(Cat flutter Chinese)

"Before I came, I had heard that there was a very peculiar custom in the ancient town of Transylasia," Carlo said suddenly,

"Whenever guests come here, the aborigines will keep them and bring out goat's milk, wine, and golden boar legs to entertain them," Carlo glanced at Dracula with a smile.

And, in the evenings, the lovely people of Transylvania would send their wives and daughters to serve the guests who had come from afar, as a way to express their sincere and fiery hearts," Carlo reclined on the sofa and talked as if he were a really elegant and learned guest, except that he had something that made Count Dracula almost bite his fangs.

"I have ruled Transylasia for nearly four centuries," Count Dracula, who had completely turned blood-red eyes, stared at Carlo and gritted his teeth, "There are only horror legends of werewolves and vampire demons on a moonlit night, and I have never heard of such a custom."

"Oh yes" Carlo looked abrupt, then smiled apologetically, "The ladies are so hospitable, I thought this rumor I heard from the mercenary tavern was true"

"Ahh

Dracula's handsome and perfect appearance quickly dissolved into the blood, and his body gradually swelled, turning into an irregular monster that changed shape all the time, a monster composed entirely of blood.

Count Dracula, who has no hands, no feet, no mouth and no nose, is known as the King of Lifeless. The three vampire brides on the ground were taken by Dracula's might

"Wake up", they realized for a moment what they had just done, and then screamed in horror, a hundred times more terrified than when they had faced Carlo before.

Having spent centuries with Dracula, they are the ones who know best what is truly terrifying about the vampire king.

"Master!" the vampire bride cried out in grief and despair, "spare your humble servant this time, it's all because he has cast evil magic on us" The three of them glared at Carlo with resentment, Carlo smiled lightly and comforted: "Hey, ladies, you don't have to worry so much about your good skills, I will protect you"

"Roar" The blood-colored monster let out a low, dark roar, mixed with boundless fury, and the next moment, it swooped down, its blood-colored body expanded into a bloody curtain, and under the candlelight, half of the ancient castle was reflected in a blood-red color.

Carlo faced a terrifying blow, but Ping Ping stretched out his right hand, five fingers slightly bent, when the blood curtain came violently, but it seemed to be subjected to an irresistible huge suction, the blood curtain sucked towards Carlo's palm Carlo's palm seemed to become the center of the blood-colored vortex, when the blood curtain completely dissolved, Dracula reappeared in front of him.

It's just that now the Earl's neck is being tightly choked by Carlo, and his face is frightened. Dracula burst into black bats and tried to flee in all directions, but the hand was still only holding on to it, and the bats seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, and they couldn't move an inch forward as hard as they flapped their wings.

The black bat turned into complete blood and wanted to flow, and Dracula escaped in Carlo's hands, and there were countless different ways to escape, but Carlo's right hand was like a prison for the demons, pinching Dracula's to death

"Life" made him helpless.

"Roar" Dracula roared like crazy, his eyes showing a desperate madness, and at some point there was an extra transparent and blood-colored thing in his hand, which looked somewhat similar to the silver lid that the nobles covered the dishes before eating.

The moment the lid appeared, the three vampire brides burst into bats, screaming and fleeing in all directions, but the entire castle was enveloped by an invisible force, and they could only hit the wall again and again, and their heads were bleeding.

Dracula smirked at Carlo, holding the blood-colored lid aloft, spitting out ancient syllables that seemed to be a spell.

Carlo felt that what was in Dracula's hand was gradually releasing a huge blood-colored power, which surpassed the strength limit of Dracula's high-level archdemon and gradually extended to the leader-level level.

Carlo frowned slightly, and for the sake of unnecessary trouble, he reached out and grabbed the thing into his hand while Dracula's spell was still finished.

Dracula's incantation got stuck in his throat halfway through, and he glared at Carlo, his eyes falling out in surprise.

"This can't be!" cried out Dracula in despair and madness.

"Nothing is impossible" Carlo grabbed Dracula's neck with one hand, and played with the strange cover of blood surging with the other, his thin body stood lazily, and the candle flame reflected his shadow on the wall, which was an extremely terrifying image of the demon king.

"As a thank you for the hospitality of the ladies, I won't kill you," Carlo smiled at Dracula, revealing his teeth as white as knives.

Dracula shuddered, fear and despair overwhelmed him in an instant, the blizzard never stopped, hideous and treacherous, and strange noises came from the castle.

"One thousand eight hundred and ninety-one, one thousand eight hundred and ninety-two, one thousand eight hundred and ninety-three" A trembling woman's voice kept counting.

Every time a woman pronounces a number, it is accompanied by a crisp one

The sound of "popping" is like the sound of a naughty child throwing mud on a wall. In the elegant study full of European classical style, with a blazing fire, Carlo is lazily reclining on the sofa, flipping through a thick notebook.

Verona and Maresca, two vampire brides, squatted on either side of the couch, one beating his legs and the other pinching his back.

As for the counting, it was Alina facing the wall of the study. Alina's eyes were full of horror, and her voice trembled because of fear.

Her beautiful dark purple eyes reflected everything in front of her, and her great master, Count Dracula, was grabbed tightly by a large invisible hand and slammed against the wall,

"Smack!", the tremendous force smashed it into a bloody mess of meat sauce.

"One thousand eight hundred and ninety-four," Alina shuddered as she read the number, and for the first time in her life, she felt sympathy for her master, Count Dracula, who had always been known for his bloody cruelty.

The blurred flesh on the wall slowly flowed down, and the blood flashed, and the flesh returned to Dracula's form.

Dracula's face was pale, and he just seemed to run away, but he was grabbed by an invisible hand, and the pain cycled

"One thousand eight hundred and ninety-five" Carlo flipped the page of the note in his hand and casually ordered, "Alina, can you please make your voice louder?" After a while, Alina's trembling voice sounded: "Okay, okay, my master"

"Smack"

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