Night Wind's eyes moved, and the whole body defended itself, waiting for the king to say his name—

“…… My name is Dracula. There is a hidden pride in the expression of the high-ranking woman, which is a kind of pride that comes from the bones, and it comes from the confidence in her own strength.

Night Wind was stunned, and countless thoughts turned in his heart.

"You will always remember this name. Dracula was condescending, her eyes seemed to have disdain, and there seemed to be nothing.

Nightwind's stiff brain finally started working again.

Dracula is the name of the ancient vampire ancestor, but the legendary ancestor is no longer missing, and it can also be said to be dead, and it is rumored that the undead king, the respected Dracula, is a handsome and dashing man.

He has an elegant temperament and a personable demeanor, and it is rumored that in that era he was still a girl killer who was "loved by everyone, flowers bloomed, and the workshop car burst tires"! All the women were crazy when they saw him, and they searched hard, but in the end, this adult just flicked his sleeves and drifted away, never to be found again.

Of course, Nightwind also knew that there would be some exaggeration in the rumors, and it would not be possible to believe them all, and it would be good to have two or three out of ten words that were true!, but it was certain that the great vampire ancestor and immortal king, Lord Dracula, was really a real man!!

Therefore, the one in front of him is absolutely impossible to take the legendary one, then it should be a descendant of Master Dracula. A descendant of the great "Dracula".

Even so, the night breeze still has some sighs.

"Yes, sir. I will always remember your name. Nightwind placed his right hand on his left chest. Some bowed reverently.

This is not humiliation, but the respect and worship of a great and powerful man who has been passed down through the ages, and this great and strong man deserves all the respect. Even a person who is so proud of the night wind has to bow his proud head.

Because these ancestors who opened up the future generations are great, and they are worthy of bowing their heads and expressing their high respect. Whether it's an enemy or your own people, they will do it.

If one day the night wind can reach this point, then it doesn't matter if it is an unfamiliar person, a person who hates him, or a mortal enemy who never stops. or the relatives around him, they all have to be impressed by him.

But obviously, Night Wind doesn't have this treatment now, and there is still a long way to go.

And for this the difference. Dracula, of course, was able to understand. But she only pouted and did not express her dissatisfaction.

Even if she saw her father only a few times in her long life, it can be said that her father will never be seen again after the next life, but this does not mean that she has no respect for him.

She wants to use his name to spread the word about his great "Dracula", so that everyone knows that even if the great king, the immortal king Dracula, is gone, their vampire clan is still revered. And no one can bully them!

And that person......

Dracula's stagnant blood boiled suddenly, and her otherwise unhealthy pale complexion was stained with a sickly flush. The pure black pupils turned scarlet, and a strong coercion descended instantly!

"Bang-"

There was almost no room for resistance, the night wind didn't have time to react, and without even realizing what was happening, one leg had already hit the ground and knelt down on one knee!

The night wind was even suppressed and couldn't raise his head, his eyes widened and he was a little shocked, he didn't expect that this adult's strength would be so outstanding, it was simply that there was no room for resistance.

In her hands, she is like a grasshopper that can't jump.

Realizing such a sad truth, Night Wind gritted his teeth and his lips were bitten with blood, but he still did not give up resistance, and his other leg still did not kneel even if it was about to die.

The bones of the whole body are "gurgling", and the blood is constantly bursting, as if only humble prostrate on the ground can alleviate the pressure.

But the night wind is still unyielding, even if it drags this already mutilated body!

And Dracula had already realized his gaffe when he heard the sound of the night wind kneeling heavily on the ground, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately restrained the out-of-control coercion.

But just this moment, even more than the speed of the attack, and even a short time, has already made the night wind really become overwhelmed.

Dracula's gaze stayed on Night Wind for an extra second, without any fluctuations, flicked his nails, and a little blood red shot straight into Night Wind's body, a faint red light enveloped him, warm and comfortable.

"Ahh

Soon, the outer membrane like a pale red silkworm cocoon melted into Yefeng's body, and the invisible internal injuries in his body gradually eased.

Although this power is not enough to completely repair the damage suffered by the night wind before the body, it can be exempted from making up for the damage caused by Dracula's coercion before, and there is still a surplus, alleviating the discomfort of the body.

Without waiting for the night breeze to express his gratitude, suddenly two small black objects smashed into his forehead.

Almost subconsciously, the night breeze reflexively wanted to reach out and shoot those two things back, but Dracula's cool words made him hold back all his movements, and he turned his head sharply-

"That's two chances for you, and it's okay to come back if you don't want to. ”

Dracula said lightly, as if anticipating the reaction of the night wind.

I almost suffered internal injuries in my heart in one breath, but Night Wind still has strong self-control in the end, and also has a strong enough reaction ability, and the movements in my hands are changed. Caught the two little black things.

"Since the king is willing to give me such a rare opportunity, how can I live up to the king's kindness?" Night Wind smiled softly and warmly. Holding the two small tokens in his hand, he looked like treasures.

Even if they didn't know each other before, but they have been in contact with Night Wind for a while, how could Dracula not understand the inconsistency between this person's appearance and appearance?

It was just a faint glance at it, and then it turned away indifferently, understated, "Naturally." But if you just die there, I think I'll be even happier. ”

Dracula didn't speak politely at all, and Night Wind really choked up this time and blinked his eyes. I really haven't coped with such a situation.

But fortunately, Dracula didn't embarrass him for too long, and before he could answer, Dracula breathed a sigh of relief and finished the following words.

