Demon recovery: I started killing demons from a mental hospital

Chapter 199 Drink one drink and you can live forever

"Hmph, they are no longer my teammates."

The captain snorted coldly.

"Recognize a thief as your father? Return my teammates? Hehehe. They don't deserve it!"

The captain added.

Instead, the previous three-professional team persuaded their former captain.

"Captain, stop making unnecessary struggles."

"Captain, listen to me, you really should taste that blood, my God! It will definitely make you forget!"

"Captain. As long as you come back, return to our team, don't be obsessed with it anymore, you are still our captain"

All the former teammates tried to persuade their captain with hypocritical faces.

As if he is the most evil person.

Hmph, I'm starting to play the emotional card.

The captain smiled dismissively.

"It's useless, I won't give in!"

The captain's eyes showed a bit of tenacity, and he said firmly.

"Oh, the captain is really hopeless."

"The captain was fine at first, how could he become like this?"

"I can't imagine that our captain is such a cold-blooded person!"

Everyone in the three-professional team sympathized with the captain.

Instead, they stood on the side of justice and attacked the captain, thinking they were standing on the highest moral point of view.

Quite a bit of putting the cart before the horse.

The captain felt an inexplicable anger welling up in his heart, I frankly stick to my job, you say that! ?

Made &**#￥

The captain cursed madly in his heart.

Don't be afraid of what will happen to the enemy, but what will happen to your teammates!
Count Dracula was constantly approaching the captain, but at one point, he stopped.

Count Dracula looked at him with a smile, condescending.

The captain was annoyed.

The fist in his hand can't help but clenched, it feels like you're halfway forward!

"Hahahaha, you don't want to die with me, do you?"

"It's so ridiculous! You are at best a low-level vampire now, what can you do? Can you hurt my fur?"

"A waste, a waste!"

Count Dracula was full of spirits and laughed loudly.

The captain's eyes were bloodshot, and one word was written all over his face, anger.

The members of the three professional teams behind also joined in.

"Trash, trash!"

"What's your use?"

"Our Lord Dracula rewards you with face, but you don't show face, and don't take a piss to see what kind of virtue you have!"

The former team members were taunting wildly and pointing fingers at their captain.

They feel like they are standing on the shoulders of giants and can criticize others at will. At this moment, they seem to have become the supreme gods!
"Want to kill me? Well, I'll give you a chance and let him go."

Count Dracula raised the corners of his mouth and continued to mock.

"Yes!"

The subordinates responded immediately and let go of the captain.

As soon as he let go, the captain immediately changed his appearance. Before, he was limp and dying, but now he was vicious, and he rushed towards Count Dracula.

"Ah! Give me death!"

The captain swung at Dracula desperately with his unstretched minions, even if it was an insignificant force.

But it also represents his inner position and determination.

Count Dracula was still standing with his hands behind his back, he didn't move half of his body because of the captain's sudden attack, and he still maintained his graceful posture.

This calm and leisurely posture seemed to be mocking the captain's weakness.

One is exerting all his strength, and the other is indifferent, and the gap between the two can be seen.

This fight, it can be said, has already been decided before it even begins.

The people in the three professional teams shouted and cheered one after another.

"Your Majesty the Earl is amazing!"

"Break him!"

"Captain, stop struggling needlessly!"

"See, it's a dying struggle."

The expressions on their faces were all joking, with the mentality that watching the excitement is not a big deal.

After such a blow, Count Dracula was already dull.

It's been a long time, but the captain hasn't hurt him at all. It's really boring and not interesting at all.

And the strength of the captain is getting weaker and weaker.
"Hurry up, use some strength, haven't you eaten?"

Count Dracula laughed wantonly.

"Come, let me tell you what power is!"

Count Dracula may be tired, he yawned, and then got serious.

He just slapped the captain and called out!
"Shh!"

This speed is so fast that there is almost no sign of its attack, you can only feel a refreshing wind.

Other than that, there's not much.

Those who don't look carefully will not notice that he made a move!

You probably have to record it on video and slow it down about ten times, and that's about it.

"boom!"

There was a deep imprint on the captain's face immediately.

The whole person was straight out of several meters, rolling and crawling.

His head was almost twisted and turned repeatedly, and his body was in extreme pain. He had to barely maintain his figure and maintain his final glory and dignity as a knight.

"Ah~ so cool~!" Earl Dracula enjoyed it, seemingly enjoying it.

He felt very relieved and comfortable.

"Master Dracula fought well!"

"Master Count Dracula is really amazing!"

"Dracula yyds!"

The licking dogs behind started licking one after another!

Count Dracula was enjoying this moment very much and enjoying the support of his newly recruited younger brother.

Sure enough, in this era of natural selection, strength is the only criterion for measuring survival.

"You have to die!"

The captain was still stubborn, with resentful eyes, and said viciously to Dracula.

"Humph!"

"It's just the feeble moaning of ants!" Count Dracula snorted coldly.

"Come on, bring blood and force him to drink it!"

Count Dracula smiled sinisterly.

When he thought of the captain being forced to drink blood, he couldn't help but get excited.

It's a great feeling!
The more he struggles, the more excited I am!

"Yes!"

"Let us work for you, Master Dracula!"

People from the three professional teams said one after another.

With such an easy job, they wished they could take it directly with their courtesies.

"Alright! Let you come."

Count Dracula smiled with satisfaction.

He was relieved.

The members of the three-professional team took the order, took a glass of fresh blood, and walked towards the captain.

At this time, they all had perverted smiles on their faces. The arc of their laughter was very wide, but they didn't laugh out loud.

In this cold hall, people shudder.

The blood was already a little thick, bright red, and still had some tiny bubbles rising.

"Come on, my most beloved captain."

"Drink a cup, you can live forever."

Each one showed a devilish smile, trying to force the captain to submit.

"No, no, don't come here, don't come here!"

The captain trembled and said in a panic.

His words became intermittent because of fear, this group of people... no, they are not human anymore!

What a devil!
(End of this chapter)