You're Lazy, Dracula

Suppressing the apprehension in her heart, she silently recited two lines of scriptures, and Sheng Bailian's eyes regained clarity. She picked up the Zen staff and set foot on the road up the mountain.

Halfway through, there was a faint and strange roar, and it was getting closer and closer. Sheng Bailian knew in her heart that this must be the strange beast that the ghosts were riding on, as the villagers said.

She channeled her mana, protected her body with a mantra, strengthened her tendons, and then raised her head.

In front of her was a rapidly spinning tire, a steel monster, and a little blond girl riding on the steel monster, looking at her with surprised eyes.

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ps: It seems that the decision not to continue writing about fgo was right. Dr. Roman is the real King Solomon, almost let Mushroom slap me in the face...

It doesn't matter, in this case, I still have a way to get back slowly.

23. St. Bailian Touching Porcelain (Mistake)

As the saying goes: There are few pedestrians on Qiuming Mountain, and there are often riders who are higher and lower.The driveway is still there today, and the old driver is nowhere to be seen.

The first two sentences of this paragraph vividly describe to us the grand occasion displayed by the racers on the famous mountain in autumn.Although, in this era, it is an earlier era before the era described in the previous paragraph, but in this era, there are already a group of bosozoku monsters racing on this famous autumn mountain.

If someone who has heard this passage sees that the name of the mountain in front of him is Qiu Ming Mountain, he must be beaten to death and refuses to approach it.Because it is impossible to say that when you come to a corner, an AE86 with a bottom of [-] miles and using the [Gutter Cornering Method] will rush out from behind the corner in the next second— — At that time, I really don’t even know how I died.

Besides, the guys who are racing on this mountain called Qiuming are not old drivers like Fujiwara Takumi, but a group of wild drivers of the ghost race led by a very wild road and a very restless personality.There are no such things as traffic police and traffic lights these days. This gang of ghosts killed a lot of humans, and they will probably be happy.

Sheng Bailian obviously didn't know all this, so now she was in shock facing the wheel that almost touched the tip of her nose.She just instinctively used mana to buff her defensive spells, and then her mind went blank, unable to react to anything.The wind brought by the rapid rotation of the tires blew away the black gauze hat she was wearing on her head, revealing a delicate face like white jade underneath, and this delicate face was still dazed.

Mordred obviously didn't notice that there was someone in front of her, although she didn't use Fujiwara Takumi's [Gutter Turning Method].

This brat is a genuine Heroic Spirit, and the motorcycle he is riding is also a treasured Phantasm modified by Dracula who dotes on her, a treasure that can be used to kill a Heroic Spirit.Under such conditions, Mordred's way is obviously more brutal than Fujiwara Takumi's way-she used magic power as fuel to inject, and then jumped directly from the mountain road above at an angle.

When he was about to collide, Mordred realized that there was a monk wearing a hat standing under his wheel. At this moment, it was too late to put away the treasure, and rash actions would even cause both of them to suffer fatal injuries. Seriously injured, so Mordred didn't do anything, directly stabilized the motorcycle's faucet, and plowed the tire hard on the face of Sheng Bailian who was looking up at her.

woohoo woohoo!

The wheels of the motorcycle carried a scorching magical airflow, and the rapidly spinning tires used Sheng Bailian's delicate face as the road, and quickly rolled over.Mordred then pulled up the rear wheel of the motorcycle with this force, preventing the rear wheel from hitting St. White Lotus again, causing her a second injury—although if it was a human being, one injury she caused would be enough to kill her.

The bamboo hat was hit by a motorcycle and flew high into the grass beside the road. Sheng Bailian's body fell on his back, rolled twice on the ground, and landed face down in the middle of the road.Mordred squeezed the brakes tightly, the motorcycle drew an arc, kicked up a huge cloud of smoke, and stopped with a harsh friction sound.

The bear child took back the treasure, ran over quickly, and carefully looked at the holy white lotus who fell face down on the ground.With a guilty conscience, Mordred didn't dare to touch the body of Holy White Lotus. She took out a small flag from nowhere, ran to the mountain road ahead, waved the flag, and let the ghosts who followed her They stopped.

