Demon King Dad

The blood began to reincarnate.

The moment this cursed blood entered the Viscount's mouth, it began to spread and began to erode.

The heart that had stopped beating suddenly violently beat at this moment.

The originally whitish hair began to turn bright red at this moment.

Viscount Goblin Lesfindor opened his mouth, beginning to be pleased with the swelling power in his body.

There was a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the excited smile made the fangs at the corner of his mouth sharper. His eyes... At this moment, they are also expanded because of the excitement, turning into snake-like linear pupils.

The thin man was smiling. Watching the birth of his "child". He spread his hands and looked at the fat man in front of him with joy, watching him start to digest the cursed blood in his body. Become stronger and more powerful

"This is... my body...? Haha...hahahahahahahahahahahahaha

At this moment, the devil blood began to work.

Viscount Raisfindor's fat body began to shrink slowly. The excess fat turned into red mist and evaporated from every blood capillary hole on his body surface. The wrinkles on his face slowly disappeared at this moment, turning back into a young and handsome face. The bloated body just turned into a sturdy and perfect body in just one minute, full of muscles and sharp edges.

The thin man nodded slightly and smiled.

In no time, the transformation of the magic blood was over. In the blood-red mist in the room, the young and handsome Viscount Lesfindor struggled to get up. He clutched his forehead and looked at his hand. The joy of the corner of the mouth is even greater.

"I...reborn...? This is...my body?"

"Yes, my child. This is your body."

The thin man took a mirror, brought it in front of the Viscount, and smiled. Seeing the young and handsome himself in the mirror, the Viscount couldn't control his excitement for a while, and the hand holding the mirror trembled even more.

"I...my face...my body...hehe...hahahaha...this...this is me...this should be me"

The thin man put away the "Covenant Ordinance" in his hand, took the clothes from the side, threw it on Viscount Raisfindor, and said--

"You have just been born again, and there are some rules, I hope you can remember them clearly. As a member of my blood family, the'child' must strictly obey the orders of the'parents'. Starting today, you will no longer be a humble human, but a noble Kindred. Your power will far surpass humans. You can despise them as much as you want and treat them as your food."

"We are invincible. We are as noble as gods. However, our blood family has a very fatal weakness. That is..."

"No, I have no weakness."

Without waiting for the thin man to finish, Viscount Lesfindo put on his original clothes, said with a grinning corner of his mouth.

"I can feel the power in my body... I have such a strong power. How can I have weaknesses when I am so strong? A strong blood clan...how can I have weaknesses?"

The thin man shook his head and said: "Every new member is like this. After gaining strength, he thinks he is invincible. But our weakness is so obvious. That is..."

"sunlight."

"From the moment we became the blood race, we embraced the eternal darkness, forever and ever, and said goodbye to the sun. To ordinary people, the bright sunshine is a flame that burns our skin. If we stand for a long time In the sun, we will be burned to ashes. You must remember this. My child."

Viscount Lesfindor was taken aback for a moment, and then he nodded, but the corner of his mouth did not show any fear. On the contrary, it is full of disdain.

"Father... I feel hungry now."

The Viscount opened his mouth, and the sharp fangs looked extremely sharp.

The wasting man nodded and said, "Yes, of course you will feel hungry and thirsty just after being born again. But luckily, I have prepared food for you. Come on, these are the rewards you deserve."

The thin man snapped his fingers, the door to the district chief's room opened, and two people with blood red pupils walked in. They held a woman in their arms. That... it's not someone else, it's Smila in the fainting.

The two blood clan members threw the woman on the ground without any carelessness, as if they were carrying an inanimate object. When Viscount Raisfindor saw this woman, his throat immediately made a thirsty gurgling sound.

"Come, enjoy it. Toast to your rebirth."

Viscount Lesfindo grinned grimly, and slowly walked towards Smila who was sleeping on the ground.

His pupils became more and more ferocious, and the corners of his handsome mouth contained a more excited evil smile.

He stretched out his hand, hugged this woman who had no resistance, pulled the clothes on her shoulders, looked at her delicate and attractive neck, and slowly opened his mouth...

Boom————

A loud bang suddenly came from the second floor. Such a huge explosion even shook the district chief's room a little bit.

The thin man was taken aback, and immediately walked to the door and asked: "What's the matter?"

After a while, a kinship rushed over and reported back: "I don't know it is being confirmed now."

"Go and make sure if we are found by a living...Kill him."

"Yes"

The blood clan left and went to perform his task. The thin man turned his head and looked at the Viscount who was greedily sucking blood inside, and the smile at the corner of his mouth revealed again.

Yeah, what's to worry about? The blood family is the strongest.

Except for the **** sunlight, nothing else could take their lives. As long as he accepts the baptism of blood, then no one... can't be an opponent of the blood race

Smila's complexion in a coma gradually weakened, and gradually became haggard.

As the blood in her body gushes out like a tide, the fire of her life is slowly dimming, and finally...

To go out...

brush

A dagger was inserted into the neck of Viscount Lesfindo, who was sucking life.

Along with this thorn, the blood donation that had just entered his mouth immediately swayed out like a gushing spring.

The pain caused the newly reborn blood clan to let out a roar. He had to let go of the woman in his arms, turned his head, pulled out a short sword from his neck, and looked fiercely at the door.

