Chapter 1006 The Decline of the Blood Tribe 41
After the head was thrown out, there was another scream outside. The screams were very loud, both male and female, and were very exaggerated. But this is how it should be!
It was done so cleanly and neatly that Dracula was taken aback. I watched her clapped her hands and sat down again, as if nothing had happened.
What she threw out just now was a head, it should be a head, you read that right!
The door opened with a bang, and three or five people rushed in.
They were still holding kitchen knives, fences, and rolling pins in their hands. After they rushed in, they opened their eyes wide and looked around.
Xining asked coldly: "Why did you break in? Do you know that I am a noble?"
One of them should be considered a head or someone with some brains. He immediately took off the hat on his head, but his eyes were still rolling around: "There was a demon who killed someone just now. It is said that the person's head was taken away by him and entered this room."
"Hehe~" Xining looked even more contemptuous: "Then see if there are any heads here. How about cutting off someone's head now and putting it here for everyone to see!"
His face sank, and he stood up suddenly, with an aura of 2.8 meters: "What crime do you deserve for breaking into the noble lady's room privately? Get out of here before I get angry, or you will be tied to a pillar and whipped. Punishment!”
He raised his head, raised his arrogant chin slightly, and said in a sharp and merciless voice: "If you don't go away, I will kill you, and I will pay the compensation!"
They were so frightened that their faces suddenly turned pale, and one of them had weak legs and almost fell down. Finally, I relied on others to hold me back before I retreated. The man apologized hurriedly and closed the door.
Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have been regarded as a devil. If the explanation was not clear, it would have been very annoying. There may also be a need to kill people, which is even more confirmed to be a demon.
Before Dracula could express his gratitude and praise, he saw Xi Ning standing up.
Xining pulled out the suitcase from under the bed, opened the wardrobe, and stuffed all the clothes into the suitcase at once, quickly and resolutely: "Go to Charlie's place now."
Sitting on the carriage, Dracula still looked at the little girl in front of him twice, maybe because the move of throwing his head was too shocking. As someone who has been on the battlefield all year round, her head and body are nothing, but she is an aristocratic lady who never leaves home. Seeing this, he should have screamed and fainted.
Xining looked out the car window: "Versace should have arrived."
Dracula thought for a moment: "He did what just happened."
"He kills people?" Xining turned to look at Dracula. The physique of a vampire is different from that of humans. After the head is cut off, the whole body will be reduced to ashes. After the wind blows, not even a bit of residue will be left.
"It is said that he does not kill people." Dracula twirled his slightly fleshy and characterful chin with his fingers.
Xining understood instantly: "It's Anna."
Dracula responded: "Versace's final bottom line is not to kill people, only to kill vampires. The people of the Vitonas family only seek success in doing things, and they do whatever they can."
"Then you still keep her alive." Xining snorted and mocked: "Is it because she is the last descendant of the Vitonas family? Don't worry, the church can think of everything I want. Wait until After Anna dies, they will go to the branch of Vitonas and give them a baron title and a fief, and there will always be someone who agrees."
Suddenly something occurred to her and she laughed. Dracula is a little confused: "What are you laughing at?"
Xining was so happy that he opened the gold-painted fan shipped from the East and covered his mouth slightly: "If this person agrees, doesn't it mean that he has not completed the task and his soul will not be able to ascend to heaven? They say that you signed a contract with the devil. A soul like this cannot ascend to heaven." Does entering heaven count as a contract? ”
She tried her best to hold back her laughter: "The contract that the soul cannot ascend to heaven and is exchanged for money and status sounds like it was signed with the devil."
Dracula also laughed at this time, and he laughed for a long time: "If they hear it, you will be angry to death, your mouth is really sharper than a knife."
Xining raised his eyebrows, it was better than being clumsy and tongue-tied. She looked outside again, a little worried, hoping nothing would happen on the way.
"Don't worry, they don't dare to attack rashly." Dracula saw her thoughts: "This city is controlled by Charlie, and they dare not act until they have determined how many vampires are hidden nearby."
"Controlled?" Xining looked at him like this: "Then what did I see last night, a gangster's fight?"
When it comes to group fights, Charlie also knows afterwards that his control ability is still lacking.
Dracula was lost in thought, and he spoke after a while: "Charlie lived a carefree life before, and he was very wealthy. By chance, he came to my castle. I didn't want him to survive, but he Begging me, I kept saying that I didn’t want to die, but I softened my heart at that time... His ability may not be good, but he is still young and has improved a lot, and he will be fine.”
It seems that he has lived for more than two hundred years, but still cannot control the overall situation, which is enough. It has also improved a lot, which shows what kind of little nobleman he was at that time. However, like many small nobles nowadays, they don't have much ability other than using their status to suppress them. Serfs often tease their masters.
"Are you soft-hearted?" Xining grasped a certain point and changed the topic: "People outside say that you have no heart. Even if you pierce your heart with a sword or a wooden stake, you won't die. Your heart has long been sold to the devil. The devil Taken away.”
Xining deliberately brought his head closer and looked up at Dracula provocatively: "Count, do you have any intention?"
Dracula couldn't laugh or cry, and stretched out his finger to gently scratch her nose: "You little clever devil, you have more heart than anyone else!"
Xining smiled and sat back, and the carriage entered the vampire community.
This time Charlie came to greet him in person, and the butler brought people over to move the luggage.
When the coachman tremblingly received a generous reward of one silver coin from Dracula, he also informed him that he would not be coming for the time being and would send someone to find him if anything happened. The coachman got the money and ran all the way, which was actually an escape. He ran away so fast that he had to cover his felt hat with one hand for fear of dropping it.
The coachman knew where this place was and what kind of "person" he was employing for the past two days. The sun has set now and cannot stay.
He fled to the tavern in one breath, ordered a large glass of beer, and drank two sips before his rapidly beating heart gradually stabilized. He touched a silver coin in his pocket with his fingers, still feeling lucky. For a silver coin, he might not be able to get that much after working for about three months. Now I got it in just two days. It seems that vampires also have good people, when they are not hungry.
The room Charlie chose was large, with wallpaper and oil paintings hanging around it. The decoration in Gonghou's home is nothing more than that.
Charlie also said apologetically: "I didn't expect you to come so soon. I can only make one skirt in a hurry, and the rest will be made as soon as possible."
(End of chapter)