Seeing the leader's signal, the ghost clan immediately stopped.Hitting the tallest ghost in front, he rode on his motorcycle which was one and a half times bigger than normal motorcycles, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Hey, big sister, what happened?"

"I may have bumped into someone, I seem to be a monk." Mordred bit his hand anxiously, and replied, "It's not the kind of professional toucher that Mr. Dracula said, right? I won't be scolded by sister Wuzhi..."

Upon hearing this, the group of ghosts got out of the car one after another, and then generously expressed that they would relieve the elder sister's worries and asked Mordred to take them to the scene of the accident.

Mordred led a group of younger brothers to the side of Sheng Bailian who was throwing her head on the street, and surrounded her to observe carefully.

"Sister, this guy doesn't look like a monk." The surrounding ghosts saw the long colorful hair on the back of the person who fell on the ground, and said suspiciously: "Is this a female?"

"Huh? I saw her carrying Buddhist beads and a Zen stick before." Mordred said in confusion, "This colorful hair...is it what Mr. Dracula said, The legendary Mary Su?"

"That's the nun." The surrounding ghosts shouted and said: "This guy must want to get rid of us, big sister, or we should act first."

Two ghosts compared their knives, and made two horizontal strokes in front of their necks, looking quite rogue.

"Be the first to act first!" Mordred stretched out his hand and slapped the two ghosts on the head, "How many times have I told you that we are runaways, but before that, don't forget You are ghosts... Even if you want to kill her, you have to wake her up and kill her in a dignified manner."

"Elder Sister taught me a lesson." The group of ghosts apologized one after another.

"It doesn't matter whether she wants to treat us or touch porcelain, anyway, I'll wake her up now." Mordred stretched out his hand to help the nun who was on the ground.

Only now did Mordred and the surrounding ghosts see her face. This woman in a coma unexpectedly had an incomparably beautiful face, almost comparable to the girls in the Castlevania that Mordred was familiar with.But what was more disturbing was that her face was stained with a lot of mud due to the posture just now, and there was a striking red mark in the middle of her face.

Mordred was very familiar with this mark, it was the imprint of her car tire.

Holding the woman's collar in one hand, Mordred looked back at the ghosts behind him and asked, "Do you know how to wake up an unconscious person?"

"I know!" A red-skinned ghost raised his hand and said, "In Dajiangshan before, Master Shuten was drunk when we held a banquet, and when Master Ibaraki woke her up, he just slapped her face. .It was very effective, and it only took two shots of Shuten-sama to wake up."

"Well, as a brother, I will trust you just once." After Mordred finished speaking, he slapped himself.But she immediately turned around and asked, "How much force is better?"

"The bigger the better." The ghost said: "When I saw Lord Ibaraki slap Shuten-sama in the past, I used to use all my strength to greet him. The force was too small, and Shuten-sama didn't feel it."

"Yoxi, use force, right?" Mordred's slap gathered crimson magic power—it was actually [Magic Power Release], and then she raised her slap high, with the sound of howling wind, It hit Sheng Bailian hard on the face.

Click!

The spell that Saint White Lotus used to protect her before had become extremely fragile after being ravaged by the motorcycle, and then it was shattered by Mordred once again, making a crisp sound.

The remaining strength caused Sheng Bailian's neck to bend violently, the pain made her frown in a coma, but she still didn't wake up.

"It doesn't work." Mordred whispered.

"A few more times, I'm sure I won't be able to wake it up." The ghost continued to come up with bad ideas.

"That's good." Mordred continued to slap himself.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

On the silent Akina Mountain, there was a clear sound of flesh crashing.

"Hey, she vomited blood." Mordred asked.

"Go on, Shuten-sama was also beaten by Ibaraki-sama once before he woke up bleeding."

"Oh, that's good."

When Dracula and Ibuki Suika came out of the space door, the first thing they saw was Mordred, the bear kid who was beating the unconscious Saint White Lotus surrounded by a bunch of ghosts—poor Saint White Lotus Half of his face was swollen.

"Wait for me!" Dracula yelled.