Chapter 110 Dracula: "Move!"
"So, it can be inferred that all the people who lived on the mysterious island were normal humans?"
"It is indeed true. What is even more surprising is that missionaries set foot on this land more than a thousand years ago to spread the gospel of Christ. This is how the remains of the churches on the island emerged."
"This is strange. Could the technology of that era really support ships sailing to such distant seas?"
"Maybe a shipwreck brought them here, or maybe the mysterious island more than a thousand years ago may have been part of the continental plate. Look at the written records on these cultural relics. Many elements are surprisingly similar to inland civilizations. place.”
In the submarine, the curator and his team were concentrating on studying the ancient English engraved on the remains of the islanders, trying to uncover the long history of the mysterious island.
At this moment, Lango's figure passed by like a ghost.
He quickly took what he wanted from the travel bag placed in the ship. Then, a red lightning flashed past, and his figure disappeared instantly before anyone noticed.
When they reappeared, they were already in a cave on a cliff by the sea.
At this time, in the slightly dark and deep cave, Mavis has transformed into a human form, clinging to the cold stone wall, her hands rubbing the corners of her clothes uneasily, her eyes shining with both nervousness and expectation.
Just now, after her affectionate confession, Lange was stunned for a while, and then asked her to find a place to stay while he went to get something and come back.
During those days in the hotel, although Mavis did not leave the house, she inadvertently picked up on some things between men and women from the chats between witches and witch travelers.
She had already vaguely guessed what Lango was going to get.
Therefore, using her keen sense of ultrasound, she quickly found a cave that was both hidden and neat.
"Forehead"
Lange looked at the blushing and shy girl in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little at a loss. For a moment, he really didn't know what to say.
"Rango."
Mavis plucked up the courage, walked up to him gently, her cheeks were on fire, and whispered, "Is our relationship developing too fast? Besides, I want to take the first place in a warm place like a hotel." Leave it to you."
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When Lango heard this, his heart was shocked, and then a wry smile appeared on his lips. He tapped Mavis's forehead, his eyes full of doting and helplessness.
What kind of lecher does this girl think she is? !
"Who said I was going to talk to you?"
Seeing Mavis covering her forehead with an aggrieved look on her face, Lango's heart softened. He rubbed her gently, and then explained seriously: "Mei, I am very grateful for your kindness, but I must tell you You, I already have a loved one outside."
As he spoke, he took out his cell phone from his pocket that he had kept in his travel bag.
Under Mavis' curious and puzzled gaze, he gently swiped the screen to show a photo of himself and Gloria.
In the picture, Lango is lying comfortably in Gloria's warm arms, and their smiles are filled with happiness and satisfaction.
Immediately afterwards, another series of life photos were shown one by one.
Including Teddy and Toothless, there's even McQueen and Megan, whom Mavis has never met.
The woman who took a photo with Lango before is also in the photo. They are like a big family, everyone is close to each other.
"This little girl with long hair is called Megan. She is a robot, has mysophobia and is very chatty. This car with eyes and mouth is called McQueen, and it is the fastest car in the world."
Lange's fingers continued to slide down, and a picture of him sleeping soundly with his eyes closed and Clary sitting on his face accidentally slipped out.
He immediately pretended not to see it and quickly swiped through it. As a result, the next few pictures were almost all large-scale group photos taken secretly by Clarei while he was asleep.
"Uh haha, don't look at these, these are all fake photos."
After Lango revealed it with a haha, he quickly turned off the screen of his phone and put it back into his pocket. Then his eyes turned to fall gently on Mavis, who was still in a dazed state with slightly dull eyes.
He sighed secretly in his heart. If it were an ordinary woman, such as Laura, if she expressed her affection for him, she would fall in love with her, and he would not have any psychological burden.
But facing the little bat in front of him who was only 118 years old, but as innocent as a blooming flower
To be honest, he felt that a playboy like himself was not worthy of such an innocent and kind girl.
Of course, I was also a little worried that Dracula's slave girl would cause trouble after I abducted Mavis.
"you."
Mavis finally broke the silence, with a subtle tremor in her voice, "Do you love her very much?"
"certainly."
Lango's answer was without any hesitation. He gently raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears falling from the corners of Mavis's eyes, his eyes full of sincerity.
