The vampire demons gathered around the square laughed and taunted without hesitation:

"It's really self-explanatory, but the strength of the earl level actually dares to challenge the powerful marquis. ”

"Waste must have the consciousness of waste, otherwise it should be called stupid!"

"It's really useless, the sixteen-year-old cultivation has only reached the earl level. ”

......

Yarrow, who fell to the ground, slowly got up with his long sword, a bruise appeared on his forehead, and his clothes were torn. But he didn't seem to hear the taunts of the crowd around him, and there was a determined glint in his blood-red eyes.

He raised his sword again, pointing at Terrell on the other side. With a clear drink, the figure swept sideways and attacked again. Terrell looked at him playfully, with a look in his eyes like a cat playing with mice.

The blood moon hung in the air, and Yarrow limped to his lodgings with his aching body, his body covered in bruises, his handsome face bruised and swollen, his body covered in mud, and his clothes tattered.

A group of teenagers came up on the street, and one of them whistled: "Yo, isn't this dear Yarrow? Why are you so embarrassed? Who beat you up today......?"

"You have to be careful, Lord Yarrow has a very strong self-esteem, and if you laugh at him like this, he will fight you in a duel!" the other teenager laughed.

The young man who spoke earlier immediately made an extremely exaggerated expression: "Is it? The Lord of Darkness is above, I'm so scared...... hahahahaha......ha

Yarrow's eyes were bloodshot again, and he glared at the teenagers before biting his lip. I left without looking back. Behind him came an even more unbridled laugh.

Yarrow felt a little sour in his heart. is also a little confused, in the hellish plane that honors the strong. The proud character and humble strength seem to be doomed to his fate. Again and again, he tried to regain his self-esteem. But it always doesn't work out.

He quickened his pace as he thought, wanting to return to his lodgings as soon as possible, and only by being alone could he get a moment of peace.

Yarrow suddenly stopped, and a man fell to the street in front of him, looking like he had been rudely kicked to the side of the street by passing pedestrians. Lying on the edge of the street like a dead dog. To Yarrow's slight surprise, the man was not a demon, although he had a slight demonic aura on his body.

Yarrow took a few steps closer and took a closer look. The man was young and looked like he was only a few years older than himself. He has brown hair. Slender figure. He appeared to be badly wounded, with five hideous blood holes in his chest, and the bubbling blood stained the ground around him. The faint breath showed that he was not dead, but if he left it alone, he probably wouldn't last long.

Yarrow shook his head and continued to walk forward, the streets of the dead of vendetta abound in the infernal plane. He's no longer surprised.

But after a few steps, Yarrow turned back again.

Perhaps it was the seriously injured man in front of him who looked like a weak man, which made him, who was also a weak person, feel compassion. Perhaps out of curiosity, the Weishenme alien race will appear in the Demon Continent. Or maybe it's just because the person looks pleasing to the eye. In a word. After a moment's hesitation, Yarrow walked over to the man, picked him up, and walked towards his quarters.

The residence of the Vaal family, who ruled the town of Sewet, was built in the middle of the town, and the main house was built on a large area. Carved beams and paintings, lacquered gold paintings, extremely luxurious. The place where Yarrow lived was located in the corner of the house and was a small room of tens of square meters. The light in the room was dim. The only small window let in a little moonlight, and nothing else. The furnishings in the room are also simple. There was only a bed and a cupboard.

The door was kicked open, and Yarrow limped into the gloomy room with the man he had picked up from the street. He first carefully placed the man on his bed, then opened the cabinet in the corner and took out the wound medicine and gauze from it.

Then he walked to the bed and examined the man's injuries, which were extremely shocking with five bloody holes in his chest. Yarrow began to gently wipe the man's wound with cotton stained with the potion.

With a snort, the man woke up from his coma, and he moved his body, as if trying to stand up, but this movement immediately touched the wound, and the blood flowed out again, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Don't panic, you passed out on the side of the road, I just brought you back for treatment, and it didn't work against you. Yarrow explained.

The man finally quieted down when he heard this, but he still scanned around with confused eyes, and Zuihou focused on Yarrow's body, "Who is Your Excellency?" he asked.

Yarrow smiled, "My name is Yarrow Val, and I am a member of the Vaal family. ”

The man rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "My name is Dick Fahn, thank you very much for saving your life!"

Dick supported his body with both hands to sit up from the bed, and then reached out to take the gauze and wound medicine from Yarrow's hand: "Don't dare to trouble Your Excellency, I'll just take care of the medicine myself." ”

Yarrow frowned, "But you're so badly injured......"

Dick laughed, "But isn't your Excellency injured too?" he looked at the bruises and swelling on Yarrow's face.

Yarrow scratched his head embarrassedly: "Okay then, you take care of the injury yourself, and if you need help, just ask." ”

Dick smiled and nodded. Yarrow walked straight to the cabinet and took out a new piece of medicine and gauze.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and both men were dealing with their injuries.

"If you don't care, can you tell you how you got hurt?" Dick said as he cleaned his wounds.

"In this hellish plane, it is always unpleasant for a guy who has no strength but is unwilling to give in. Yarrow smeared the medicine on the bruises on his face, a bitter smile rising to the corner of his mouth.

Dick sensed it carefully, and the energy fluctuations on Yarrow's body were about the level of a fifth-level high-level warrior.

"Your Excellency's strength is not low. Dick said casually, but he soon realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Yarrow looked at him with a puzzled face: "Sixteen years old is just an earl, is there anyone worse than me?"

Dick smiled awkwardly, he subconsciously measured Yarrow's strength by the standards of the mortal plane. If it is placed in the Karimodan Continent, such a young high-ranking warrior is definitely a genius among geniuses.

But this is hell, according to what Dimichra said, the inhabitants of the hell plane are all the blood of the holy realm and gods, and the magic elements in the plane are far richer than those in the mortal plane, so the babies in hell are born with the strength of the trainee warrior level, and the qualified people can reach the holy realm even before they reach adulthood. By this standard, Yarrow's qualifications are definitely poor.

Dick's thoughts raced, and then he smiled and said, "The grace of saving lives cannot be repaid, please accept this." He opened the space bag, took out a turquoise vial and placed it at the head of the bed,

Yarrow looked at the unsightly turquoise vial, and said suspiciously: "May I ask ...... this?"

"Have you ever heard of the Divine Grace Elixir?" Dick asked with a smile as he slowly wrapped his wound in gauze.

Yarrow's face immediately changed color, and he looked at Dick in astonishment, and after a few seconds, he added, "As far as I know, the true divine charisma potion is God's grace to the world, and you are ...... Gods?"

Dick nodded, "Yes." ”

Hearing this, Yarrow frowned, as if he was pondering something, his eyes flashed with a burning light, and his expression was a little confused, after a long time, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he bent down and bowed deeply to Dick, and said slowly: "Lord Dick, I know that you are a god, and you will not care about a little person like me. I can't make unrealistic demands because of this rescue. ”

"Maybe our encounter was just a coincidence, maybe you'll forget about me as a vampire little count after you've healed, maybe the next time we see you, you'll be the one I need to look up to. But I still want to ask you for one thing. ”

"I have never begged anyone in my life, but today, I solemnly ask you to take me as a disciple!" (To be continued......)