Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

Immediately afterwards, I felt a cold touch against the back of my head and neck.

A sharp pain strikes!

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"What are you going to do?"

Anna, whose head was firmly pressed against her legs by a pair of hands, exclaimed in surprise.

"Shh...don't make a sound! The poor monk believes in your endurance!"

The gentle voice of the monk could be heard beside his ears.

Anna suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from her neck, accompanied by the sound of metal rubbing against her bones, she couldn't help rolling her eyes and fainted!

Miao Lu secretly glanced at the rear-view mirror, and suddenly felt a warmth seep out from underneath.

This……

What the hell, this monk cut off the blonde's head!

Chapter 205 It's so lively! (3 more)

Chapter 205 It's so lively!

Xingling Castle.

The entire hall looks like a palace.

But there is no electric light, the European-style ornate candlesticks on the table, and the white candle flames keep beating.

Blonde young men and women in neat dresses sat at a huge party table.

Everyone had a lazy expression, and kept sipping the scarlet blood in the wine glass in their hands.

The front of the party table.

An old man wearing a simple and exquisite dress, his hair was meticulously combed, and he was gently shaking the blood in the wine glass in his hand, which was very elegant.

"almost!"

The old man sipped the blood in the cup lightly, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

A strange smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

From the jacket pocket of the dress, he took out a classical pocket watch, looked at it and said softly:

"Anna should be back soon..."

"Prince Dracula's bloodline...the shame he suffered will be washed away tonight..."

"I, the most loyal servant of the prince, will sacrifice the blood of this oriental monk tonight..."

"Dracula is eternal..."

Suddenly, a trace of madness flashed in the blue eyes of the young men and women below, and they all raised their wine glasses and shouted in unison elegantly:

"Dracula is eternal..."

The old man nodded with satisfaction, took another sip of the blood in the cup, and waved to the attendant who was serving beside him.

"Go and invite the master of the Dongfang monk, oh..."

"And that little witch hunter!"

"Before the big meal, I just need an appetizer!"

"Yes... Butler Charlie!" The attendant bowed respectfully and saluted.

Not long after, Master Liao Chen and Guan Ning the witch hunter were brought up.

"Give this Master of the East a seat..." The old man nodded slightly to Master Chen, and said to the attendant:

"Bring a fresh Bloody Mary to the master..."

"I believe the master will like it!"

Master Lu Chen took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Guan Ning, sat silently on the chair next to him, and said:

"Amitabha!"

"When suffering is in the body, it is advisable to take good care of the mind, not to sit and shake for the outside world, and not to think in the center."

"Donor, it's too late to let go now..."

After listening to this, the old man did not respond to Master Chen. He picked up a cup of scarlet liquid brought by the attendant, sniffed gently around his nose, and said with a smile:

"Master...you smell...this blood food is so sweet..."

"Would you like to have a drink?"

Seeing Master Chen's face pulled down, the old man was not annoyed and waved his hand gently.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The witch hunter Guan Ning, who had collapsed to the ground, exclaimed.

The whole body slowly floated up uncontrollably, and a pair of white arms slowly stretched out in front of the old man.