Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

If today is the last day of my life, I will treasure the time of this doomsday, so as not to let a minute and a second of time drip meaninglessly - Og Mandino.

Like this motto, Dracula cherishes every second of time.

Ironic isn't it?In the past, he had already lost his sense of the passage of time, and always felt that the long years were an endless abyss.

This feeling, until I ate that steak, completely disappeared.

The taste buds on the tip of the tongue are like a window to appreciate the beauty of life, reopening his sense of "living".

The colors worn away by the years also returned at that moment.

This is the most ordinary [happiness], right?

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The sun was shining and the sky was clear. He bought a new set of clothes with the money Qian Song left him, joined the marchers, and protested with this group of energetic people holding signs.

He didn't know what these people were protesting, but that didn't matter, what mattered was that for the first time in thousands of years he was part of the crowd without thirsting for their blood.

Soldiers from the New York State National Guard came to suppress the demonstration. Dracula was not surprised. In the ancient times when he was young, slaves would naturally riot if they were oppressed, and then they would naturally be oppressed by the slave owners. Suppress with violence.

He didn't have any other feelings except that he felt that human beings were still the same for thousands of years.

The marchers clashed with the guards, and the guards opened fire, firing rubber bullets at the marchers mercilessly.

Dracula was shot.

His cheeks were bloody, and he smiled happily when he saw the blood on his palm.

He laughed because of the warm, sweet, human blood.

This blood made him finally realize that what he has been tired of all along is actually not immortality, but the identity of a vampire.

That boredom made him rather die than continue to be an immortal vampire.

The guards handcuffed Dracula, pinned him to the ground, put his knee on his neck, and smashed his head with the butt of his rifle.

That hit again and again, really hurts.

Dracula is still laughing, because even the pain is new. In the thousands of years of being a vampire, even pain is a luxury.

"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at?" The guard pressing Dracula cursed him angrily, because the harder he beat him, the happier he laughed.

No begging for mercy, no whining, just looking at the guard with calm eyes.

The more he laughed, the more panicked the guard felt, and finally he was scared out of his wits, got up from him, and sent him into the police car.

Dracula was one of a dozen battered protesters held in the back cage of the police van.

He looked around and saw the unyielding and angry faces of the protesters, as well as the despair hidden deep in their eyes.

Perhaps, this is the [suffering] of being in this country?

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Dracula, together with the arrestees in the car, was imprisoned in a makeshift iron fence, where many people had already been imprisoned.

Men and women, old and young, both.

Some people were frightened and cried out of fright;

Some are calm and pray peacefully;

Some were angry and cursed desperately;

Some regretted and shouted for mercy.

Sitting in a corner, Dracula saves a teenager who tried to commit suicide with a small blade hidden in the sole of his shoe.

"Why did you commit suicide?" Dracula asked, snatching the small blade.

"They (federal police) killed my parents yesterday." The boy replied.

Dracula nodded: "In that case, why don't you think about revenge, but think about suicide?"

The young man sighed: "Participating in today's parade is my attempt at revenge. As you can see, just like you, I was imprisoned here and I failed."

Dracula looked into the boy's eyes and asked, "Just try once? Just fail once and give up?"

The young man lowered his head and said with a wry smile, "Then what else can I do? Find a lawyer? If it is useful to find a lawyer, this parade will not break out... Besides, I don't have the money to find a lawyer...

Even if I endure it and want to make progress by studying on my own, and eventually become the so-called upper class that my parents have hated all my life, I will not be able to fight evil with evil, and fight evil with an eye... I have an arrest record. According to the regulations, those who Famous schools would not accept me. "

Dracula is an immortal who has lived for countless years. He has never seen any kind of storm. Although this young man only said a few words, he has basically figured out the situation.

To sum it up in four words, the class is solidified.

More than years ago, human beings have been stratified. After so many years, it is still the same, with no progress at all. It is just that the names of each class have been changed. Those who should be exploited are still exploited, and those who should be oppressed are still oppressed.

Dracula had witnessed the rise and fall of so many dynasties that he himself had forgotten it. It was just that this boy childishly talked about his despair, which made Dracula want to laugh.

This is a mediocre human teenager without the talent and courage to resist fate.

"Then don't be them." Dracula persuaded with a smile: "Since you don't think you may become [them], then don't join forces with them, live a good life, marry a wife and have children in the future, tell your children , even if you don’t become [them], you can still live, upright and upright, neither humble nor overbearing—you don’t commit suicide, just living is already the greatest resistance.”

Hearing the words, the young man's eyes lit up, and there seemed to be a look of life in his eyes again.

Seeing this, Dracula nodded in satisfaction, and handed the small blade back to the young man: "There are mixed fish and dragons here, you should hide this small knife well, and use it for self-defense."

Looking at the grateful eyes of the young man, Dracula suddenly felt warm in his heart.

Maybe, this is [happiness].

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"boom!"

There was a loud noise.

In this concentration camp-like iron shed area where nearly a thousand people were imprisoned, terrifying roars continued to be heard from the outside.

A giant man more than twenty meters tall ran from a distance.

This giant, covered in bone armor, went on a rampage, crushing several armored vehicles armed to the teeth along the way.

His running posture is more standard than that of a sprinter.

With every step, a huge footprint more than one meter deep was stepped on the asphalt road.

The guards opened fire, and the tungsten-core armor-piercing projectile hit the giant's armor, just like the BB bombs played by children, it was a joke.

The giant ran to the concentration camp, squatted down, and with his huge palms, he directly overturned all the iron sheds and released all the prisoners.

The guards could do nothing but be incapacitated and furious.

Dracula was also rushed to the distance by the fleeing crowd.

He looked at the giant with some surprise. Because he was no longer a vampire, he could not sense the strength of the giant's blood, but he still had the memory. He had lived for more than three thousand years. Such a giant alien was very special. rare.

Perhaps, this is the [wonderful] part of this world.

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After Dracula was swept away by the crowd, the boy whom he persuaded to come down just now wiped his face and turned into Qian Song's appearance.

And the hill-like giant disappeared in an instant, as if it had burrowed into the ground.

Not only that, the place where the concentration camp was originally located, at least hundreds of people, turned into the same face——Qian Song.

Men, women, old and young all wore Qian Song's face, as if they had been changed by a collective AI. If someone looked carefully, it would be a nightmare.

"..."

An invisible figure seemed to be saying something to Qian Song.

"Yes, I hope so too..." Qian Song nodded and said, "I hope he can come to some understanding, and at the worst, he can rest in peace tonight... I'm quite optimistic about him."

"..."

"Well, go, get ready, and report to me immediately."

"..."