Listening to Siliya’s words, the old man’s muddy eyes slowly widened. He stared at Siliya, breathing fast, and said hoarsely: "Are you true? You can really let I continue to live, and even gain great strength and physique. I can do anything I want, but the only cost is to be a slave to your master?"
"Yes, your price is just that, but you have to know that if you decide to complete the transaction, then there will be no possibility of repentance from now on."
"With your strength, wouldn't it be more convenient to forcibly enslave me?"
"My master told me, if you don’t want to ~EbookFREE.me~ then don’t do anything to you, go to other people, this is my master’s treatment to you, a rare talented businessman, a self-developed Out of the respect of the elderly of such an aviation empire."
Hearing this, the old man smiled slowly and said to Silaya, "I promised. Even if you are a devil, I also promised if you want my soul. For me, as long as I can be a person His servants continued to live and continue to fulfill my unfinished dream. The price I had to pay for this transaction was really too cheap, and I have no reason not to agree.
Silaya looked at the old man, and suddenly she felt that she might have a very qualified descendant, a qualified blood race that truly met the requirements of the Zhuo Fan family!
Without any hesitation, Silaya stretched out a pair of black bat wings, and then her body trembled slightly, and her face gradually became pale. After about three or four breaths, Silaya opened her mouth and let out two drops. With a trace of purple blood suspended in the palm of her hand.
Silaya, who spit out the two drops of purple blood, had significantly reduced her strength by more than half and looked extremely tired. As she said before, Silaya who spit out the two drops of purple blood had already damaged her source.
"Now, by drinking these two drops of blood, you can get everything you want!"
While speaking, Silaya slowly passed the blood in her hand to the old man's mouth. Looking at the blood beside his mouth, the old man opened her mouth and swallowed two drops of blood without any hesitation.
As soon as the blood entered his mouth, it immediately poured into the old man’s body along his throat. The skin on the surface of the old man’s body gradually became red, and bloodshots spread rapidly from the abdomen, covering it in the blink of an eye. The whole body of the old man made the old man snorted and fell to the ground constantly shaking.