[Quick Travel] Raider God Project

Chapter 725 The Sleeping Earl vs The Professional Tooth Extraction Hunter 8

The neighborhood where Lu Sheng lived was relatively old, and there was hardly any sunlight in the stairwell. It might be because of this that that perverted blood race dared to come out in broad daylight.

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the remaining steps, and slowly slowed down, rhythmic footsteps one after another, gradually moving away from the noisy voice upstairs.

The surroundings were so quiet that it was even a little weird, but that gaze was fixed on him all the time, never leaving for a second.

When he walked to the last corner, Lu Sheng clearly felt that there seemed to be something quickly pasting behind him, and just as he was about to take out the iron tongs, the thing disappeared instantly.

Immediately afterwards, he heard voices, a young couple came up from the first floor talking and laughing, the girl's hand hooked the boy's arm intimately, wishing she could stick her entire body on her partner's body.

But it doesn't matter, the blood race prefers the night to the day, I believe tonight will be very lively!

【Big, what's the matter? 】

Lu Sheng glanced at them and clicked his tongue softly in his heart.

The prey has been scared away!

Randomly triggering punishment anytime, anywhere, this is too bad for him, he doesn't want to repeat what happened last night.

[big...]

444 Seeing his family raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully, for some reason, his small body trembled, and he always felt that someone was going to be unlucky!

Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, the smile in his eyes subsided in an instant, "444, last time you said to coordinate with your Patriarch's system for punishment, did you get any results?"

Lu Sheng looked at his aggrieved appearance, his forehead twitched slightly, and he sighed faintly.

"According to the previous rule, the penalty is triggered once every three days. This time, it shouldn't be earlier, right?"

444 pouted, unable to speak.

He couldn't contact the main system at all!

……

As night fell, the entire Dracula Castle was shrouded in darkness, and the bats on the top were circling crazily, and their mouths were still screaming, as if they were in a carnival.

His words sounded like he was asking 444, but in fact it was more like talking to himself, and he became more and more certain in his heart that if the pervert dared to come at night, he would have to fight quickly!

Before 444 had time to answer his big question, he saw that the other party had ignored him, walked out of the stairs, and went straight to the breakfast shop.

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo with a tray in his hand stood at the front on his left and bowed slightly to the man sitting above him, like the most gentlemanly and loyal butler in a noble family in the Middle Ages.

The man in the seat, with silver hair and blood eyes, glanced coldly and without any emotional fluctuations over the tray he was holding.

Oleite knelt on the ground trembling all over, not even daring to lift his head, the force was too strong to press him straight down, almost making him dare not even take a breath.

"count."

"Earl, please dine."

The butler took a step forward and brought the tray to Elvis, but in return he gave him a shivering look.

There was a transparent goblet on the tray, which was filled with mellow fresh blood. The rich and sweet smell was enough to drive the blood race in the entire castle crazy.

Olette also smelled this smell. If it was the past, he would also be obsessed with this delicious taste, but since he smelled a better smell last night, it has no appeal to him.

The butler knew what Elvis liked, he had been waiting for his earl to wake up, so even the donors were kept in reserve.

"Get out!"

"Go back."

"Count, you have been sleeping for so long, you need to eat. This is fresh blood that was taken 10 minutes ago. The donor of the blood is very pure and has just grown up. The Count will like it."

The butler shuddered. The earl had been asleep for so long that he almost forgot that the blood in front of him had always said the same thing!

He bowed, stepped back a few steps, and hurried out with a pale face.

Elvis' voice was extremely cold, as if it had been frozen, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

The entire hall seemed to be enveloped by a low pressure, and the air was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

"Earl...Earl..."

A trembling voice sounded, and Elvis glanced down at Olette, and the line of his lips was slightly raised, evoking an extremely cold arc.

As soon as the butler left, Ollette, who was kneeling on the ground, almost trembled like a sieve, lowered her head even lower, and almost held her breath.

Time passed by every minute, and the whole hall was terribly quiet. His back was wet, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. If he continued like this, he would be scared to death just by being scared.

"Yes, I won't say anything!"

He is not a fool, he can figure out what happened last night after a little thought.

"Don't let out a single word of what happened last night!"

Olette was stunned for a moment, then looked up in surprise, but met a pair of blood-red eyes, and was instantly frozen by the coldness in those eyes.

This is Earl Dracula, the blood with the purest blood, the nobleman among the nobles. Of course, Olette couldn't resist his words!

"Go back."

The cup of blood brought in by the butler just now was indeed high-quality, but it was nothing compared to the prey last night.

He thought of the count's gentle look when he took the young man away last night, and the count refused to eat just now, obviously he was eyeing the young man.

Elvis' gaze slowly turned to the window sill, and with a casual gesture, a bat flew in from the outside and stood directly on his palm.

The bat is not big, and it also has a pair of blood-red eyes. It looks at him with a round face, and it is a bit cute.

"Yes."

Oleite responded, finally got up from the cold ground, bowed and exited the hall.

The little bat tilted its head, seemed to hesitate for a moment, then flapped its wings, flew up from his palm, and flew straight in the direction it came from just now.

Elvis looked at the direction where the little bat disappeared, and an unforgettable face appeared in his mind.

"Go find him."

Elvis lowered his head, his eyes met the little bat, and the red light in his pupils flashed quickly.

There was a faint smile on his expressionless face.

Immediately afterwards, the sexy thin lips opened slightly, and a hoarse and magnetic voice spilled out word by word from the bottom of the throat.

"Wait for me, pretty little prey."

At this time, the young man whom he called the pretty little prey was holding iron tongs in one hand, and was looking at the vampire sent to the door with a smile, and the interest in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

[Big brother, be careful, this blood race is a bit strange. 】