"Tsk tsk, American high school girls are just open. Look at the ******, they are almost blooming on their waists!" In the woods beside the playground of Sun Valley Middle School, a vulgar man commented on the group of young and dancing girls on the playground in a vulgar tone.

"Although you don't understand what you are saying, your tone and expression on your face tell me that those words must not be very gentleman!" Next to him, a gentleman in a windbreaker said in English.

"And, there is no one now, I'll just say that in front of outsiders, I'm also a person who values ​​identity. But to be honest, I really can't see that the girl named Buffy has anything special. Why did you, a century-old vampire, be stunned?" Duan Minghui said in English instead. Not to mention, after getting along with Angel for the past few days, his English was becoming less and less likely, and he also brought a little "noble accent" in English - British accent.

"I didn't fall for her, I just wanted to help her." Angel corrected.

"Hey, sooner or later. Tell me what do you think is attractive to you? Which of your two lovers is better than her? In terms of knowledge and temperament, is it because she is tired of eating a big meal and wants to try wild vegetables? Such a young girl can only be regarded as an appetizing wild vegetable." Duan Minghui said Balabara. Angel looked helpless. If possible, he would never want to walk with such a talkative and crazy foreigner.

"Is this your prophecy to me?" he asked.

"What?" Duan Minghui, who was talking to himself, did not react for a moment.

"Are you predicting that I will fall in love with this slayer? Even though she is just a teenage high school girl?" Angel asked with a serious face.

"Prophecy? No, this is not my prophecy, but your destiny. Destiny destined that you and her will be entangled. This is the will of the world, no one can resist, uh, that should be like this." Duan Minghui suddenly thought of what would happen to the world if he killed Angel or the heroine named Buffy now? Should he continue to operate normally without any impact? Or would he instantly shatter and erase himself who destroyed the entire plot at will? You must know that there are gods and demons in this world. In terms of world level, it is much higher than the martial arts planes he has experienced before.

"Is that true?" Angel murmured, turning his head to look at the cheerleaders of the high school girl who were dancing hotly on the playground a hundred meters away, with a blurred look.

"No? Is this guy fallen in love with Buffy because of my prophecy? Or is my prophecy triggering a certain condition, so the game plot automatically unfolding? What is the operating mechanism of these dream worlds? Not only are the fates of the characters in these worlds not autonomous, but even the personal will is involuntarily? Then what about me? Is my thoughts free or are they also affected by some external will without knowing it?" Duan Minghui felt the colder the more he thought about it.

"Hey, are you okay?" A powerful hand slapped his shoulder, interrupting the tremor of his body. Angel, who saw him suddenly in a daze and trembling body, subconsciously patted him.

"It's okay, thank you." He thanked, but his body took a step back in seclusion and got rid of Angel's hand. He wasn't sure if he would suddenly go wild and twist his neck, just as he had thought about killing him and Buffy before.

"She is the 'Choose Daughter', the one who is destined to save the world. I have committed too many sins. If I want to atone for my sins, the best way is to help her." Angel said almost to himself.

"Who told you this?" Duan Minghui, who got rid of the attack of the inner demon, asked.

"Whistler, one of my devil friends." Angel looked at him, then turned his head to look at the special girl a hundred meters away, and said in his mouth.

"A demon tells a vampire who wants to atone for helping an exorcist apprentice? This screenwriter has a really big brain." Duan Minghui murmured in a low voice.

"What?" Angel turned to ask him.

"Nothing." He changed the subject, "By the way, does your little lover Drusllia hate me for not being able to rescue her from your claws?"

"Drusllia? I haven't seen her for more than a hundred years. She should be with Dara and Spike now. Oh, sorry, I'm a little distracted. Your question, well, I don't remember a little, we should have rarely talked about you. But I can't remember it a little, the experience of hiding in the New York sewer has seriously damaged my memory. I can't remember many things in the past." Angel said calmly.

"Don't this confuse you? I mean, disappointed in memory." Duan Minghui had completely recovered from the palpitations of the invasion of the inner demons and asked curiously.

"No, forgetting is not confusion, but gift. You humans will not understand this." Angel waved his hand impatiently, and then he realized that the person in front of him was not a strict "human" in the sense of the word, "Oh, maybe you are."

"Forget it, let's not talk about these heavy topics. The sun is so beautiful, but we two old men are talking about these boring topics and don't understand life. Let's talk about women, uh girls? Which one of those cheerleader girls do you think looks good? Well, of course, besides your Buffy?" Duan Minghui suggested.

Angel looked at the gloomy sky, paused for a while before saying, "I still prefer girls with traditional European women characteristics. Those mixed-race girls are not that pretty."

"Haha, it turns out that you are still a racist, I didn't expect it!" Duan Minghui teased. "But to be honest, these undeveloped girls really don't arouse my interest. I still prefer those more mature ones - hey, it seems that your kind is coming."

Angel looked in the direction of his eyes, and after a while, he faintly smelled the scent of his fellow men. He glanced at his companions around him deeply. The latter looked indifferent and was still commenting on the group of high school students on the playground.

"Ao--" A group of ugly and hungry vampires rushed towards the two of them, and they suddenly stopped when they were about to reach Angel. They were all the lowest vampires who had just changed. It was not until then that they faintly realized that the tall white man in front of them had a similar smell, and it seemed to have a high level. This made them hesitate, so they turned their eyes to the yellow man on the other side.