"Mavis, you have all the beautiful qualities that I dream of, including beauty, kindness, innocence, and simplicity. Being with you feels like being on drugs. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm actually on drugs."
"You know, when I see you, I think of a house, a house decorated with lights and where everyone lives in peace."
"But I shouldn't be the master of the house." Lange stroked her head and said in a sincere tone: "You deserve a man who only loves you wholeheartedly. He will cherish you and protect you throughout his life. ”
Mavis lowered her head, trying not to let her eyes meet Lango, tears quietly sliding down her cheeks.
Inside the cave, the air seemed to freeze until she said in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "I want to go home."
"Um"
Lange responded softly, moving his lips slightly, but seemed to be unable to find more suitable words to comfort him.
Speaking of which, he really didn't remember that he had flirted with Mavis. In his opinion, Mavis liked him purely because he was the only human male she had seen in more than a hundred years.
At most, he just looks a little handsome, that's all.
He was both moved and helpless, and could only hope that time would allow Mavis to gradually overcome her loss and find the happiness that truly belonged to her.
Inside Hotel Transylvania.
After Dracula fed his disabled father Vlad several large bags of artificial plasma, he stretched and looked listlessly out the window.
He hadn't seen his baby daughter for several days. He didn't know how she was doing in her adventures outside and whether she was injured.
Vlad looked at his devastated look and couldn't help but said: "You can't protect her forever. She is a bat, and what flows in her blood is the endless yearning for the night sky and the desire to fly freely."
"If you mean the sky without human existence, then I agree." Dracula replied with a shrug.
Vlad shook his head helplessly. His views on human beings were actually the same as those of his son Dracula. He also hated human beings, but he had great objections to Dracula's educational methods.
He wanted to say something more, but Dracula's expression suddenly changed, as if he had caught some subtle signal, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and then he turned into a bat and flew out of the window.
Under the sea cliff where the hotel is located at this time.
A pair of periscopes shining with green light were slowly rising from the water, and Captain Nemo carefully examined the surrounding environment through them.
This time they set out from Lilliput, along the winding edge of the island, and quietly sneaked to the south of the mysterious island, where Hotel Transylvania is located.
The Nautilus had only been here once in the past few decades, when Nemo saw the most terrifying sight of his life.
Countless scary-looking monsters gathered together, enjoying cakes covered with insects and drinking drinks that looked like sulfuric acid. The scene still made him frightened to this day.
If it weren't for Lango's strong request, he would really not dare to come here again.
"We've arrived, Lange, hurry up, this is not the place we humans should come."
Nemo turned his head and shouted urgently. Lango nodded slightly and turned his eyes gently to Mavis, who had been silent since being rejected.
"May I take you home?"
"Um"
The hatch of the submarine slowly opened, and Lango stepped out first, followed closely by Mavis, who had transformed into a bat form.
The two of them walked along the coastline, step by step, towards the hotel. During the journey, neither of them spoke, only the sound of footsteps and the low hum of the waves lapping at the shore were left.
When he was approaching the hotel, Lange coughed slightly, breaking the silence. He looked at Mavis next to him and smiled: "I'll just send it here. I think your father won't want to see her." I."
Mavis nodded silently, a trace of reluctance flashing in her eyes.
Seeing that she was in a low mood and with mixed feelings in her heart, Lange wanted to give her a hug, but this girl was still in bat form.
He had no choice but to gently tap Mavis' little head and comfort her: "Don't be too sad. I remember the address here very clearly. I will definitely come over to play with you when I have time in the future."
Mavis blinked her big watery eyes and asked aggrievedly: "Then will you bring your girlfriend over?"
"Of course not." Lango assured immediately.
In order to ease Mavis's mood, Lango racked his brains and finally came up with a line that was suitable for the movie: "Mei, you know? Life is like a box of chocolates, no one knows what the next one will taste like. . Maybe we will meet again somewhere soon, right?"
Mavis nodded her head in understanding, and was about to speak when a weak and urgent voice came from the distance:
"Wait."
Victor, the old fellow of the Vampire Tribe, had appeared in their sights at some point. He was leaning on a tree trunk, his body looking extremely weak, but his eyes were full of humility and longing for Mavis.
When their eyes met, Victor knelt down desperately, with an almost desperate light in his eyes, and begged Mavis:
"Please, give me some of your blood."
"You dare to eavesdrop on me when you mess with Fake?"
