The infinite life of a certain beauty

Chapter 79 I'm so sweet to you (please collect it!)
The two priests, whose necks were turned 180 degrees, stared wide-eyed, fell at Kirk's feet with a plop.

Gwen looked at the two priests who fell to the ground, and a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes.

But it soon disappeared.

Instead of being God's shepherd dog, he ran to be a vampire's henchman.

You deserve it!

Kirk withdrew his hands from the heads of the two priests, devouring the memory of the two priests who had converted and believed in vampire priests, opened his eyes, and turned to look at Gwen.

"Let's go."

"..."

Gwen pointed at the struggling female vampire wrapped in a cocoon like a spider in front of her: "What about this one?"

Kirk looked at the female vampire whose mouth was covered by spider silk, who seemed to want to say something, swung her right hand, and threw the vise to Gwen: "Extract teeth."

After all, when he was in the Star Building, Gwen only pulled out one of the vampire's fangs, and the other fang was not pulled out.

With a scream, Gwen retracted the vise with a fang stained with black blood.

"and then?"

"killed."

Kirk bent down and broke off a piece of wood from the church door that had just been kicked away, and appeared beside Gwen in an instant. Then, the broken piece of wood in his hand directly pierced into the screaming female vampire's chest.

The stake pierces the heart.

next second.

Bang!
The female vampire's screams stopped instantly, and then, at the speed of a thousand-year-old mummified corpse finally seeing the light of day, it quickly turned into ashes.

The spider cocoon that wrapped the female vampire also shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. It looked as if the spider cocoon had completely devoured the wrapped female vampire.

There was a snap.

After completing his mission, the wood fell weakly on the floor beside him.

Although the priest in this church has converted to vampires, the church itself still believes in God, so the wooden door of the church can also be described as holy wood.

As we all know, holy water, holy soil, and even holy wood, everything that is linked to God, is the natural nemesis of vampires.

Kirk looked away.

"Let's go."

"it is good."

Gwen wrapped the bloody fangs on the vise with spider silk and put them away, then looked at Kirk who was walking straight towards the inner room of the church, and hurriedly followed.

Kirk went straight all the way, familiar with the way, and led Gwen straight to a small room in the backyard of the church, knocked a corner of the stone wall in the room, and then, an elevator leading to the underground was revealed.

Gwen was a little surprised when she saw a quiz popping up on the wall. Looking at Kirk who walked into the elevator, she said suspiciously, "Are you sure you're with me, not with vampires."

Seeing Kirk's familiar posture, she felt her heart pounding.

What if Kirk was playing a very novel tactic?
such as……

Please enter the urn or something.

Kirk, who walked into the elevator, laughed when he heard this sentence, and looked at Gwen who was still outside the elevator: "You still owe me a bag of blood."

Gwen was taken aback for a moment, then stepped into the elevator, looked at Kirk who directly pressed the down button of the elevator: "I knew it, you're greedy for my blood."

Kirk looked at Gwen with a smile on his face.

"Then will you give it back to me?"

"Give!"

Gwen blinked her eyes, gritted her teeth, and stared at Kirk: "I'll drink sugar as water when I get back, it's so sweet to you."

Kirk laughed.

Ding sound.

The elevator opens.

Gwen regained consciousness in an instant, entered a fighting state, walked out of the elevator with Kirk, and then saw a UV lamp erected not far away, and a two-meter-large bed illuminated by the UV lamp.

Lying on the big bed was a corpse whose whole body was scorched by ultraviolet rays. It was full of bumps and hollows. It looked like a corpse that weighed at least three to four hundred kilograms.

"God."

Gwen involuntarily covered her nose, not wanting to breathe the air here. With a buzzing voice, she pointed to the corpse on the big bed that seemed to have been preempted by others: "Is this also a vampire?"

Kirk hummed, looked around, and answered Gwen's question.

"He's supposed to be the librarian for the vampires here."

"Librarian?"

Gwen frowned: "What's this for?"

Kirk's gaze fell not far away. It seemed that someone had smashed the entrance of a passage with a plastic bomb, and walked over there: "Just like the administrator of the New York Library, he manages the books of vampires."

Gwen looked at the vampire librarian with a bumpy appearance on the big bed.

next second.

The vampire librarian groaned suddenly.

"He's not dead yet."

"Well, his fangs should be worth a lot."

Kirk glanced at the secret room that had been blown apart, but the interior was already in ruins. He walked out again and looked at the obese vampire on the big bed: "It should be the one that costs $[-]."

The older the vampire, the higher the price of its fangs in the market.

No matter where the librarians are, they are all older.

The blood clan also has its own librarian, an old blood clan who is said to have lived for 500 years, and is responsible for recording and collecting memorabilia of the blood clan just like the historians of the Eastern Kingdom.

Gwen listened to Kirk's words, looked at the fat vampire on the big bed, and said with disgust, "I don't want to pull this tooth."

She felt that if she did it herself, after she went back, she might wash her hands all night, and she would still have nightmares when she slept.

wrong.

Gwen suspected that if she went to bed tonight, she would have nightmares.

Kirk nodded without saying anything else. He raised his right foot and picked up a piece of broken glass on the ground. With a tap of his toe, the broken glass cut through the sky instantly and sank directly into the head of the fat vampire on the big bed.

Bang!
The obese vampire was finally relieved of being unable to move, and could only allow the ultraviolet rays to burn, the pain that was worse than death, turned into ashes, covering the entire big bed.

Kirk looked away and walked outside.

"Let's go."

"……coming."

From the corner of her eye, Gwen saw the entrance to the secret room that was blown away, and a page from a book that was left behind. She walked over, picked it up, saw Kirk who had entered the elevator again, and hurriedly chased after him.

in the elevator.

Gwen looked at the incomprehensible text on the yellow torn page she had just picked up.

"what is this?"

"Blood text."

"Blood what?"

"The words of the blood race."

Kirk glanced at the content on the broken page in Gwen's hand: "Just like the writing in other countries, the blood race also has its own writing system."

Gwen looked at the words on the broken page and blinked.

"I seem to have read this text somewhere."

"where?"

"It seems to be on my father's finger, it looks like this."

Gwen recalled a symbol she saw in the index and middle fingers of George's left hand, briefly sketched it, and then looked at Kirk: "What kind of text is this?"

Kirk raised his eyebrows and looked at Gwen.

"slave."

"what?"

"It's used to signify a slave."

"what?"

Gwen couldn't help frowning, and then shook her head: "No, since this is the text of the vampire, why is it here with the vampire? Didn't you say that the vampire does not belong to the vampire?"

Kirk snorted and looked at Gwen: "Didn't I tell you, vampire, was it born by a blood race?"

Gwen: "..."

(End of this chapter)