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"So you want my blood?" Jeno wiped the blood off his hands in distaste. These vampires would splatter blood everywhere when they were injured.

"Magic world, when did you appear as a monster?" Flamini looked at Jano, this guy is a demon at all.

"So now for the question and answer session." Jeno took out a bunch of garlic from his pocket and threw it to Hermione.

The girl rolled her eyes speechlessly, but said nothing, and silently began to peel the garlic.

The blood race is not afraid of garlic, and garlic will not kill them.

But the pungent taste of garlic will make their blood boil, as if thousands of ants are biting themselves and scurrying in the blood vessels.

Few blood races could bear that feeling.

"So I'll ask you to answer, otherwise this head of garlic will be stuffed into your mouth." Jeno stared at Flamini who was nailed to the wall. This guy looked seriously injured, with his head hanging down as if he was about to die Same.

"You can really pretend." Jeno shook his head. As a mixed blood, this kind of injury will not kill him, but this bastard is quite good at acting.

Chapter 73 Old Ghost, Do You Want Garlic?

"You must force me to do it."

Blood was spilled all over the floor, and a vampire named Frasini was hanging in the air. At first, Hermione told Jeno to be reasonable, but in a blink of an eye, the two found piles of skeletons in the basement, some of which didn't even have Jay's head. Nuo's fist is big.

So Hermione ran out and chopped up several blood clans at the door.

"Hahaha, you want me to betray the Lord! Impossible!" Frasini's face was filled with the word fanaticism, his eyes were round, staring at Geno and threatened: "The Lord will avenge me! He You have already mastered the technology of alien planets, you are waiting to be enslaved by our blood race!"

"There's so much nonsense." Jeno lost his patience and tore off the tie around his neck. The magic floating cloak turned into a long cloth and tightly strangled Frasini's neck.

"Uh uh." As a mixed blood race, Frasini couldn't survive without breathing like a pure blood.

So he opened his mouth.

Jano threw the garlic into Frascini's mouth like trash.

Then Geno motioned for the cloak to loosen Frascini.

"Ahem." Frascini fell to the floor like a piece of dog skin plaster: "You are a devil, a devil!"

"Compared to what you've done, bastard, I'm like an angel singing hymns on your grave, eat you!" Geno kicked Frasini's mouth with great force, breaking Frasini's mouth. Rassini's two front teeth, a whole head of garlic slipped down Frassini's esophagus.

Time passed by, and soon, the garlic was digested in Frascini's stomach.

Frasini, who had been paralyzed on the ground, let out a wail, and clasped his fingers firmly on the floor.

"Kill me!" Frasini finally knew the horror of garlic.

In the past, when the boss dealt with the traitors, those guys ate garlic and died, and Frasini even mocked them for being hypocritical.

But when it was his turn today, he finally understood the horror of garlic.

At this moment, he only felt countless bullet ants biting him in his body, and the severe pain distorted his face.

Jeno nodded. It seems that feeding garlic to the blood race is really killing them. Just looking at Frasini's distorted face, it is not difficult to find that the blood race who ate garlic seemed to immediately wear a mask of pain.

"Please kill me!" Frasini stretched out his hand with great difficulty, trying to grab Geno's shoes. He was really in pain, and the huge torture made him feel so miserable. He's not the guy who gave his all for the blood cause.

Geno kicked Frascini's claws away. For this kind of demon, there is absolutely no need for any mercy.

"No, no, no, tell me where your boss is, and I can give you a good time." Geno grabbed Frascini's hair and carried his head to the basement, where there was a whole pile of bones.

"Guess what I'm going to do?" Jeno picked up a rib on the ground.

.........

Outside.

Hermione looked up at the sky, the starry sky beside the Ganges was so bright, compared to England where it always rained, its nights were much more beautiful, but the crime and chaos hidden in it could drive any kind person crazy.

Jeno walked up to Hermione, the white shirt was stained pure red with blood, it seemed that a bloody confession had taken place inside.

"That demon." Hermione shook her head, always recalling the scene she saw in the basement.

Jeno shook his head, and didn't know how to comfort Hermione. This kind of thing needs to be adjusted by himself.

"Let's go, I've found out the location of their boss." Jeno took out his phone and started shaking people.

These Asan blood mages are very shrewd, and their hiding place is actually a mineral water processing factory by the Ganges River.

But it is only in the name of mineral water, and there is a large basement inside, which is used for various experiments.

So that place is very dangerous. Jeno still remembers the last Harris Castle crisis.

The two stood by the Ganges River, and the child who didn't know the truth ran carelessly along the bank.

"Jeno." The Hogwarts students gathered together.

They were in charge of a village not far away, and when they learned that Jeno had found the base camp of the vampires, they rushed over in a hurry.

As we all know, following Jie Nuo, you can always get a lot of credit.

In the last Harris Castle incident, the Knights of Merlin were already considering awarding Geno this year's Medal of Merlin Glory.

This represents the highest honor in England's magic circle.

The black mist rolled over Jeno's shoulders, and a black and red-eyed crow floated onto his shoulders.

"Go." Jeno threw out the crow and flew towards the Ganges waterworks in the distance.

Both sides of the concrete building were lined with security personnel holding guns. It seemed that they had gotten the wind in advance and had already started to be on alert.

There are two tall blood-red blood columns on both sides of the door, exactly the same as what Jeno saw last time in Harris Castle.

That thing has a strong ability to interfere with magic, and it can be said to be a lore for space magic.

Several Asan blood clansmen were bragging about how many cups of virgin blood they drank today.

But a crow that landed on the ground tilted its head and stared at them.

I don't know why the Ah Sans feel very bad when they see the black crow.

The crow looked at them as if saying they were a bunch of idiots who were about to meet Bloodzud Dracula.

"Hey, go away, rotten crow!" An Ah San raised a pistol and pulled the trigger at the crow.

The gunfire scared the crow away, it flew high and disappeared from the sight of several people.

"Unlucky!" A vampire cursed and took out a cigar from his pocket.