Seeing this, Rango was furious. He rushed forward and kicked Victor mercilessly. He thought he would encounter resistance, but was surprised to find that he didn't even have the strength to stand firm and could only helplessly He fell to the ground, his eyes still staring at Mavis, full of longing and despair.
"He is"
Mavis flapped her wings lightly, landed on Lango's shoulder, and explained in a low voice: "The vampire power in his body is rapidly passing away, just like a deflated balloon. His lifespan should be almost over."
Victor nodded with bitter eyes, confirming Mavis' statement.
There are records in ancient books among the vampires that Dracula, the ancestor of vampires, and his family mysteriously disappeared hundreds of years ago, hid on a small island, and opened a hotel specifically to serve dark creatures.
Feeling that his life was short, he had funded countless expeditions over the past few decades and explored hundreds of desert islands, but could not find any trace of Dracula.
Until recently, news of the mysterious island came to his ears, and he had a strong premonition in his heart that this island was probably the place where Dracula's family lived in seclusion.
So, regardless of his physical decline, he forced himself to come here, just to find a glimmer of hope.
He believes that as long as he can absorb the blood of the ancestor of vampires, he can be reborn, become immortal like Dracula, and completely get rid of the threats of aging and death.
As for Mavis, as a direct descendant of Dracula, her blood is undoubtedly the best substitute for him.
Thinking of this, Victor's eyes not only had desire and expectation, but also a bit of greed.
It's a pity that in the past few days, this little bat has been staying with the Winchester guy, so he has never been able to find a chance.
And if he doesn't take action this time, he may never have a chance in the future.
"Please, Miss Mavis."
Victor, who has endless wealth in human society, is kneeling on the ground like a humble servant at this moment.
His eyes were fixed on the little bat on the man's shoulder, and he begged with a trembling voice: "Just a mouthful, no, just a drop of your blood. Just take pity on me, an old man."
Lange looked at the old guy lying on the ground in front of him speechlessly. This was the first time he had seen someone asking for a mouthful of blood.
Mavis looked confused, scratched her head and asked: "But what do you want my blood for? Dad never said that bat blood can increase life span. But, you look so pitiful." , she was ready to bite her own wings and squeeze some blood out for Victor.
Seeing this, Lange quickly stopped him and said helplessly: "You can give your blood to a vampire so easily and confidently?"
"Uh, but he does look like he's going to die." Mavis's eyes were full of sympathy for Victor: "I have no loss if I lose a drop of blood. Isn't it a good thing to be able to save someone?"
"But you also have to distinguish clearly whether you are saving good or indulging in evil."
Lango reminded seriously, while looking sharply at Victor on the ground.
This old guy's mental state was no different from that of a young man when he set out. He was even able to take Jones and Laura on foot in the dark forest to find the church ruins, and later killed several aliens alone.
After that, he could still have enough energy to use a pair of bat wings to follow Toothless and fly through most of the dark forest.
He was so energetic before, why was he suddenly half-dead?
His eyes were carefully looking at this guy. When he saw his chest, Lange's eyes froze.
His eyes carefully searched Victor's body, and finally settled on his chest, where there seemed to be a foreign object squirming slightly, causing the clothes to tremble slightly.
This is what Lange thought of, his face suddenly changed, and his body stood up!
He rushed in front of Victor, kicked him away without mercy, and crashed into the tree trunk in the distance!
Before Victor landed, Rango had followed him like lightning, swooped down from a high altitude, and hit Victor's lumbar spine accurately with a heavy elbow, slamming him to the ground and shaking him. A lot of dust!
Although Mavis was a little surprised when she saw this, she did not say anything to stop him.
She looked at Victor in the center of the dust, a purple light flashed in her eyes, and then she lost her voice in shock: "He, he... he has the monster in the pyramid in his belly!"
Lange nodded solemnly. Unexpectedly, the old guy was parasitized by the facehugger when he was in the pyramid.
No wonder his energy has deteriorated so quickly in the past two days. He is not dying of old age, but all the nutrients in his body have been absorbed by the alien egg.
Judging from this, the alien should burst out of its chest soon.
"roar--!"
Victor suddenly burst out with a terrifying roar like an alien queen, and in a flash, he was in front of Rango, his fingers turned into bloody blades, sealing his retreat.
What was even more heart-stopping was that there was a gaping hole in his chest, and an alien head poked out, ready to spray strong acid.
