Chapter 142: Morning of Lester the Vampire
When the young man heard Duan Zhuji's words, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he showed an angry expression, he felt that Duan Jiji was playing tricks on him, and he was unwilling to hand over the money on his body, so he said this. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
Thinking of this, the young robber immediately waved the sharp blade in his hand and rushed towards Duan Zheng, Duan continued to see the other party's actions, and also showed a good and sad expression, he was not afraid of the other party's sharp blade, this sharp blade is no different from a toy in a child's hand to him.
Duan Zheng just opened his arms and stretched out the cloak behind his back, like a black creature with huge wings, and he appeared in front of this robber in a flash, abrupt and unpredictable.
The young robber obviously showed an expression of disbelief, he didn't know how this seemingly weak young man appeared in front of him, you must know that there was a distance of more than ten meters between them in the first second, but in the next second, the other party appeared on his way forward, which has to be said to be a very strange thing.
Moreover, he seemed to see the other man open, the carved lips, and a pair of fangs peeking out of them, and he watched as the fangs pierced his neck and pierced his great artery, and the young robber had a look of horror on his face.
He finally understood now that what the other party said was not a lie, but really wanted to suck his own blood, but how could a human being suck the blood of his own kind, he saw the other party's eyes glowing with strange light, looked at the unusually pale skin, and a name appeared on his lips, but before he could say it, he had already died of excessive blood loss.
"Whew......!"
Duan kept loosening the other party's neck, took out a silk scarf from his arms, wiped the blood from his mouth, and showed a satisfied expression on his face, the hunger in his belly eased slightly, but these were not enough.
Duan Zheng didn't know how much blood a normal vampire needed in a day, but the amount of blood that could be eaten in this person's body was tantamount to a drop in the bucket for him, and it could be said that it was not enough to even stuff his teeth.
"What a nuisance!"
Duan kept taking a sip, he had always hated trouble very much, and the life of hunting every day like this was undoubtedly boring and tasteless for him, but he was helpless, he could feel the explosive power in his body, but under this powerful power, he also felt his thirst for blood.
It can be said that he now has to suck blood almost every day, otherwise he will feel weak, and it can even be said that without this blood, he will not be able to survive, this is the bond that holds his life, connects his life with the blood of his prey.
Duan kept muttering, then tightened his cloak and let him merge into the darkness again, he was like a king in the dark, looking for a target to start, I don't know which person's evil blood will be devoured by Duan Zhu, a vampire waiting for an opportunity, next time.
In fact, what Duan didn't know was that for ordinary vampires, the amount of blood needed every day was just one person, and a vampire like him could be regarded as an outlier among vampires, an outlier that had never appeared since ancient times.
In the following hunts, Duan constantly captured all kinds of prey, both strong and dexterous, and before each of Duan Zhi's attacks, he would teasingly give the other party some chance to defend themselves, and then give them a fatal hug.
Under Duan Zheng's skillful methods, as many as six human beings died, and these six people were all those Xiao Xiaozhi who were stealing chickens and dogs behind their backs, and it could even be said that it was not a pity to die, Duan Zheng had no psychological burden on killing these people by himself.
For him, the only role of these Xiao Xiaojun is to become his own food, and there is no other role, he looked up at the gradually whitening sky, it is already early morning, he knows that he should go, for him his life now is the night, when the sun comes, that is, when he returns to darkness.
Duan kept thinking about this, without the slightest delay, turned around and walked towards his residence in Paris, he had to find a place to hide before the sun came out completely, otherwise his own fate would be extremely miserable, even more miserable than those who were sucked clean by his blood.
Duan Zheng didn't want to be such a tragic guy, so he walked very fast, and it didn't take long for him to reach his residence, when the sun had not yet fully risen, he pulled up the collar of his black cloak, and walked straight in.
When the waiter was about to change his clothes, he stretched out his hand to stop the waiter's movements, and wanted to go back to his room, but just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something, stopped, turned to the waiter, and said, "By the way, in a little while, you will invite Monsieur Pierre Roger over, and say that Lester has something to do with him, and you will let him come directly to my room when he comes." ”
Seeing the waiter nodding yes, Duan Cheng didn't say anything, he turned around and walked directly into his room, the first thing after entering was naturally to block the inside of the room, wherever the light could be transmitted, so as not to let the light shine into his room, he didn't want to die here inexplicably.
You must know that Duan Jiji is a person who cherishes his life very much, no matter what the circumstances, he has always insisted that dignity can only be enjoyed when he is alive, and the dead have no dignity, don't say anything like he would rather die standing than live on his knees.
Duan has always felt that only by killing his enemy can he get the respect he deserves, and he is dead, the respect that the opponent gives himself is not called respect, if someone tells him, after I kill you, I will give you the highest funeral, give you the respect that a deceased deserves.
Duan will definitely jump up, point at the other party's nose and scold, or directly kill the other party, and then give this highest level of respect to the other party, for this, he feels that he is not a narrow-minded person, he can give a deceased the highest standard funeral.
After all these things were done, Duan Ji sat in this dark room, he didn't feel tired now, not even a trace of sleepiness, he didn't know what was going on, but he had a faint guess.
That is, when he has sucked enough blood on his own, he will not feel tired, and he will not even have to sleep, which has to be said to be a happy thing for him, so that he can save enough time for him to do more.
However, he thought about it again and felt that something was wrong, he couldn't go out during the day, or even see the light of the sun, which meant that he couldn't do anything indirectly, it was better to sleep at home, to know that there was no danger to his life when he slept, and if he went out, he had to worry about the bad sun all the time.
Duan kept pursing his lips, he was a little powerless to complain about this terrible setting, he didn't even bother to say anything more, such a thing didn't mean anything to him, he hated wasting his time like this, maybe it was because he had wasted too much time before, so after experiencing so many things, he felt that he should do something, at least not against his own heart.
In Duan's constant thinking, time flies quickly, it can also be said that Roger came quickly, this is a young man with infinite love for life and work, he doesn't want to succeed all the time, he is eager to prove himself with something, and Duan constantly gives him a good platform.
When Roger came in, Duan constantly motioned for him to close the door, and after Roger closed the door, the room immediately became dark, and Roger subconsciously wanted to open the window.
However, Duan continued to stop the other party's behavior early, although Roger was a little puzzled, but because Duan continued to be his big employer, in his future years, it is estimated that he will never meet such a big employer, so he was very interested and did not say anything. (To be continued.) )