"What do you want to do?" Vivian took a step back, a look of caution in her eyes.
Weston didn't say anything. The wand shot out a white light and hit Vivian directly. With a soft sound, Vivian's dress changed into a brand new look.
Looking at Vivian with her eyes closed and the look of despair on her face, Weston didn't know what to say.
"Am I okay?" Vivian opened her eyes and looked at Weston blankly.
"Something's wrong, take a look and see if there's anything missing!" Weston said in a sinister tone, "I might die in the next second!"
After being ridiculed by Weston, Vivian felt relieved, snorted coldly, and said nothing else.
Seeing Weston still walking forward with the bottle of water of life and death, Vivian quickly opened her arms to stop him.
"Madam, I think you shouldn't overestimate my patience!" Weston narrowed his eyes, "Or do you think you have enough ability to stop me?"
"Although I have no intention of being an enemy of the Dracula family, I'm not afraid of you. I just don't want to cause trouble. Do you understand?"
"Get out of the way, I don't want to say it a second time!" Weston said coldly, exactly like Snape.
"Can we let those curling-winged demons go?" Vivian looked at him and said this.
"Sorry, they blocked my way!" Weston shook his head, and then looked at Vivian suspiciously, "But what does those group of winged demons have to do with you?"
Vivian opened her mouth and said it anyway: "They are my pets!"
What the fuck? Weston's eyes suddenly widened.
No wonder this little girl didn't show up earlier or later, but she showed up just when he saw the Curling Wing Demon. No wonder she had some tricks up her sleeve...
This time it made sense! Most of Weston's doubts were cleared up at once, and then his expression became playful.
"Ms. Vivian," Weston looked at her with a smile, "I think if I didn't touch your pets, would I be equivalent to saving them? You just attacked me, and I didn't kill them either.
You, on the other hand, let you go and repaired your skirt, does that mean I saved you? Should you give me some reward?"
Vivian was stunned, staring straight at Weston's smiling face, her mouth opening and closing, but no words came out.
"I know you want to thank me. It doesn't matter, as long as you give me half of the Winged Demon!" Weston waved his hand, which seemed to be scolding Fang Qiu.
"Little brother, has anyone ever said that your shameless look is cute?" Vivian suddenly smiled charmingly and said this.
"No, how is it possible!" Weston denied flatly, "Think about it, with my strength, I can't get what I want, right? Moreover, you can't stop me, I can definitely use these things
Take away all the curling-winged demons and slowly tame them!"
"Then why don't you do this? The Winged Demon will only follow one master in his life!" Vivian looked at Weston's performance in amusement.
"That's not important!" Weston shook his head, "As long as you want to do something, there is always a way! But, we are friends after all, we can't embarrass you, can we?"
"Friend?" An inexplicable meaning flashed in Vivian's eyes, and she chuckled, "Little Weston, you are exactly the same as those profiteers now!"
"Don't say that! This is just a gift of gratitude to your friend!" Weston said with a smile, "I think what I said is what you think!"
Vivian rolled her eyes speechlessly, her red lips slightly opened, and a sharp whistle came from her little cherry mouth.
After a while, one after another, the curled-winged demons fluttered their wings like butterflies and slowly flew over.
As soon as Vivian stretched out her hand, the curling-winged demons turned into spherical shapes like stones and fell into the white palm.
Weston roughly counted, and there were at least twenty curling-winged demons! The stone balls transformed by the curling-winged demons covered Vivian's hand.
Vivian looked at Weston, took a deep breath, stretched out her hand and separated out more than ten, and handed them to Weston.
"Take it quickly, otherwise I will regret it soon!" Vivian put her head aside, her words full of reluctance.
Weston naturally knew how precious this was, so he took it directly without saying anything, and then carefully put it into his own seamless stretch bag.
"Thank you very much, Ms. Vivian!" Weston was in a good mood after receiving the unexpected reward. He smiled and waved to Vivian, "Then, I'll leave first! Goodbye!"
"Wait!" Vivian took a deep breath and stopped Weston again, "Are you just leaving like that?"
"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Weston looked at Vivian in confusion.
"Shouldn't you say something to me?"
"What did you say?" Weston asked, and then suddenly realized, "Ah, um, thank you! If there is such a good thing next time, you can come to me again!"
When Vivian heard this, she almost exploded on the spot. She took a deep breath and managed to calm down: "You can take the curled-winged demon away, but you must agree to one condition!"
When Weston heard this, his face turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "Madam, I think you should know what you are talking about!"
"I know!" Vivian nodded.
Weston looked at her red pupils and slowly uttered one word: "Sorry!"
Sometimes in the magical world, you can't even tell others their names, let alone blood. In other words, if someone wants to harm Weston and has a drop of blood, there are simply too many things that can be manipulated!
After all, the curse magic in black magic requires this kind of medium. Curses are famous for being weird and difficult, and everyone has to guard against them!
Although Weston also knows that it is basically impossible for Vivian to use his magic to cast spells. After all, there are very few vampires who can use magic. Even so, Weston cannot bet on the one ten thousandth
.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm!" Vivian said solemnly, "But for some reason, I always have an inexplicable feeling that drinking your blood will be of great benefit to me!"
"Really?" Weston looked at her suspiciously.
Vivian nodded without any dodge in her eyes.
Is that so... Weston silently considered the question of whether it was worth it or not. After thinking for a while, he nodded: "Okay, but you can only take it in front of me!"
Vivian nodded repeatedly, with a heavy look of joy on her face.
Weston stretched out his wand, flicked it casually, and the wand turned into a thin sword. With a stroke on his hand, a drop of blood appeared on his fingertips.
Vivian didn't need to remind her, she ducked to Weston's side, directly picked up Weston's hand, and even put the blood-stained finger into her mouth.
Weston instantly felt something cold and soft wrapping his fingers...