Lango quickly activated his [Sports Car Head] ability and flexibly dodged this series of attacks.
However, Victor seemed to be one with the alien, with sharp limbs of the alien constantly pouring out from all parts of his body, carrying a strange bloody light, approaching at an alarming speed.
His expression was twisted and crazy, and he was completely reduced to the puppet of the alien, showing unprecedented terrifying power.
I didn’t expect aliens and vampires to be so capable!
Although Lange was shocked, he did not panic at all, because he could feel the blue lines on his palms ready to move, unlike the previous state when he was dealing with aliens in the pyramid.
The system identified this thing as an extraordinary creature!
Looking at the alien Victor who was about to reach him, Lango moved his right fist, lowered his waist, and prepared to kill this guy with a Shenglong Fist.
However, in the next second, a sudden change occurred, and Victor's body solidified in mid-air!
Immediately afterwards, in this guy's frightened eyes, his whole body shrank sharply until he became the size of a palm!
“This is.”
Snap——!
While Lange was stunned, a foot wearing exquisite leather shoes fell from the sky and easily trampled Victor into a pulp. His movements were as casual as crushing an insignificant insect.
"Oh~ my baby girl! You are finally back!"
After Dracula wiped the soles of his shoes casually, he opened his arms to Mavis with excitement on his face.
"Dad"
Mavis moved into Dracula's arms with equal excitement, and then rubbed her head against his cheek.
Lange looked at this heartwarming scene, his eyes complexly passing over the wreckage that was trampled to death, and a stiff smile appeared on his face.
This Dracula's strength is a bit abnormal.
When Lango thought about the possibility of facing Dracula's anger because Mavis was wronged, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Then he pretended to be calm and coughed slightly, and said seriously: "Mr. Earl, since Mavis has been sent back , then I should leave now.”
"Oh, are you leaving in such a hurry?" Dracula immediately said happily after hearing this: "Then we won't send you off. You know where the gate is. Goodbye, human boy."
Lange nodded with a smile and waved goodbye gently to Mavis, whose eyes were full of reluctance: "Goodbye, Mei."
"Wait a moment!"
Just when Lango was about to turn around, Mavis suddenly fluttered her wings and flew over, landing lightly in front of him.
The little bat closed his eyes tightly, mustered up the courage, and tapped his lips gently.
"Mei"
There was a hint of complexity in Lango's eyes, which was both surprised and a little tender.
"This is just a farewell greeting, yes! That's it!"
Mavis's cheeks turned red. After hastily explaining, she flapped her wings shyly and flew back to the hotel, leaving Lango in a daze.
Lango touched his lips and was kissed by a bat. It felt really special.
However, before he could think about it, he suddenly felt his heart tightening, and the blue lines on his palms sent an unprecedented warning!
He turned his neck stiffly and slowly turned his eyes behind him.
I saw Dracula glaring at him with blood-red eyes. The invisible pressure seemed to be able to swallow everything, making Lango feel as if he was facing a sleeping ancient beast.
I almost forgot that the ultimate slave girl is still here!
Lango muttered to himself, quickly adjusted his state, clenched his fists, and was ready to activate the [Sports Car Head] ability at any time to escape!
"You bastard!"
Dracula roared angrily, but to Lango's surprise, he did not launch an attack. Instead, he transformed into a bat and followed Mavis, leaving only the anger echoing in the air.
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After seeing this, Lango breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
If this guy really wanted to teach me a lesson, I probably wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.
But having said that, he didn't seem to be qualified to fight back. After all, he was the one who made the mistake first.
After smiling self-deprecatingly, Lango looked at the Hotel Transylvania not far away. He lit a cigarette and took a few deep puffs. Then, he stamped out the cigarette butt and turned away, walking firmly and never looking back.
On the eaves of the hotel, Mavis was leaning on Dracula's arms, looking at the distant figure with longing eyes.
In the deep sea, inside the sneaking Nautilus.
Both the air and the atmosphere are very dull.
The curator, Jones and the others are immersed in the mysteries of ancient English, but Mavis, who is usually active, is not present at this moment. Without her innocent questions and playfulness, the whole scene is even more silent and monotonous.
Teddy and Toothless huddled lazily in the corner, losing the laughter and laughter brought by Mavis, and they also looked listless.
