Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

There must be something wrong with this guy, right?

Under the gaze of the blood clan, Wayne clenched his lower lip, stammering and continuing to speak.

"An adult like you who is full of foresight and true knowledge must be a great man like the highest peak in the world, and you will not pay attention to me and ants. The majesty of you is no longer a simple one or two words. understandable."

"Well said! I am very satisfied!"

Bai Fan stood up from the wheelchair, his face full of satisfaction that he was blown away.

Hmm...Although things are not the way I developed...But as a human being...and I have said so many flattering words, there should be no problem, right?

Father Wayne felt relieved.

The new believers behind him also breathed a sigh of relief, showing expressions of being saved.

"How? Are you going to let them go?"

Everything in Bonzhiwuzhi is left to Bai Fan's decision, and there is no intention of interfering at all.

If Bai Fan thinks this is good, then she will respect Bai Fan's wish.

"so be it."

Bai Fan nodded and smiled slightly.

"Honey, let the zombie butlers come over, handcuff them all and take them back to the castle."

"Hey?"

Bon Zhizhi froze for a moment, and the action of releasing them from the rope net just now also stopped.

"you..."

"This is different from what was agreed, sir!"

Naturally, Wayne also heard Bai Fan's words.He screamed.

Was taken into the vampire's castle?It is entirely conceivable what the result will be.

"Ah? Didn't you listen to me? I said take all of you back to the castle, do you understand what I mean?"

"But--"

"You make me so happy, of course I want to take you home and listen to you flatter me every day! Is this reason not true?"

"how come..."

Father Wayne flushed all over his face.

Is this considered flattering to the horse's leg?

No...it should be said...this man didn't intend to let people like himself leave in the first place!

Will I have to spend my whole life in the cold lower level of the castle?

Just thinking about it, Father Wayne couldn't help but tremble all over.

No no no no no no no no no no!

"Honorable blood clan——"

"Bai Fan's decision is my decision."

Bon Zhizhi waved his hand indifferently and interrupted his speech.

No!

The more frenzied he was, the calmer Father Wayne looked.

"Master Blood Race—"

Wayne reached out and grabbed a young believer beside him with a flattering face.

"Look, this kind of blood food should be good, right?"

"Huh? What are you trying to say?"

Bon Zhiwu raised his eyebrows.

"What I mean is, as long as you put me back, Lord Blood, I am willing to be your slave and work for you. Every week, I will send you high-quality blood food for you to drink."

"..." The Mist Branch of the Camp.

Looking at such a human being, she sighed slightly in her heart.

In a sense, humans are closer to demons.

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"Humph--"

Bonzhi Mist narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his eyebrows, and came in front of Wayne.

"You said that bait can be provided every week?"

She showed a coquettish smile.

"Yes, my lord, there are many unexpected benefits of putting me back—"

Wayne said obsequiously.

He just wants to get out of this place now.

Even becoming the slave of this vampire is not hesitating.

"Bishop Wayne..."

The captured believer raised his head with difficulty.

"Shut up! Didn't you hear me talking to adults?!"

With a stern look on his face, Wayne slapped the new believer on the face.

"Hey~..."

Witnessing all this, Bonzhi Mist made a meaningful sound from his mouth, and then turned his head to look at Bai Fan.

"Bai Fan, what do you think?"

"I'm watching with my eyes closed."

"I'm telling you something serious!"

Bonzhiwuzhi rolled her eyes coquettishly.

Ah, beautiful girl, I'm dead.

Sure enough, as long as she is a beautiful girl, even if she rolls her eyes, she looks like an angel!

"Then come as you think, wouldn't it be good?"

Bai Fan spoke in a long tone, although he stared at Xianyu, it seemed as if he could see through what Bonzhiwuzhi was thinking now.

"Ha ha..."

Bonzhi Mist Branch smiled and shook his head.

Bai Fan can figure out what he is thinking without having to give redundant reminders by himself.

It's just enough to have someone who understands me.

"Your proposal is good—"

The fog branch of the bonfire pondered.

"That--"

Father Wayne had a look of hope on his face.

"But I refuse."

The girl turned her head and raised her hand. The smooth palms were aligned with the knife, and the sharp nails pierced through the opponent's heart.

Bang! ! ! ! !

Blood spurted out like a fountain, and it just sprayed all over the faces of the new believers who couldn't dodge.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The screams came out in an instant, and all the believers looked at the burly corpse that fell down in fear.

"Take the rest of the people back to the castle and treat them as blood food."

Bonzhiwuzhi gave instructions to the zombie butlers who had just arrived, with a cold and stern temperament permeating his whole body.

Bai Fan naturally understood why the fog branch of the camp became like this.

She herself became like this because her own family killed each other.

Becoming a vampire is not what Bonzhi Mist wanted.

Wayne's behavior was like repeating what happened to the branch of the camp fog.

Let the game experience thief Jill of the Mist Branch of the Bonfire be so good, and her face is full of flattery, which makes her feel bad for all vampires.

She didn't care much about human nature, and after three hundred years of loneliness, only Bai Fan entered her world.

Those newcomers, to be honest, she didn't have the slightest desire to put them back.

Anyway, they are just some human beings who disturb their mood.

"Ahhhhhhh! It's so annoying!"

As soon as he returned to the old castle, Bonzhi Mist Branch couldn't help kicking the poor piano vigorously.

Clang! ! !

"I'm furious!"

Kicking the expensive vase into pieces with one kick, the fog branch of the camp is really the MAX of anger.

"I'm furious!"