Chapter 2639

Among the blood clan, there has always been a legend of the day walker, because after Varna died, Dracula, who gained the power of his ancestor, was a day walker.

He is able to move freely in the sun, not afraid of the cross and garlic essence, and even has the ability of conceptual immortality, which is very powerful.

Many blood clans yearn for this ability very much, especially as time goes by, Dracula falls into a state of suicide and doesn't want to get involved in the world. After that, his subordinates are no longer controlled by him and have their own calculation.

Today, Dracula's status is just like that of the emperor of Zhou, that is to say, he has the name of an ancestor. The princes of all sides simply do not listen to him, so they just respect him.

In terms of his power and resources, he can't even compare with the vampire families in some rural areas of the United States. Now he has only one castle, three wives, a band and a hundred soldiers.

He still has some personal strength, but now he is a pacifist, addicted to art and love.

In short, in order to gain the ability to move in the sun, his senior blood people have done all kinds of things, such as developing vampire viruses, trying to revive Warner, making mixed blood vampires, and so on.

But none of them succeeded. At present, another famous day walker is the blade warrior, or the enemy of the blood clan.

It is precisely because of this that Dracula saw the death knell coming with a strange smelling blood clan. After a closer look, he found that he was a day walker, and immediately became interested.

"I know that the Mulun family can move in the sun, and they don't have the weaknesses of ordinary blood." Su Ming sat down at the table, and the servants immediately began to serve, all of which were food that human beings could eat: "but are they a mixture of human and blood? I'm not sure about that. "

It's awkward to eat at the same table with a vampire, because if you eat by yourself, the host is watching.

"I'm not sure... I've never seen this kind of blood race before. She's obviously not my blood race. I don't have the blood control over this woman."

Dracula sniffed and inhaled, as if smelling it. Then she took out her handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, and frowned in disgust. His long white hair shook like a waterfall with her head:

"this bastard's taste is really not very good. I can only confirm that she has part of her blood. As for another kind of blood, it's very strange."

The head of the remnant grew out again. Dracula took out his hand and tore off his neck again. He gave it to the housekeeper and told him to go to the scholar to study it.

Su Ming is eating a meal cooked by a blood chef. He has made great progress over the last time he came here. At least he has the level of Michelin. He sees that there is no less practice on weekdays.

, too, the blood clans are too busy, especially those of Dracula, who have no other hobbies than composing poems and songs. Perhaps chef is a new way of leisure.

"Another source of blood may be the totem of an animal, which is not important for the time being." The bell nodded to the servant who poured the wine, and continued, "do you have any way to trace where she came from and where the other members of the family are?"

Dracula hesitated, but still nodded: "although she is disgusting, but out of our friendship, I can try."

With that, his handsome face suddenly became ferocious, and his eyes turned black. He grabbed the body in front of him and bit his two fangs.

With the sound like a balloon leaking, the ancestor began to swallow the captured blood. The ability of the blood clan is to transform the life energy and soul of other creatures into the energy form needed for their own survival. In the process of blood sucking, some memory fragments of the blood sucked will be seen.

Obviously, for the blood clan, the taste of the Molun family is obviously not good. Dracula's expression at this time shows everything. It's probably nausea and nausea.

With his smoking, the female prisoner, who was always recovering quickly, gradually shriveled down, as if she had lost something to support her life and gradually turned into a mummy.

White skin quickly lost moisture, in the light of candlelight inch dry crack, even the clothes on the body also become decayed and aging in a very short time.

In about a minute, the captive, who was still alive, turned into a handful of ashes, scattered on the tablecloth spread by Dracula.

The servants immediately came to clean him up, while the ancestor closed his eyes, as if in the aftertaste of what he felt.

See here, Su Ming's brain suddenly out of control to see a previous life saw vulgar joke.

It's about a man who lost a bet with his friend and had to drink the water in the spittoon. But after a sip, he found that the sputum was too sticky and he could only drink it all dry....

Dracula's expression was a little bit like that. It was obvious that Dracula was very bad, but he still sucked the person dry. It was like having a sip and found that he could not see the memory clearly, so he took another sip , still can't see clearly, the result unconsciously drank up.

About three minutes later, the Duke opened his eyes, raised his hand to pat, and a servant brought him a golden basin to brush his teeth and gargle.First, use toothpaste and electric toothbrush as the base, then mouthwash and breath cleanser, and then drink virgin blood to adjust the taste. That's what we pay attention to.

"She's not our planet, is she?"

At the end of the process, Dracula returned to her gentle appearance, her eyes turned red and white, and her forehead and neck disappeared.

"It's not true. The Mullen family live in other parallel worlds in the multiverse. There may be several earth controlled by them, and there are countless traces of them. I want to know the location of their nests."

Su Ming cuts the roast suckling pigs on the plate, and the crisp skin of the tender meat shows a touch of pink:

"find them, and then play with them."

"Is it the kind to play to death?"

Dracula raised her glass with a smile and shook the blood in it.

The knell, who quickly finished the main course on the plate, nodded slightly and returned with a smile: "they've focused on what belongs to me. Besides, this family likes to break into the target's home through space transmission to carry out soul sucking evil deeds."

Hearing this, the ancestor shook his head disdainfully, and his voice was full of disgust:

"it's so vulgar, I don't know what etiquette and rules are. The real blood clan should only enter other people's home after the host's invitation. It's the only thing a wolf beast can do to enter directly."

"That's it. It's just tarnishing the reputation of the blood clan." The knell chimed in and took out a piece of ereda crystal from his pocket and put it on the table: "now can you tell me? What do you see in the memory of that fish? For example, some unique earth landmarks? Or a bunch of numbers you don't quite understand? "

Dracula's eyes fell on the huge purple crystal, which should be able to be made into beautiful works of art and used as lighting, and this is obviously the reward for helping.

So he accepted the deal, which he had intended to say anyway.

"I do see some things I don't quite understand, some vague memory fragments. Let me share them with you, master."

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