You're Lazy, Dracula

Immediately, the coffin board was slowly pushed aside by the person inside with one hand. The coffin, which had not been touched for hundreds of years, suddenly set off a strong dust in the room.

The coffin board was removed, and the people in the coffin suddenly showed their bodies.I saw a black-haired youth in a red trench coat slowly sitting up from inside.

He slowly opened his scarlet eyes with a hint of confusion, slowly turned his head to look at the surrounding scene, then suddenly covered his nose and coughed.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The young man in the red trench coat waved his hand in front of his nose and muttered, "With such a large amount of dust, how long have I been asleep?"

He suddenly echoed some very bad things, such as the lance of the seraph, the flames of Satan, and the holy light of the God Jehovah.

"But their blood is quite tasty," he said again.

The young man in the red trench coat put his hand on the coffin and stood up slowly. He patted the dust accumulated on his body from the long sleep, and frowned as he looked at the dust around him that looked like a smoggy Beijing city.

"Clean up."

he read.

A red light spread out from his body, gradually spread to the entire castle, and immediately cleaned the entire castle up and down.

After cleaning up, the young man in the red trench coat nodded with satisfaction, and then stepped out of his coffin for sleeping.

He sorted out his appearance, and then walked out of his bedroom slowly at an elegant and slow pace.

The young man in the red trench coat walked along the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar long corridor while looking up at the murals on the ceiling of the corridor.

He sorted out his mood, the joy and thirst after waking up for the first time from a slumber of hundreds of years; on the last battlefield hundreds of years ago, facing the two powerful enemies who united, the hatred burning in his heart Resolute; and his apology for his implicated dead friends and innocent good human beings; in the end, these mixed feelings finally converged into one emotion in his heart that did not know what structure it was - laziness.

He walked lazily forward, and came to the throne that symbolized his lofty status and invincible power.

He walked up the stairs slowly, walked to his throne, and sat down.

He suddenly stood up again, covered his hip with one hand, and said:

"Mad, why does my butt hurt after sleeping for a long time..."

Author's message:

The second bullet of the new book, I hope there will be no more salted fish...

2. Lazy vampires generally use their stand-ins like this

Rubbing his buttocks, which suddenly tingled, Dracula changed his posture and sat on his throne with his legs crossed.

He looked up at the blood moon in the sky outside the window through the skylight inlaid on the ceiling of the Throne Room, and said to himself:

"By the way, how long have I slept. Where is this place and what time is it?"

[System login, system restarting, system restarting completed]

[Host, your current location is the suburb of Paris, the capital of France in Europe, the current time is 1700]

"Ah, Paris in 1700, that means that France is still a period of feudal aristocracy." Dracula racked his brains, desperately recalling the knowledge he learned when he traveled more than a thousand years ago, "I remember that the people of Paris captured the Bastille, 17 years old?"

[July 1789, 7, the people of Paris stormed the Bastille, and the French bourgeois revolution began]

"Ah, yes. But that's not important." Dracula changed his posture and slumped on his throne, "The important thing is that you are still there. I thought that after I fell asleep, you would It will leave me and go to find another host."

[Once this system is bound, it cannot be separated unless the host dies. 】

"Yeah, yeah, I want to die too." Dracula said, "You think of a way to kill me."

The system popped up an attribute table in front of him.

[Host name: Dracula (Gabriel Belmonte)

grade:? ? ?

strength:? ? ?

agile:? ? ?

magic:? ? ?

durable:? ? ?

Luck: E (deserved by the host's luck)

ability:? ? ? 】

[Host, please take a look for yourself, can you find a way to kill yourself?Although I say that I serve you, you can't embarrass your own system.]

"Blame me." Dracula said lazily: "Before I just tried to get stronger to get revenge on the two gods and demons who played me as chess pieces, but now I've got my revenge, and I don't even have the right to die. no yet?"

Hatred is the driving force that drives human beings. Driven by hatred, Dracula once relied on the system and spent seven hundred years, traveling many, many worlds, desperately looking for ways to become stronger.

In order to kill God, the creator-level god, he studied with other creator gods, drove super robots that could destroy galaxies and even the universe, and even exchanged ideas with chaotic evil gods.

Dracula never thought that, driven by hatred and anger, he, who used to stay at home and didn't want to move his nest, could burst out with such a powerful motivation.

When a guy who is already very powerful, abandons all lower limits and fights desperately for a goal, what else in this world can stop him?So he successfully fished in troubled waters in the battle of heaven and hell hundreds of years ago, and killed two of his enemies in one fell swoop.

Nothing is more empty than after a great vengeance, and now Dracula is just thinking about eating and waiting to die.

[On this point, I want to seriously criticize the host]

The system suddenly beeped.

[God sacrificed his life to seal your last blow, you had a chance to dodge it, why didn't you dodge it.You are saying that you have wasted hundreds of years in vain]