After hearing what Count Dracula said, Basitu was very excited and recovered his left hand, which was something Basitu could not have imagined.

You must know that the left hand of Basitu began to be unable to be used easily many years ago, especially after the Great War, the whole person's left hand has been abolished.

Basitu has tried many ways to recover his left hand over the years, but he has never succeeded, and he heard Count Dracula say that he has restored his left hand, can he not be happy?

You must know that the Brazilian map has, a very powerful move to cut the moon, you need to perform it left and right, and over the years, the cultivation has not progressed, there is a reason, losing the left hand itself loses half of the strength, can retain the strength, restore the previous little bit of strength, it's good, let alone the strength is closer.

"I said that I can restore your hand and fulfill the promise I made for you back then, which is what I should do for you, and I did nothing after you broke off for me, and this is what I should compensate you for. Count Dracula said. Now that I'm being made like this by the Brazilian map, I'm not angry at all.

After hearing Count Dracula say this, Basitu let go of his hand, stepped aside and thought calmly for a while, then looked at Count Dracula with cold eyes, and then said.

"That being said, how do you prove that you can restore my left hand, how should I believe it, I think you just want to live, so you said this, deceived me once, do you think I will believe you a second time?"

"I know, you won't believe me, but I can heal your left hand 100%, because of the blood here, I can divide half of your soul for you, if you can't heal your left hand, you can crush that half of your soul, so that your strength will be greatly reduced, and life is better than death. Count Dracula said. He also cut out half of his soul.

For people whose strength has reached a certain level, demons, and vampires, they can put forward their own souls, and they want to divide them, as long as the soul does not disappear, they can be immortal and immortal, but few people dare to hand over their souls to others, and it is still unheard of to hand over so much at one time.

When Qian Ling'er heard this, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Lord Dracula, why are you doing this? ”

When Count Dracula heard Qian Ling'er's question, an angry expression appeared on his face, and his blood rioted, knocking down many nearby walls.

After a while, Count Dracula calmed down and said sorry to Qian Ling'er, just now his breath was rioting, remembering what happened before, he was too angry, and then explained to Qian Ling'er.

"The reason why I did this was that at that time, I was the last owner of the Yellow Springs Inn, and I was also the last Holy Son of the Blood Clan, and at that time, our Blood Clan was suffering from annihilation, and I wanted to heal Basitu's hands and work with him to defend the Blood Clan and protect the clan, but who knows......"

After saying this, Count Dracula recalled the previous events to Qian Ling'er.

"Since Lord Dracula has done this, I must believe what Lord Dracula says, come on, Count Dracula, prepare the materials needed to heal my left hand. Basitu said. After collecting the soul handed over by Count Dracula.

He was ready to start preparing for the recovery of his left hand, and he was not afraid of any tricks Count Dracula would play, and if he did, he would be sent directly to death.

"You don't need to prepare anything, you just need to help you regain your strength. Count Dracula said.

After Count Dracula finished speaking, he saw that Basitu was still a little hesitant, and then continued: "What are you afraid of, just to recover your strength, can I kill you like that, Basitu You are more alive and less courageous." ”

When Basitu heard Count Dracula say this, he knew that it was a radical method, and he also said it reasonably, "The more he lives, the more timid he becomes, what he is afraid of, his life is still in his own hands." Basitu thought to himself.

"Lord Dracula, you are too powerful, you have to be careful, it is better. Basitu said. Then he walked up and used his blood to heal Count Dracula's wounds.

After a while, Basitu saw that Count Dracula's injuries had recovered and some magical abilities, so he said to Count Dracula, "It's almost over, it's time to treat my left hand." ”

Count Dracula also knew that as long as he helped restore his left hand, he would definitely help him recover his left hand, and then stood up and walked behind him, raised Basitu's left hand, and then conjured up a bloody blade himself.

When Basitu saw Count Dracula swap out the Blood Blade, he immediately asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I'll carve you a magic array to absorb the blood here, and add my blood to restore your left hand, what are you afraid of? Count Dracula scoffed, and glanced at the Brazilian picture, and the whole person felt like a frightened bird

"Hmph!" Basitu snorted coldly and continued, "Be careful, don't play tricks, your life is still in my hands." ”

Count Dracula was silent, concentrating on depicting the magic array, every time he slashed, Basitu could feel very painful, and the expression on his face was also ugly, and Count Dracula was also sweating constantly.

Every step that Count Dracula carves consumes powerful magical energy, and after the engraving, the whole case is like a wolf's hand, but the pattern on it is very ancient.

At this time, Count Dracula cut his palm, dripping blood on these lines, dripping with blood, and then chanting a magic spell, attracting blood here, and injecting it into Bastu's left hand.

At this time, Basitu was in unbearable pain, and finally screamed, and I don't know how long later, Basitu directly pushed away Count Dracula, who was guiding his blood qi with his left hand.

"General, your left hand seems to have recovered, you should try it quickly. The soldiers around Basitu exclaimed.

"Yes, recovered, recovered, recovered, my hands can move. Basitu raised his trembling left hand and said, he couldn't believe it was all true, his hand was really restored.

Basitu raised his hands above his head, causing a riot of blood and qi around his body, and all the surrounding walls for five hundred miles turned into a pile of rubble.

"Hahaha! Thank you for all this, Lord Dracula, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am now. Basitu said with a smile. I am very satisfied with my left hand, not only the light is restored, but I also feel that my strength has been further improved.

"Basitu, now that your hand is restored, can you give me back my soul, and can you do me a favor?" said Count Dracula, standing up from the ground, clutching his chest.

"Okay! I'll give you back the soul now. Basitu said.

Basitu took out Count Dracula's soul with his left hand, and then directly crushed Count Dracula's soul.

In the next second, Don't hear Count Dracula's screams. "You!"

"Don't think that you restore my left hand, forget it, you want me to help you, in the next life! Basitu said.