Chapter 1052: The Love Between the Queen and the Violent Bear

Three wrinkled old mouths full of wrinkles opened to the sky, Dracula poured two red pills and was about to throw them into the mouth of the rat spot elder, thinking about it and feeling that two were too few, he simply poured out a dozen or so and pinched them in the palm of his hand, and all of them were shattered into slag with a click, and then poured into the old man's mouth in one go.

The effect of the more than a dozen pills must have increased if they were crushed, but the number of people who were fed the medicine must not be estimated, just as this medicine is like this. The three secret party elders were fed a few handfuls of medicine by Dracula in a daze, and ordinary people would have braided their hair on the spot, but this old man had a very strong resistance, and he left with a cane with a full burp, with the ancestor blood clan in charge, this is indeed not a place for them to stay for a long time.

Looking at the three secret party leaders aging into bats and staggering away, Xu Qing put down the long sword in his hand, beckoned to Dracula beside him, and waited for him to get closer before turning his head over and whispering: "These guys of the secret party will definitely not just forget it, I will give you a good thing now, and the effect should be good to deal with the group of old bats that have lost their hair in the secret party, but you listen to one thing, if I hear that your subordinates are harming the Chinese in the future, you know the consequences." ”

Dracula's expression changed, and he quickly nodded yes, his two red eyes were full of brilliance, and he was full of expectations for the good things that his master said could deal with the secret party.

Xu Qing took out a vial from his pocket and stuffed it into Dracula's arms, which contained the Drought Fang, although this thing is the treasure of the Blood Clan, but for him who doesn't want to become a vampire, it is not of much use except bluffing, and giving it to the Little Ghost can make the best use of it, but what he doesn't know is that in the near future, this Drought Fang will create a generation of blood emperors.

Dracula could feel an ancient and pure aura emanating from the bottle, although it was very light, the power contained in it made him tremble all over his body, it was a tremor from the depths of his soul, just when he was about to reach out and take out the small bottle with an excited face, Xu Qing stopped his movements with his eyes.

"I'm not busy, it's better to find a place to avoid people and look at it, take care of things here, I have to take a step in advance." After Xu Qing finished speaking, he raised enough positive yang qi under his feet, jumped up high, and his body folded in the air like a black-winged roc, and a few flew away without a trace.

Dracula took a deep breath as he looked at his master's departing back, reached into his pocket, and turned around, giving Pope Paul and the cardinals a 'kind' smile, their fangs flashing with a little white light.

Xu Qing was not worried that Dracula would not be able to control the scene, because he had already seen the magic of the spear of Longinus with his own eyes, and Hughes and Proneo did not dare to act rashly in those scheming blood lords, otherwise the end would definitely be the same as the two fourth-generation blood clans who turned into ashes, all he had to do now was to go back to the hotel to meet Huang Puran, and then prepare to return to China.

I flew all the way out of the church gate and didn't see half a figure on the street, not even a car, this is the attitude of the government and ordinary people towards this battle, and Mingzhe will not help each other.

Xu Qing found a corner, took off his clerical robe, took off the mask on his face, wrapped it up and lit it with fire, threw it into the trash, and looked back at the bat cloud that gradually dispersed in the air of the cathedral, he knew that the battle between the Holy See and the dark creatures had come to an end.