"Who is bothering me?"

With a roar, these blood-red pupils saw the man who threw the dagger.

That is a girl...

He has a charming figure, tied with a pair of ponytails, red hair, and under a short skirt, two slender legs are tightly wrapped by a pair of black stockings.

Seeing this young girl, Lesfindo's original anger immediately turned into greed. He sneered, opened his fangs, and rushed towards the girl

The girl with blood red pupils didn't avoid it.

She just drew out another dagger again, and at the moment the disobedient "child" rushed forward, she turned around and pierced his heart with a sword.

The general pain of tearing, and the scream of heartbreaking lungs, became the only thing the Viscount could feel now.

Above the veil, those bright red beautiful eyes coldly looked at the blood family who knelt in front of him and howled. These eyes gradually shifted from the Viscount to Smila over there. Then, she walked over and gently pressed Smila's heart with her hand...

Very weak. Almost, about to disappear.

After feeling this, the young girl turned her head and looked at the thin man beside her, her cold eyes full of accountability.

The thin man seemed to realize something. He took a step back and bowed to the girl. At the same time, holding the covenant ordinance in his hand, he said apologetically--

"I'm really sorry, Your Royal Highness. I...I thought you don't need it anymore..."

The enchanting girl ignored the wasting man and the Viscount who was yelling strangely over there, but bent down, picked up Smila, and left the president's room. She took the woman to the lounge next to her, let her lie on the bed, covered with a quilt. Later, the thin man came with two kinsmen, holding a lot of blood bags and medical equipment in his hands.

"Next, let me come. Your Royal Highness."

The thin man came to Smila's side, lifted the blood bags of the same blood type as her, and began to insert her into her arm. With the blood flowing into Smila's arm drop by drop, the girl's eyes looking at the thin man could be regarded as slightly better.

"Next, what happened."

A cold voice came from the girl's lips under the veil.

"This... is under investigation. If there are no problems..."

"Leave it to you."

The girl did not wait for the thin man to finish speaking, she immediately came to the window and opened the window.

Wow, la la la —————————

The rain outside is still falling.

The dark rain poured down, and the violent gale blew the veil on the girl's face, revealing the small but bright red lips below.

After that, she jumped and jumped out of the window on the third floor. In a blink of an eye, she disappeared into the darkness.

After seeing the girl leave, the thin man let out a heavy sigh. He closed the window, glanced at Smila on the bed, and snorted.

"my child."

He returned to the district chief's room and looked at Viscount Lesfindor, who had pulled the dagger from his chest and was sucking frantically with his blood bag. At this moment, besides anger, there was great dissatisfaction in the eyes of this viscount.

"Father that woman...who is she?"

"Not to be unreasonable"

The thin man yelled and said--

"She is our princess. It can be said that without her, there would be no present and glory of ours. She is the'mother'. It is you, me, and the Virgin of all the blood races here, you must remember."

Viscount Raisfindor bit his blood bag. Despite his many dissatisfaction, he couldn't speak out now, only sucking the blood bag greedily. At this moment...

"Report that we were attacked"

Finally, a member of the kinship came to the door and reported back loudly--

"A security team entered the Dracula area. Our people seemed to be spotted by them while carrying'food'. Excuse me, what should we do now?"

"Guardian?... What happened to the explosion just now?"

"This... seems to be an explosion caused by improper use of the guiding light."

"is it?"

After thinking about it for a while, the thin man immediately made up his mind--

"Kill them. Leave none."

"Yes"

The blood clan member left. At the same time, Viscount Lesfindor, who was full of blood, stood up, touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Father, I will also go to deal with them. I can’t wait to try me. The power of… and..."

The evil eyes swayed in the eyes of this new member.

"I... I want to try it myself, the real feeling of sucking up a person's blood"

Viscount Raisfindor's request was normal, and there was no need to refuse the thin man. Accompanied by a nod of his head, the Viscount grinned, immediately put on his clothes, rushed out of the room, and went to search for his prey...

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The heavy rain is still falling.

The idiot's body was already wet by rain again.

He lay on the wall on the second floor outside the office and let out a soft breath.

Just now, it was really risky.

If it hadn't been for the sudden explosion of the guiding light, I am afraid that I would have been found by those with red pupils.

After the previous battle of Fire Monster, he didn't want to continue fighting with something that wouldn't die. Obviously, this area has changed. Many people here have become the most troublesome thing.

The living dead.

The idiot slowly climbed onto the roof, leaning on the chimney, raining, and looking around.

At this moment, his mind was full of the figure of the girl just now.

Who is she?

Asked about Anmie, and Anmie couldn't tell why. Because that girl is just like everyone here, with the smell of the demon on her body. But it does not seem to be very pure. Ask, what can't be asked.

The cold rain rolled down the hair, the rain enveloped the figure of the idiot, and various splashes bounced on his shoulders.

At this moment...

"Dad... so boring"

A weak voice came out of his arms.

The idiot's pupil was slightly opened, and he immediately lowered his head. He pulled off the armor on his chest, unbuttoned his clothes, and reached into his arms. Soon, he took out nine small things from the three pockets of his clothes with many pockets.

"......You, come here, what do you do."

These little things are too small, and there are often various tools in the pockets of idiots. So even if he was bulging, he didn't find out in time. V