Chapter seven hundred and forty sixth you are the god
Chapter 746 You are my god
They were a pair of eyes that were not human at all. The whites of the eyes accounted for three-quarters of the entire eyeball. There was a light red vertical pupil in the center of the eyeball, just like the pupil of a feline in broad daylight. The old foreigner had just opened his eyes.
When I opened my eyes, I squinted reflexively. After adjusting to the light from the outside world, I opened them again.~~
Phew! The old foreigner named Dracula Cage stood up straight from the coffin. His two skinny claws reached forward and grabbed Wei Damao's shoulders. His eyes flashed red and he opened his mouth to bite.
His neck.
Tǐng body, shoulder buckle, bite, these three actions are done in one go, so fast that people are stunned. Wei Damao was prepared for it. The moment his shoulders were caught, he moved his palms together, and the two palms were firmly imprinted on Degu.
Pull xiōng before.
Click! Seven or eight of the ribs in front of Dracula's chest were broken in response, and the entire chest was dented in two pieces. However, he didn't notice it at all, and just quickly put his mouth on Wei Damao's neck. Two white canine teeth glowed under the light.
It's cold to the touch.
Wei Damao's palms were still pressed in front of Dracula's chest. It was already a step too late to withdraw. He could only raise his protective aura to the extreme, preparing to break out one of his sharp teeth.
Click!
Dracula, whose eyes were red, took one bite, but unexpectedly the taste was completely wrong. His breasts were cold and smelled of rust. Then his whole body was pushed out by a huge force, and his back was hit.
Pasted on the cold gold wall tiles, maintaining the mural posture.
Xu Qing held a meter-and-a-half-long English sword with both hands, and cut the blade across Dracula's mouth, leaving him hanging on the wall.
Woo hoo - Dracula's cheek was cut in half, but there was no blood in the scene. Not a drop of blood flowed out from the wound, but with a little more strength, Xu Qing could pull off half of his head and cut it off.
At this moment, he was like a puppet nailed to the wall, and he could only wave his hands in vain.
Xu Qing held the sword in both hands, looked at Dracula's constricted pupils, and said in proficient English: "No matter what you are, if you do mischief again, I will split you in two with one sword, and then throw you out to sunbathe, understand?"
"
Dracula's eyes flashed red, he let out two low moans in his throat, and his two waving arms hung down obediently, as if he had chosen to compromise.
Xu Qing took a step back and pulled out the long sword that was cut across the guy's mouth. Dracula's body had no support and he slid down the wall limply. He knelt on his knees and gasped for breath. The blood in his body was now
The blood had long since dried up, and even the wounds could not be healed. It was as if all the strength had been drained from the body. He didn't even have the energy to stand up, and could only breathe air.
As a noble fourth-generation vampire, Dracula has suffered the greatest misfortune in the past forty years. First, he was chased by the Templars from the Vatican for most of the world. He was seriously injured and killed three opponents, but he was beaten up by someone inexplicably.
He was locked up in a coffin full of garlic for forty years. He finally came out to find some blood food and was cut off half of his head with a sword. Now he can't even close his jaw and can only hold it with his palm. It's pitiful.
The hundreds of blood slaves he raised must have become fat and fat by now. Just thinking about it makes my mouth go dry!
Xu Qing held a sword in one hand and pointed it at Dracula's eyebrows, and said calmly: "Tell me, how did you come here? If you dare to fool me, I will throw you out to sunbathe."
Dracula Cage raised his head, holding his half-lost chin tightly with his palms, and whined a few times, but he couldn't even utter a complete word. He shook his head depressedly, and spoke with a
He scratched the ground with his fingers a few times, but the floor tiles were all made of gold. No matter how hard he tried, he didn't leave any scratches, let alone writing.
Xu Qing seemed to notice the embarrassment of this guy, and turned to Wei Damao who was standing aside and said, "Please go out and find some paper and pen, and let him write something."
Wei Damao responded and quickly walked out of the treasure house. The long sword in Xu Qing's hand rested on Dracula's shoulder. This would save effort, and secondly, if this guy dared to play tricks, he could be cut off with one sword.
The thing around his neck made Xu Qing feel an inexplicable disgust towards this kind of alien that sucked human blood, so naturally he would not give him a good look.
Dracula Cage concentrated his mind and raised his head to look at the Chinese warrior with the sword on his neck. He didn't know why he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy and a faint pressure in his heart, as if he was looking at the other person for more power.
The pressure will increase a bit. This feeling is very familiar... He quickly sorted out his memory and thought about it. Suddenly, his whole body trembled, and he thought of a god-like name!
How is it possible? How could the Chinese warrior in front of him be like him? Oh my God! This is impossible... Dracula Cage stared at Xu Qing blankly, his eyes turning from shock to fanaticism, and finally to infinite admiration.
Ignoring the sword pressed against his neck, he lowered his head and crawled on the ground. He ignored his cracked chin and crawled forward with a whine in his mouth.
At this moment, Dracula had only one thought in his mind, touching his feet, hoping that the supreme God of Blood could forgive his blasphemy. In the eyes of God, he was humble and insignificant, just like a grain of dust in the air.
Xu Qing was also stunned by this sudden turn of events. He subconsciously raised the long sword in his hand, intending to chop off the head of this strange vampire if he dared to take one step closer.
Dracula Cage was completely indifferent to life and death. He dragged his scarred body forward and crawled forward. His teeth were knocked to the ground by his overturned jaw. A pale mouth stick came out with him.
Woo hoo hoo - the vampire whimpered in his throat like an old worm, moving his body forward inch by inch with difficulty. He did not dare to crawl too fast, because it was a blasphemy to the god of blood!
Xu Qing froze on the spot with his long sword held high, but did not slash down for a long time. The vampire in front of him suddenly seemed to have lost his mind and crawled to him religiously. It didn't look like he wanted to bite anyone, but
He still couldn't help but took two steps back, and stabbed the long sword on the ground with his backhand.
"Stop, otherwise don't blame me for being stupid..." Just in the middle of saying the harsh words, Dracula Cage crawled over again desperately, whining and calling, like a little dog on the way to meet its owner.
A dog, if he had a tail, would definitely wag it.
"Help...Master..." Wei Damao's shocked voice came from the door. He was holding a brand new notepad and a pen in his hand, but the scene he saw in front of him made him completely dumbfounded. That man was going to die.
The vampire struggled to crawl forward with excitement on his face, his teeth clicking on the ground, while the young gang leader was retreating step by step, clearly holding a long sword in his hand and reluctant to use it. This situation