Dracula Cage raised his head, his palm clenched on half of his jaw, and he whimpered a few times, but he didn't spit out a complete word up and down, he shook his head depressedly, and scratched the ground a few times with one finger, but the floor tiles were all gold, and he didn't leave any scratches even if he used the strength of his old nose, let alone handwriting.

Xu Qing seemed to see this guy's embarrassment, and turned his head to Wei Damao on the side and said, "Please go out and find a pen and paper and ask him to write something." ”

Wei Damao replied and walked out of the treasure house gate quickly. The long sword in Xu Qing's hand rested on Dracula's shoulder, which saved effort first, and secondly, if this guy dared to play with a moth, he could cut off the thing on his neck with a sword, and Xu Qing had an inexplicable disgust in his heart for this blood-sucking alien, so he naturally wouldn't give him a good look.

Dracula Cage looked up at the Chinese warrior with the sword on his neck, and he didn't know why he had an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart, and there was a faint coercion, as if looking at the other party more coercion would increase a few points, this feeling was very familiar...... He quickly sorted out his memories and thought about it, and suddenly, his whole body trembled, and he thought of a god-like name!

How can it be? How could the Chinese warrior in front of him be like him, oh my God! That's impossible...... Dracula Cage looked at Xu Qing blankly, his eyes turned from astonishment to fanaticism, and finally turned into infinite worship, he ignored the sword edge pressed on his neck, bowed his head and crawled on the ground, regardless of the cracked half-pulled chin, and crawled forward with a whimper.

At this moment, Dracula had only one thought in his mind, kissing the instep of his foot, hoping that the supreme god of blood would forgive him for his blasphemy, and in the eyes of the god he was humble and insignificant, like a speck of dust in the air.

Xu Qing was also confused by this sudden change, and subconsciously raised the long sword in his hand, as long as this strange vampire dared to take a step closer, he would cut off his skull.

Dracula Cage was completely out of the way, dragging his scarred body and crawling forward, his chin and teeth slammed to the ground, followed by a pale muzzle.

The vampire with a whimper in his throat and eyes was like an old meat worm, moving his body forward inch by inch, and he didn't dare to climb too fast, because it would be a blasphemy against the god of blood!

Xu Qing held the long sword high and froze in place, but he didn't slash down for a long time, the vampire in front of him suddenly seemed to have lost his mind and went crazy, and crawled up to him very reverently, it didn't look like he wanted to bite, but he still couldn't help but take two steps back, and poked the long sword on the ground with a backhand.

"Stop, or don't blame the black ......" Halfway through the cruel words, Dracula Cage crawled over again, whining and calling in his mouth, like a lost puppy that saw its master, and would have waged if he had a tail.

"Help...... Lord ......" Wei Damao's stunned voice came from the door, he was holding a brand new notepad and a pen in his hand, but the scene he saw in front of him made him completely dumbfounded, the vampire who was about to die crawled forward with excitement on his face, his teeth clattered on the ground, and the young gang leader was retreating step by step, obviously holding a long sword in his hand and reluctant to use it, this situation was too weird.