It seemed that a century had passed, and the people on the ground finally moved, slowly opening their eyes, and a red light flashed across their dark eyes and quickly disappeared.

He looked at the surrounding environment in a daze and found that there were only two colors of gray and white. He raised his hand in front of him, with shock, confusion and astonishment in his eyes. Yan Ziqi quickly stood up from the ground, and when she saw the person in the mirror, she was deeply stunned.

The face in the mirror is still so handsome, and the originally healthy complexion becomes as crystal clear as jade, not as pale.

His eyes did not change at all, his teeth did not change at all, and even his body temperature did not change at all. His hearing seemed to be better than before. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of a hundred miles in a radius. His already keen sense of smell was becoming more and more exaggerated at this moment. He smelled all kinds of strange smells and couldn't help but hold his breath.

His handsome eyebrows were slightly condensed, and he felt the discomfort carefully, slowly trying to accept everything that happened.

He frowned and stood quietly in the mirror for a long time. The thought in his heart appeared again. He reached out to try to feel something else, but found that the quilt on the table had fallen into his hands.

He turned around and was about to go out, but who knew that the force was not controlled well and hit the wall directly. When he stood up and looked up, the white tiles with silver patterns had broken into small pieces, one small piece, and the middle part was directly powdered.

This time, he took a step back gently and turned his head stiffly to look at the person in the mirror.

His fair forehead was without any scars, and his cold eyes were a little confused, and he couldn't see through the depth of his eyes. He slowly raised his right hand, looked at his palm without any change, staring blankly, at a loss.

Is it a blood clan's characteristic?

Has he been transformed into a blood clan?

Did the little stimulation and the skin that was cut by the vampire make him evolve?

Yan Ziqi wanted to laugh very much, and his heart was very complicated. He didn't know how to describe his current state. It was like walking on the road late at night, hit by lightning, and waking up and finding that he had obtained supernatural powers.

When he was a child, he had a sense of smell that was beyond ordinary people and felt that he was talented. Now when he looked back, he realized that everything seemed to be a sign of signs.

He is obviously a human, he has never come into contact with any strange creatures, and he is almost no different from Dabao.

However, Ranran was born with a spiritual sense, and he was born with a sense of smell that was different from ordinary people. Dabao's talent for numbers was nothing surprising compared to the two of them.

Is everything destined to be in the dark and destined to take this path so that it is like this?

"You mean you don't know?" Yan Ziji's tone was faintly disappointed, and she was so concealed that she was not discovered by Que'er at all.

Que'er nodded: "I don't know either. Logically speaking, your blood clan has no soul!"

"You?" Yan Ziqi keenly grabbed the suspicious point in Que'er's mouth.

"Well, to be precise, I was forced to do anything to be transformed at that time, otherwise I would not have survived. But the ability of the blood clan is not as good as my natural bloodline. I just have many skills of the blood clan."

Que'er said it was quite tangled.
Chapter completed!