Upon seeing this, the curator sighed softly, and exchanged a helpless and understanding look with Princess Mary who was sitting at the table. Then he slowly walked towards Lange, who was lying on the wire bed with his eyes closed and concentrating.
"Lango, Jones and the others plan to explore the Kingdom of Giants, but I am no longer interested in this island and plan to go back first. Do you want to come with us?"
"oh?"
When Lango heard this, his eyelids suddenly opened, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Don't you need to investigate the customs and customs on the island anymore?"
The curator smiled and shook his head, turning his eyes gently to Princess Mary beside him, "No need, I have found the most precious treasure on the mysterious island."
This affectionate scene made Lango, who had just said goodbye to Mavis, curl his lips.
Given their age difference and body shape difference, he was not optimistic about the combination of an old man and a young wife.
If Princess Mary hadn't already had a distinguished status, he would have even suspected that the curator had encountered a pig-killing plate. After all, this old boy was worth hundreds of millions, so it was not impossible for him to encounter a woman who was trying to get his inheritance.
"OK, let's go home first!"
Lango jumped up from the bed and regained his energy. When he returned to New York, he must tell Gloria what he had paid for her!
The other side of the island.
Dracula was neatly dressed, holding a carefully prepared dinner plate in his hand. He stood in front of a closed door, knocked on the door, and called softly:
"Baby girl, you haven't eaten for a whole day. I asked the kitchen to make your favorite worm pudding, you."
"I don't want to eat! You are not allowed to come in!"
Before he finished speaking, Mavis' lost but determined voice came from the room.
When Dracula heard this, he immediately grabbed his hair in worry. Since the human boy left, his baby daughter has been sitting in the room looking out the window all day long, as if waiting for that guy. It will appear suddenly.
Dracula, who is anxious about his daughter's health, now wants to make Lango a specimen and put it directly in the hotel!
"Stop trying to persuade her, Dracula."
In the corridor, the old customers of Hotel Transylvania, the werewolf, the mummy and Frankenstein gathered together.
Werewolf Wayne smoked a cigar and said earnestly: "This is love, you won't understand."
"Love?" Dracula suddenly roared in displeasure: "This is robbery! That human kid stole my daughter's heart!"
"Then what can you do?" Wayne raised his eyebrows and said, "As someone who has had dozens of children, I can tell you responsibly that you have failed very much in educating your children!"
"That's right." The bloated mummy followed up and added: "Elements such as worms, darkness, blood, and fear are necessary conditions for our monsters' lives, but romance, beauty, freedom and love are the meaning of our lives!"
Frankenstein nodded in agreement: "My dad always said that dreams make life bearable. You are robbing Mavis of her dreams. You are not a good father."
boom--!
These words were like a bolt from the blue, leaving Dracula stunned on the spot, muttering to himself: "Am I not a good father?"
"Otherwise, you're not even a good hotel owner. Look at the garden that hasn't been cleaned for a long time. It's full of smelly and dirty piranha flowers!"
"The same goes for the cemetery playground at the back. The way the skeletons scare monsters is getting more and more perfunctory!"
"Kitchen! The hotel chef's skills are getting worse and worse. Damn it, if this wasn't the only hotel on the island, I would really want to ask you to refund your annual membership fee!"
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"Shut up!"
Listening to the constant complaints from his old friends, Dracula couldn't bear it anymore and roared.
Then, after a moment of silence, he burst out with a shocking decision: "Move! Hotel Transylvania moves to New York!!!"
squeak--!
At this moment, the door that had been closed all day suddenly opened.
Mavis opened her watery eyes and looked at Dracula expectantly, "Are you telling the truth, Dad?"
Dracula looked at his daughter, with unprecedented tenderness and self-blame in his heart. He gently stroked Mavis's hair and said sincerely: "I used to think that the worst case scenario would be for you to leave me. But now I know that what makes me sad the most is that you are unhappy."
"Go to New York!" he promised: "We will move the hotel to New York tomorrow!"
"yeah--!"
Mavis excitedly jumped into Dracula's arms and said happily: "You are the best dad in the world!"
Unlike the father and daughter who were enjoying their parent-child moment, many monsters in the corridor were now looking at each other.
Hotel Transylvania is the only place on the island where they can gather and have fun. What should they do if they move away?
Is it possible to go to New York together?
(End of this chapter)