Chapter 991 The Decline of the Blood Tribe 26
Dracula did a great job blocking Versace from tracking the information. Xining also knew that she had done a good job.
First, he said he couldn't eat it, pretending to be pretentious, and then found a reason to ask his brother to go back upstairs to eat.
That way, no one will doubt it. Otherwise, the fact that she's eating alone here while Dracula only drinks and doesn't touch anything is a little weird in itself.
Dracula follows her as she goes upstairs to her room.
Before leaving, I saw the waiter picking up the red wine left by Dracula and drinking it all in one gulp.
Xining stopped at the door and turned around: "Do you really want to have dinner together?"
"Of course not." Dracula said with a smile: "At least until your dinner comes."
It would be more convincing to wait until dinner arrived before leaving so that the delivery boy could see that Dracula was in the room.
Well, Xining opened the door helplessly. But there is no need to worry about what Dracula will do to her. On the one hand, she is still useful now. On the other hand, if Dracula is hungry, there is plenty of food outside and there is no need to drink her blood.
The room is very simple, just like a rough house. Those splendid decorations, wallpapers, and marble floors would only appear hundreds of years later. Currently, even in the palace, it is a dark castle with stone floors that could at best be painted clean. Portraits of family members are hung on the bare walls to decorate them.
There were only two chairs and a dining table in the room. Xining asked Dracula to sit down, and she also sat down.
After sitting down, Xining asked curiously: "After drinking the rest of your wine, will I become the same as you?"
Dracula leaned back in the chair, very easy-going and comfortable: "If you don't embrace me for the first time, you won't become a vampire even if you suck my blood. Many legends are false, or my descendants have changed."
It seems so, so the residents of Transylvania will live well even if their blood is sucked.
Xi Ning thoughtfully said: "In fact, humans and vampires can coexist. As long as humans are no longer ignorant, they can exchange money for equal value."
Of course, this is something that will happen in the future. Some people go out of their way to donate blood every two or three years to prevent blood lipids from rising; others sell blood when they need money. But today's human beings are all so hungry that their faces are yellow and their muscles are thin, and they regard the loss of blood as the loss of life, and have all kinds of ridiculous superstitions.
It’s nothing now, but in two hundred years, many people who are said to be witches and wizards will be tortured, burned at the stake, tied up and thrown into the river to drown.
If it had been then, all the monks and Versace had to say was that she was a witch and she would be dead.
Dracula tilted his head slightly and looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze: "I always have a feeling that you don't look like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl."
Xining responded calmly: "I also have a feeling that you don't seem to be a terrible and evil evil king."
Now Dracula was completely amused and laughed. The smile appeared on the face that was so white that it was almost transparent. There was a lot less gloom, and the whole person looked more sunny. It's not easy to make him laugh.
Really, you should smile more and act like you are bitter and resentful. Anyway, we will continue to live like this when we cry, and we will continue to live like this when we laugh. Since we are alive, we must face it with a smile.
There was a shout, it was dinner being delivered. I had something in my hand, so of course I didn’t knock on the door, I just shouted.
The waiter came in with dinner and put it on the table. Xining took out a copper coin and said: "Thank you."
Unexpectedly, there was a tip. The waiter smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. When he walked out the door, he nodded and said if you need anything else, just tell him.
It's true that money can make all the difference. Xi Ning couldn't help but think of the previous task, the cat she named Porridge, who was willing to work for the benefit. It was Dracula who went to close the door. After closing the door, Dracula came back, sat down, and said leisurely: "If he didn't have too many problems, he would be his dinner."
Why are there sour feelings? Xining, who was drinking milk, almost burst out laughing.
After eating, Xining gnawed on the apple. Fruit tastes good without being roasted. I really don’t know what people in this era think. Cut the fruit into slices and roast it, and sprinkle it with salt. The rich ones even sprinkle it with spices. You can imagine what it tastes like. You will definitely not be used to it.
Dracula looked at her chewing an apple: "You don't bake it when you eat it?"
"Too many things have happened in the past two days. I'm a little angry. I'm very angry." Xining continued to chew. It is believed here that fruits are cold in nature and can neutralize the cold nature after roasting. This is another way of saying that the yin and yang are harmonized.
Dracula exhaled slightly: "The past two days have been the most embarrassing after my death. I have wronged you."
"What grievances are there?" Xi Ning chewed nonchalantly: "Since my ancestors can follow you to fight in the north and south, and sleep in the open air, then I can do the same. I can be regarded as following the steps of my ancestors and reliving what my ancestors have experienced. Some.”
Dracula's deep eyes flashed with light, and he sat there and watched her eat, but his eyes became a little distracted, and he sat silently, as if recalling what happened at that time.
Xining did not disturb him, and the sound of eating apples became quieter. In order to save your life, don't become a vampire before completing the mission, and try your best to play the family card of ancestors.
Dracula stood up: "I'll go out first, don't open the door."
After saying that, he jumped out directly from the open window. When she went to the window to look, no one was there.
There is no chemical fertilizer, and the apples are small and a bit sour, but that doesn’t stop her from eating one and having another one.
After finishing the second one, she threw the apple core on the table. Looking at the two apples left, she was considering whether to eat another one when a gust of wind blew up. She turned around and saw Dracula sitting in his original position.
Looking at the slight redness on his originally pale lips, you knew what he was doing out there.
Xining picked up an apple.
Dracula was funny: "Still eating?" He was eating when he left, and he was still eating when he came back.
"Yeah! It tastes good." She took a big bite. In fact, it doesn't taste good, but you should eat more while you can still eat it. This matter is too complicated, and there is no telling what will happen to her. When you become a vampire, you only have to drink blood every day.
Dracula stood up: "Eat slowly and rest early."
"Well, I'll give it to you!" She took the apple and walked to the door. She couldn't open the crooked door with one hand, so she bit the apple in her mouth and opened the door with both hands.
Dracula did not help her, but watched her struggle to open the door, with a smile in his eyes: "Good night."
Xining quickly picked up the half-eaten apple in his mouth: "Good night!"
Dracula left with a smile, walking slowly, but in much better spirits than during the day... I don't know if his body has been disposed of, so that he won't be discovered.
I closed the door, finished the apple in my hand, and looked at the last one on the table... uh, I burped, forget it, I won't eat it!
(End of chapter)