In the dense light rain, all of them looked speechlessly at the little girl who was squatting on the ground with an intoxicated face and kept talking, she now seemed to be completely immersed in her own world, and even talked about all kinds of antiques from what level of compensation she wanted, and then to the masterpieces of various types and periods, and finally even developed into various reliable and unreliable legends. With intoxicated little eyes, Jian'er's non-stop small mouth spit out words like a surging river, like the Yellow River flooding out of control.

Count Dracula already had a mad urge, what is the situation? What is the situation? Could it be that what the hell this little girl wants to do, is this teaching him? In this situation, in this environment, in this weather?

However, Count Dracula was silent, no matter what the reason, the little girl in front of him could be said to have given him a huge favor, no, no, it should be a favor! Bear with it, can't we endure it? Gritting his teeth, Count Dracula listened patiently.

"Ahem!" A light cough sounded in Jian Er's ears, Xuan Yi would never admit that this was sympathy for the vampire count who was still sitting on the ground, and he would never admit that he didn't want his young lady to continue to lose her face. He was just worried that his young lady would catch a cold and get sick if she was exposed to the rain again, yes, that's right, he was just concerned about his young lady's body, and he didn't mean anything else at all.

As soon as this cough sounded, Jian Er's face turned red, and finally she realized what the situation was now, and when she was sober, Jian Er had the urge to dig a pit and bury herself, lose face, lose face, lose face and throw it home, lose face and throw it abroad, lose face and throw it across races! The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed Jian Er felt, this little face was so red that she was about to smoke, and her head was lowered, and she was about to bury herself in her chest.

Although there was no laughter coming from the side, Jane Er swore that he definitely saw a thick smile in Xuanyi's only masked eye just now, and Count Dracula, don't think we didn't see it, the corners of your distorted mouth, don't laugh out, right? Hold it in your heart, let it be you, it's best to hold back the fault, which one makes you snicker, hum! Jane Er thought a little indignantly.

Looking at the extremely expressive little face in front of him, Count Dracula somehow felt that the depression of today's day had completely dissipated, and he actually had a good impression of the little girl in front of him who had been positioned by food not long ago, this was really an interesting little girl.

"No problem, although my Bruch tribe is not particularly interested in this aspect, but there are still some tributes of those blood slaves in the past, you can go to my castle to pick them! Even if there is nothing you like, you can also tell me, I can also take you to dig the treasure house of those imps of the Torredo tribe, they don't have anything else, these things are many, and they will definitely be able to satisfy you." Clearing his throat, Count Dracula kindly pulled Jane out of the abyss of embarrassment.

If you are not satisfied, you can go to the treasure trove of other vampires to pick it up? Really? Jane's eyes instantly turned into two large light bulbs of more than one kilowatt, and the Toredo clan is the Toredo clan among vampires who are famous for their artists and hedonists.

Jane had heard of some of their habits, and unlike the Bruch, who were born warriors, these Toledo vampires believed that eternal life should be enjoyed. Many of them were painters, musicians or poets during their lifetimes. Others, many more, have spent centuries experimenting with the ridiculous nature of art. Members of the Toredo clan like the members of the Fanzhuo clan, who are the leaders of the Bloodline Secret Party, like to stay in high society. However, unlike the members of the Fandro clan, who lead the secret party, the members of the Toredo clan do not like the boring officialdom socials. They operate in high society to be noticed and praised - and this qiē comes from their witty words, beautiful manners, and simple but passionate lifestyle.

With such an artistic ethnic group, what would the treasure house of those members look like? Jian Er couldn't help but scream, not to mention copying such a treasure house, even being able to see it was something that could not be sought!

A treasure trove full of art...... , Jian'er's eyes began to blur again.

But after a while, the confusion disappeared, and Jane suddenly looked at the vampire of the Bruch clan in front of her with a look full of distrust. If this Count Dracula said that he would take her to copy the Bruch family's base, Jian Er still believed it, because according to what Qingyun Daoist said, there may be a blood prince standing behind this earl, and the right to speak about the status of a blood prince in the clan is obvious and unquestionable.

But what this said, she heard it right, was taking her to the treasury of the members of the Torredo clan, is this possible? This is an inter-clan act, isn't he afraid of causing conflicts between the two clans?

