Wei Damao suddenly came to his senses, rushed forward and kicked Dracula on the waist, causing the guy to roll over two meters away. Xu Qing could clearly hear two teeth-piercing sounds.
There was an acid cracking sound, and even without looking, you would know that the poor old vampire must have had a few more ribs broken by kicks.
Wuwu - Dracula let out a few mournful sounds, turned over and crawled this way again, not caring about breaking a few more ribs. His gradually recovering nerves made his damned body feel pain, but he still had to endure it.
I crawled forward tenaciously, no matter what, I had to reach the instep of God.
Xu Qing couldn't figure out why this fierce old vampire suddenly behaved uncharacteristically. He took two steps back, turned to Wei Damao, who was also confused, and said: "Damn, I'm so evil today, take the paper
Give him the pen."
Wei Damao hurried forward and knelt down, pushed the paper and pen in his hand forward, and said in a deep voice: "The gang leader said, write down what you want to say." The old man spoke pure English, which really shocked Xu Qing.
For a moment.
Dracula Cage whined twice, and sure enough he stopped and crawled forward. He lay on the ground and grabbed a pen with trembling hands, and just like that he wrote a few lines of Chinese. They have lived together for thousands of years, no matter what it is.
Xiōng is well versed in all the writings of a country, and it can be said that he is a universal translator who knows everything from ancient times to the present.
After writing it, Wei Damao stepped forward, picked it up and took a look. His expression suddenly became strange. He shook his head and handed the notebook to the young gang leader.
Xu Qing took the book and looked at it. It read, Great God of Blood, Dracula is your humblest servant. I will spend my life making up for the offense I have done to you... At the end, he wrote a line of small words, please
Have pity on your humble servant and reward him with some animal blood. Only after he has repaired his humble body can he serve his master!
It didn't look like he was lying between the lines. Xu Qing frowned and threw the notebook away: "Why do you call me the God of the Blood Tribe? Write it down clearly."
Dracula immediately wrote quickly, and after a while he finished it and held it to his head. Wei Damao took it and handed it to Xu Qing. This time he consciously did not read it first.
Xu Qing took the book and glanced at it. There was a paragraph written on it, to the effect that he had the blood of Cain and was a second-generation vampire. He could also be said to be the god of all vampires in the world. It was God who was lucky enough to be his servant.
Favor for Dracula Cage.
Cain's bloodline? Xu Qing was confused, but he still ordered Wei Damao to get a few bags of blood as soon as possible. If not, get some live chickens, ducks, rabbits, etc., so that the vampire could be full of water.
Dracula understood Xu Qing's words and kowtowed vigorously with a face full of excitement. He fell to the ground every time, and even the soft thing under his crotch rubbed against the pure gold floor tiles.
Ground whip.
This guy held his chin up and smiled at the God of Blood with a fawning look on his face, showing out two long canine teeth. When Xu Qing saw these two long canine teeth, an idea flashed in his mind. He remembered the charity auction in the capital.
The strange tusk of unknown origin that I got from the machine seems to have a drop of blood in it. Could it be the blood of Cain?
In fact, the canine tooth that Xu Qing got was not Cain's tooth, but the tooth of the Drought Demon. Legend has it that she was the daughter of the Yellow Emperor, and she was also a creature on the Chinese land that was as famous as the vampires, a zombie.
Drought Demon is the ancestor of zombies. According to legend, she is so powerful that she can slay the dragon Drought Sky and extradite the god of plague. She is more than a hundred times stronger than the ancestor of the blood race in the West. There is a drop of essence hidden in Drought Demon's tooth.
The coercion emanating from this drop of blood can make Dracula, the fourth generation of vampires, worship him as a god.
About a quarter of an hour later, Wei Damao walked in with a foam box in his hand. He could smell a faint smell of blood from a distance. Xu Qing scanned it with his clairvoyant eyes and found that it was full of bags.
Blood, and the blood type and various information are also marked on the bag. This is obviously human blood obtained from the hospital blood bank!
Wei Damao threw the box in front of Dracula and said angrily: "Fresh human blood, you are not picky, are you?"
Dracula's eyes were bright. He shook his head and quickly opened the box. He took out a blood bag, tore it open and poured it into his neck. Because his jaw was temporarily useless, he could only pour the plasma into it.
Then go down the neck to the stomach pouch.
Xu Qing was a little curious and asked Wei Damao in a low voice: "Where did this blood come from?"
"I bought it. These days, even bear bile can survive, and using money to buy a few packs of plasma is not enough." These plasmas were indeed bought with money in a serious manner.
These days, anyone who can afford to go overseas is the father, and those who have two empty bags are the grandchildren. The hospital sends out a voluntary blood donation truck every day, so maybe what Dracula drank was voluntary blood donation.
Dracula only drank blood, and he didn't dare to compliment him on the speed. He only drank ten blood bags for about five minutes. He wiped his mouth and reached out to the foam box.
Strange to say, Dracula seemed to be full of strength after drinking more than a dozen blood bags. He raised his hand and closed his chin. In less than ten minutes, all the injuries on his body were healed, and even his chin grew back.
, now I can finally have a close chat with the god of blood in my heart.
Xu Qing was amazed by Dracula's strong healing ability. The injury just now was only half a step away from choking, and it took less than ten minutes to recover as before. The most difficult thing is
What I believe is that after drinking more than ten bags of blood, all the cells in this guy's body seemed to have regained their vitality. All the wrinkled skin and flesh became elastic, and even his face became dozens of years younger, turning into a thirty-year-old man.
The appearance of young people up and down.
Blond and blue-eyed, his face is as handsome as the hero in Titanic, with a high nose and thin mouth, and eyes as bright as stars. He looks like even Leonardo would be ashamed of himself. Xu Qing witnessed this magical scene with his own eyes.
There was even an urge to drink that drop of Cain's blood.
Dracula Cage stuck out his tongue and wiped away the remaining blood on the corner of his chest. He smiled and took two steps forward. He knelt down in front of Xu Qing and said in standard Chinese: "The supreme master, the fourth generation vampire duke."
Dracula Cage pledges his allegiance to you, please accept your humblest servant!"
Xu Qing pretended to be serious and said: "Tell me, how did you end up in the coffin? I don't want to hear a lie."
Dracula's eyes flashed, and he lowered his head and told the whole story in a concise manner, from when he was chased by the twelve holy knights in the Vatican to when he was inexplicably locked in a coffin... The guy's voice became...
It's very magnetic, and it makes people feel like they are in the spring breeze when they speak. Maybe it's just an illusion!