The infinite life of a certain beauty

Chapter 86 Is he also worthy?
Is the blade warrior a blood race?
What a mess.

Why don't I know.

He had seen Dao Feng before, but he didn't smell the scent of vampires from Dao Feng's body. On the contrary, he smelled the stench that belonged to vampires even though it was well hidden.

and so……

Who dares to say that Dao Feng is a blood race, he will be the first to refuse!

He also deserves to be called a blood race?
Kirk looked at Dickon curiously.

"From where did you deduce that he is from the blood race?"

"Uh……"

Dickon frowned slightly.

"He's not afraid of UV rays."

"The mutation among vampires, the day walker, is also not afraid of ultraviolet light."

Kirk shook his head and looked at Dickon: "Besides, you are not afraid of ultraviolet rays, are you? As long as you wear sunscreen specially designed for vampires."

sunscreen?
For vampires?
Gwen on the side looked at Kirk curiously: "Is there such a thing?"

Dickon looked at Gwen: "Yes, it was invented by a vampire named Audrey. After spitting sunscreen, it can effectively protect vampires from ultraviolet rays. However, the price is too expensive, and ordinary vampires can't afford it."

This is the gap between vampires and vampires.

Vampires, except for a few rich, most of the rest of the vampires are poor.

The blood race is different.

Among the vampires, the wild vampires may not live very well, but as long as they are serious vampires, one counts as one, and the quality of life is comparable to that of residents on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

After Dickon gave Gwen Cop some sunscreen, he looked at Kirk.

"But he's not afraid of garlic and holy water, either."

"rarely seen."

Kirk acknowledged this, but then shook his head: "But it doesn't mean there isn't."

Dickon took a deep breath, a little curious: "Sir, with all due respect, you have never seen the blade, how can you be so sure..."

Kirk smiled: "Who said I haven't seen the blade."

Dickon was slightly taken aback.

Gwen, who was next to him, recalled the scene when she and Kirk saw the blade, and nodded: "We have seen the blade before."

Dickon opened his mouth: "But, his performance is almost bloody..."

Kirk interrupted again.

"Dickon, do you know what is the biggest characteristic of a vampire? You don't think that a vampire who is not afraid of ultraviolet rays, garlic, or even holy water can be called a vampire, right?"

"……what is that?"

"Do you think Blade is handsome?"

"..."

Facing such a question, Dickon was silent for a while. Although half of his blood was in Blade's body, he still couldn't deceive himself and shook his head: "He has nothing to do with being handsome."

Gwen on the side nodded, agreeing with Dickon's words.

"If I saw him at night, I would think that I saw the devil."

"That's it."

Kirk leaned on the sofa behind him, gracefully held the wine glass in his hand, and looked at Dickon: "This alone can exclude him from the blood race."

Dickon opened his mouth, seeming a bit unacceptable to this result.

Seeing this, Kirk shook his head, then put down the wine glass in his hand, and then vigorously rubbed out a few drops of blood from his fingertips, which dripped into the Thunderbolt bourbon in the wine glass.

moment.

Clear thunder bourbon with a hint of bright red.

Dickon, who was sitting by the side, subconsciously showed his fangs.

This was the instinctive reaction of his vampire body after smelling the blood of the vampire.

It's like a kitten will suddenly become stressed because it smells the smell of a big cat.

Kirk didn't pay attention to Dickon's rudeness, but pushed the Thunder Bourbon in front of Dickon: "If you don't believe it, you can give him this glass of wine. If he really returns to his ancestors and becomes a blood race, then this bottle of wine won't kill him."

Dickon looked at Thunderbolt who was pushed in front of him.

Gwen asked curiously, "What would happen if he was not a vampire and drank this glass of wine?"

Kirk turned to look at Gwen, with a smile on his face: "The seven orifices are bleeding, and the whole body is festering. You choose one."

Following Kirk's words in Gwen's mind, two pictures that were not very aesthetically pleasing emerged. He let out a hush, shook his body, and then wondered: "Then what if humans drink it?"

Kirk smiled.

"There is a 50.00% probability of becoming a vampire."

"The remaining 50.00%?"

"Didn't you already see it?"

"..."

Gwen blinked.

talking room.

Dickon, who was sitting across from him, made up his mind. He picked up the stuffed Thunder Bourbon in front of him, got up, walked to the door of the office, and opened it.

moment.

Outside the office door, there were vampires counting one by one. After opening the door, they all reacted instinctively to the cup of thunderbolt in Dickon's hand.

"Otto."

"boss."

"Drink it up for Blade."

"boss."

The vampire named Otto's pupil quake, after taking the thunder bourbon, looked at Dickon: "You want to kill the blade like this?"

Dickon said blankly, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

Otto nodded quickly, holding the wine glass with both hands in fear, holding it far away from himself, and then carefully moved it towards the elevator not far away.

After Dickon re-entered the office, he grabbed the remote control and turned on the surveillance in the underground laboratory.

Into the eye!

Dao Feng, who was tied up and tied to an anatomy chair, was struggling hard but ineffectively.

Deacon folded his arms and stood in front of the monitor, ready to watch the next scene.

Kirk and Gwen were also sitting on the sofa, watching the screen on the monitor.

Gwen frowned unbearably as she looked at Blade, who was not only tied up, but even had her arms and feet pierced by steel bars.

This reaction is normal.

She is usually on the side of the road, and when she sees injured stray cats, she will be very sympathetic, and even help to rescue these stray cats.

Gwen is just sympathetic.

Kirk's expression was the same as before, without any expression on his face.

soon.

Otto came out of the elevator carrying Thunder Bourbon, the familiar scene was repeated, and the vampires guarding the blade in the laboratory also had an instinctive reaction in an instant.

But soon.

After several vampires heard that this cup of Thunder Bourbon was prepared for the blade, they immediately looked at the blade on the planing table with a kind of playful, hatred and theater eyes.

Just like humans don't feel sympathy for a serial killer.

They vampires also would not have sympathy for an executioner who had killed many of their kind in the past two years.

The blade on the planing table looked at Otto who was slowly walking towards him, and the Thunderbolt bourbon in his hand, which had ordinary vampire blood, and instinctively told him that something had been added to it.

The vampire instinct that had been suppressed with garlic essence exploded at this moment.

The blade on the planing table trembled more and more.

……

(End of this chapter)