As soon as Jane's expression was watched, Count Dracula knew what she was thinking, and the little girl had all her thoughts on her face, so that she could see them clearly and thoroughly at a glance.

"I'll exchange something with them, you don't have to worry about that!" Leaving his gentlemanly demeanor, Count Dracula rolled his eyes at Jane, he wasn't so brainless, okay.

"Hehe, you understand the rules in your clan, we are outsiders, we don't express our opinions, we just pick up ready-made. Laughing dryly, Jane Er felt a little depressed in her heart, is she so easy to be seen through?

"Are there any other requirements?" asked Count Dracula, angrily.

"No!" said Jane, who was very knowledgeable, and that she was not greedy, which was already very satisfying to her, "I think that these and your friendship have made me feel that I have gained a lot today!"

"My friendship?" Count Dracula looked at Jane with a puzzled look.

"Yes, the friendship of a noble Earl of the Bruch Blood, I think this will be my greatest gain today!" Jian Er smiled, her eyes curved like a crescent moon and the corners of her ruddy mouth made her whole person exude a very charming affinity.

The matter is solved, and it is beneficial to give a high hat instead of expense. And didn't you say, many people are not to blame, everyone loves sycophants, Jane Er believes that even if this sentence is for foreigners, no, not only foreigners, but also foreign ghosts should be equally useful.

Count Dracula stared at Jane with his eyes, as if he wanted to see through her heart at once, to see what the little girl wanted to do.

Purity, Count Dracula only felt a kind of purity, as if she simply wanted to make such a blood friend as herself, or even just for a friend, regardless of his race, his identity, and even his status. This kind of experience is also very rare for Count Dracula, as a blood clan, even before he became a blood clan, Count Dracula was also a member of the nobility, hypocrisy pervaded his life, even if he became a blood clan, but the noble nobles in the elegant dark night are also like this.

In the life of Count Dracula, it was already an instinct to wear an elegant mask and hide his feelings and thoughts under this mask, and he did not expect that he would be able to know such a simple person, a person who seemed to be able to see through his heart just by looking at it. It's a rare and ...... experience , novelty, yes, novelty. But he doesn't reject it, even if it's strange, but this feeling makes him very comfortable, and he is happy to have such a friend.

"Good!" Count Dracula stood up, his black batwing folded, straightened his face, and put one hand on his chest in a very standard gentlemanly salute, "Dracula, Blood, it's an honor to be your friend!" Very simple self-introduction, a name, a race, and a desire to be friends at the end. Count Dracula is using his actions and words to show his purest sincerity, a sincerity to make friends from the heart.

"Hello!Song Jian'er, Terran, it's an honor to be your friend!" similar words, Jian'er is also using her own actions to express her simple desire to make friends. All the previous considerations were put in Jian'er's mind, and she suddenly felt that if this vampire count didn't want to make a hole in her neck, he would be a pretty good friend.

Elegant, powerful, honest, and one more thing that is eye-catching (forgive her, Jane does not deny that she is a member of the appearance association in a certain way)!

Now that she has turned enemies into friends, Jane immediately expressed her friendly concern as a friend to her new friend.

"Well, Count Dracula, your wounds ......" Jane was a little embarrassed, and it was her own men.

"It's okay to call me Dracula, this injury is fine, just rest for a while. As he spoke, a faint black mist appeared on Count Dracula's body, and then the dark red blood stains that had originally floated on his body also melted with the black mist, and flowed back into Count Dracula's body with this black mist.

It was only a matter of moments, but the Count Dracula was still the same except for the dust and torn clothes, and there was no trace of injury on his body.

Looking at the scene that happened in front of her eyes, which could be called a miracle, Jian Er opened her mouth wide, and almost couldn't help but reach out and touch it: "It's amazing! How did you do it?" Jian Er didn't feel that her question might involve other people's racial secrets, she just felt magical.

Evoking a handsome smile, Count Dracula didn't care about Jane's rudeness, and replied good-naturedly: "Race instinct." Blood is the source of our strength, and of course our own blood has to be controlled by ourselves, this is instinct!"

Speaking of instinct, suddenly Jian Er remembered what Qingyun Dao Elder had said before, Count Dracula should still be under an instinct control now, an instinct after removing the magic of the ancient blood clan, an instinct that needs blood. What to do? Where does the blood come from? Doesn't the vampire need the blood of a maiden? Could it be that she is going to donate blood for free?