"I'm kidding, you don't have to take it seriously, if you can actually get what you want first. Then that is your creation. ”

Dracula smiled shallowly. Looks full of goodwill.

Night Wind was stunned for a moment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was not so obvious.

"Then I thanked the king for his expectation, hoping that with the king's blessing, everything would be successful and smooth. ”

Nightbreeze was not polite at all, although he didn't quite believe that Dracula would make such a joke, and there must be a certain reason for saying such things. But he still agreed to her words.

Dracula nodded nonchalantly, and walked away with a haughty pace. Seeing that the figure was about to disappear at the end of sight, Night Wind seemed to suddenly think of something-

"Your Majesty. Won't you take away that trace of the spirit origin first, or is that how the king believes in me?"

Night Breeze raised his eyebrows, his eyes rolled, and he took the initiative to provoke this topic.

Dracula had a wooden face, and her steps didn't even pause, still moving forward at a normal speed, but her faint voice came suddenly.

"There's no hurry. ”

The simple two words seem to contain endless meanings, and the night breeze has not thought about it for a while, but when he looks up again, the gorgeous and striking figure has disappeared.

But it suddenly remembered that he had never asked this adult how he should accept the trial and open the token.

But by this time, it was already a little late to think about it, and Dracula had long since lost sight of the figure.

Night Breeze's eyebrows slowly stretched, and he looked down slightly at the two black tokens in his hand, his eyes were dyed with a little warmth, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked so pleasant.

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Dracula's pace did not stop, he just walked by himself, simply walking, and did not use spiritual power or anything, except for his overly outstanding appearance, he was like an ordinary ordinary woman.

But all this was doomed to be impossible.

Walking through the long corridor, even the beautiful paintings hanging in the corridor from the hands of famous artists did not get the slightest attention from this woman, and therefore seemed to have lost their brilliance.

With a perfect smile on his face, Dracula folded his hands gently on his lower abdomen, walked slowly and gracefully down the corridor with small steps. The long skirt obscured everything, and her feet could not be seen, except for the crisp echo of shoes on the floor and echoing in the hallways.

As she walked by, the oil lamp embedded in the wall would go out on its own, and as a result, the brightness and darkness enveloped her, and her face seemed obscure.

Only the sound of soft footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, and there was no other sound than that, and the flickering oil lamp......

In the light, the holy Mary opened her arms as if to embrace the people, but when the lights went out, she showed a greedy smile, a hideous face, and a withered, life-threatening hand bones.

Even the picture of the crucifixion of Jesus is so ironic that one can feel the boundless darkness and gore that spreads out of it......

Dracula didn't seem to see anything, and made it all the way to the end of the hallway, where she saw the last door.

The strange pattern spread on the door, which was double-opened, and there were two silver chains of unknown length tied to the door, as if sealing and imprisoning something inside.

Dracula's footsteps finally slowed down, and he slowly stopped in front of the door, hesitated, and slowly pressed his trembling hands on the door.

"#¥=%&*......" A series of obscure incantations came out of Dracula's mouth, an ancient tradition of their vampire clan and the only one that could temporarily open the door to the seal.

This sealed door was accompanied by the birth of the vampire clan, and will also accompany them to eternal life, and will follow them for generations, which is the origin and last hope of the vampire clan.

And now, after the suspected death of the great vampire ancestor - Dracula, this door did not disappear, but independently found Dracula's closest next direct blood and guarded them again.

After the spell fell completely, the two silver chains that spread for an unknown length suddenly tightened, and then slowly exerted force, and with great difficulty, the door was pulled open, revealing a small gap that only allowed one person to pass through.

It was dark inside, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but the smell was strange.

However, Dracula is used to it, but her eyes are a little red for some reason, and her body trembles slightly, which can be seen that her state at this time is not so calm and self-controlled.

Walking into that crack, after Dracula's figure completely fell into darkness, the two tight silver chains suddenly loosened, and the door slammed shut, cutting off everything from the outside world, and this corridor was still as silent and eerie as ever.

"Da Da Da-" The sound of soft footsteps seemed to be amplified countless times in this room, constantly circulating, unusually clear.

But after a few sounds, the footsteps stopped, and only the echoes that kept reverberating remained.

I couldn't see anything in the darkness, and suddenly, a little red light bloomed from one place, rippling slowly, as if touching some mechanism, and the whole room instantly lit up—

The furnishings are very simple, and perhaps a bit of an exaggeration to say so, but there are almost no furnishings, just a thing that looks like a hanger that looks like a hanger, and then nothing else.

In the center of the room was a large pool of blood, and bubbles kept coming up, "gurgling", and then bursting open, turning into purer blood.

It was quiet, and the only sound in the room was the "gurgling" sound.

And Dracula's expression was a little trance, a little melancholy, her hand was still raised in a daze, and it seemed that the little red light just now was emitted by her.

For some reason, Dracula, who was quiet at this time, showed an abnormal sadness, which made people feel a little depressed when they saw it, and the uncontrollable sadness seemed to be about to overflow.

Even if she endured it strongly and didn't show anything, there was still a touch of mourning in her eyes, lingering and compassionate, like a wordless sadness to the extreme.

After standing for an unknown amount of time, Dracula finally lifted his already stiff feet, and walked forward as if he were unconscious, until he reached the edge of the pool of blood, holding the long hem of his skirt, and half-knelt down. (To be continued.) )

PS: Teaser for the next chapter: Open the token

A bizarre world, a new world, is that the glory of that era?