"Yeah, you look so handsome, why do all your kind look so disgusting? Can't they show their true colors as they were in their lifetime? Do you have to show off such an ugly face? Do you want to scare people or disgusting people to death?" Duan Minghui mocked harshly.

Angel didn't want to answer him, but after thinking about it, he explained to him patiently: "This is the state when we prey. In this state, our strength, speed, agility, and resistance to strike can be significantly improved. We usually show ourselves as normal. After all, we vampires have always been known for their elegance among dark creatures."

"Just that stench on you is still elegant? Forget it, you can deal with these ugly guys. I don't want to dirty my hands." The mean Dongfang companion said as sarcastically as ever.

"Okay." Angel nodded. He knew that he wanted to fully evaluate his strength, but could not refuse. His dark career for more than two hundred years had long learned to obey the strong.

He didn't even take off his windbreaker, let alone deformed. He rushed up, punched and kicked, and knocked four vampires who rushed in front to the ground. However, he was not careful, but was hit by the fifth vampire in the back of the head. The thick wooden stick was broken into two pieces, but his head was not even broken. The vampire who knocked Angel with the wooden stick flew up and broke two small trees and a tombstone, but he punched him in a little anger.

"The power is good, but the way of fighting is too rough, right? Are you Westerners not talking about fighting skills? Just fight and fight one after another, it's too low-level, right?" Duan Minghui, who was standing beside him, sat on the tombstone with his legs crossed his head.

The remaining vampires looked at each other and turned around and ran away! Angel did not chase them, but took the wooden stick that was broken into two pieces in his hand, and stabbed the hearts of the vampires who were knocked down by him one by one, and killed them. After a while, the vampires on the ground turned into piles of ashes, which were blown by the night wind and scattered.

A strong wind blew the ashes blowing towards Duan Minghui to the opposite direction. Angel glanced at him and said nothing.

"How about it? How about killing similar people with your own hands?" Duan Minghui asked.

Angel patted the dust on the windbreaker, expressionless, "Don't tell me you are writing a book about vampire psychological investigation. Because I don't think such a book will sell well."

"Haha, you guys are also joking. Don't worry, I won't do such stupid things. I'm working hard and can't make money! I just want to satisfy my little curiosity. If you don't want to answer, just forget it." Duan Minghui waved his hand. Then he looked at the messy cemetery in the woods, "Isn't this a school? Why are there such a large cemetery on campus? No wonder there are so many vampires."

"There are so many vampires here not because of the cemetery, but because the entire Sun Valley is above the gate of Hell. These miscellaneous soldiers are infected by the overflowing breath of hell, and they appear on earth." Angel explained.

"Hey, aren't you vampires passed on through your bloodline? When can you become vampires even if you are infected by the breath of hell?" Duan Minghui asked in confusion.

"The inheritance through the 'first embrace' is the traditional inheritance method of vampires, but it is not the only way. Vampires with strong Counts or above can also directly convert a large number of subordinates in a short time through blood infection. The vampires who have passed the 'first embrace' are the descendants of his 'god', and these infected vampires can only be considered servants and cannot be included in the vampires' inheritance genealogy." Angel explained patiently.

"Oh, that's it." Duan Minghui suddenly said, and then suddenly asked, "What about you, what is your strength?"

"I was a viscount at the peak, but because I haven't drunk human blood for a long time, I have now fallen to the mid-stage baron level." Angel said calmly. He knew that he was not a match for the Eastern Wizard in front of him even at the peak, so he was not afraid to reveal his bottom.

"What about them?" Duan Minghui tilted his mouth everywhere.

"They?" Angel felt a little uncomfortable and called his kind by "they" instead of "they", but he still replied: "If it is not as good as the average human being, it is more powerful than ordinary human beings. In fact, as long as human beings are brave enough and have weapons, it is not difficult to destroy them." He used the name "they" intentionally or unintentionally.

However, his little thoughts obviously failed, because Duan Minghui could not hear the dissatisfaction he expressed in secret, "Oh, that's it. By the way, how strong are themasters of your Orelius family? What are their abilities?"

"Our Orilius's patriarch is the Count's strength. In addition to being stronger in physical ability, he also has the ability to control the mind and fly into a crow. In fact, the greatest ability of our vampires is "immortality". As long as the heart is not completely destroyed, no matter how much injury is, they can heal themselves. The higher the level, the stronger the vampire, the faster the speed of self-recovery." Angel explained. The rugby game on the playground was over, and a group of high school students began to leave. Angel looked for the familiar figure in the crowd. I wonder if it was influenced by the prophecy of the Eastern wizard. After a while, he disappeared from the girl named Buffy, and he was a little impatient and eager.

"What about you? Can you control your mind and turn into a crow?" Duan Minghui noticed his expression change, but was not mentally aware of their emotional entanglements, and focused on asking the topics he was interested in.

"No, I'm just a little better physical fitness than ordinary people, my patience and recovery are higher than ordinary people." Angel watched the girl walk away, feeling lost.

"Oh, the time is almost over, I have to leave." Duan Minghui jumped off the high tombstone and said to Angel who was not in high spirits, "Finally, I would like to give you a piece of advice. Don't sleep with your beloved girl, otherwise both of you will be in pain!"

"What?" Angel was not sure about what he was about to ask again, but suddenly he found that the mysterious companion of the Eastern Wizard suddenly disappeared in front of him!

"Is he actually a great wizard who knows space magic?" Angel said in horror.
Chapter completed!