A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

The fourth time is to open the author's background, and the grades have dropped wildly within this week and there is no upward trend.

The fifth time was acute gastroenteritis. I woke up with pain in the morning. I drank more than a dozen cups of hot water and my stomach was filled with plain water.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that various major changes have occurred since the book was opened.

My grandfather passed away, and my father injured his foot. I haven't been to the hospital several times in the four years of college. I am very strong, but I fell ill six times in the past six months.

Really for a while? I wonder if this book is poisonous.

In a state of mental explosion, my mind was muddled, and then I saw the authors in the group talking about their achievements and manuscript fees. After chatting for a few words, I felt that I had really failed. The new book has not yet produced results, and I am writing.

So a eunuch notice was issued.

The follow-up reaction was very explosive, the author group exploded, and the readership group also exploded, but I was as if I had become a Buddha, without any psychological fluctuations at all.

I just posted it. I thought it would be the eunuch's job.

Then my conscience started to ache.

So far, none of the books I have put on the shelves have been written by eunuchs.

I always felt that if I was just such a casual eunuch, I would lose something very important.

The positioning of this book is actually quite embarrassing. It is neither an original fanfic, nor an original fanfic.

And from the beginning to the present, every point of this book has seriously consumed my energy. It's not that I don't want to write fast, it's not that I don't want to add more, but I can't write fast at all.

I've thought so much about it.

I think what you care about is a question of conclusion.

In fact, after I decided to be an eunuch, I realized that compared to the 3000 people who did not follow, the [-] readers who continued to follow are more important to me.

I just had a long talk with my dad and finally figured it out.

Eunuchs are not eunuchs.

Even for the sake of the thousands of readers who followed from the clerk, they couldn't just let it go.

Having said that, I don't intend to continue to suffer like this. Sooner or later, the book of the savior will burn out my newly ignited passion again.

So, next I will speed up the steps.

If it continues to be so plain, everyone will look boring, and my writing will be stiff.

From here, it is officially announced that this book has entered the middle and late stages.

in conclusion--

I dove my eunuch declaration.

So be it.

Chapter 330 Second Vampire King

The long street under the night, illuminated by lights.

Dio moved his body with difficulty, and Jotaro chased after him.

The classic scenes of JOJO are reappearing, and Bai Jue has no time to pay attention to this scene. His eyes have been attracted by the figure in front of Dior. At first glance, it seems that there are two people, but in fact there is only one. people.

A man in a red coat with a wide hat and sunglasses, the elongated shadow reflected on the wall looks like a living person.

"My Dio, how can I lose here..." Dio moved his body, staring at the human in front of him, with vicious emotions in his eyes, as if he planned to take this person as a hostage to blackmail Jotaro.

"madness."

Bai Jue looked at the villainous savior who went to the doctor with a sudden illness, and narrowed his eyes slightly. It was not an ordinary human being, but a genuine monster. In terms of threat level... far surpassed Dio, an incomplete vampire.

Dio was lying on the ground, vividly showing a miserable appearance: "Help me, I'm hurt... There's a madman chasing me from behind, help me!"

The tall man in the windbreaker didn't speak, his eyes behind the sunglasses were indifferent.

"Help me!" Dio stretched out his hand and begged. He urgently needs fresh human blood to sustain his life. As long as he can touch the human body, he can take the blood and vitality of the other party to restore his own wounds, even if he looks embarrassed. It doesn't matter if the opponent's methods are despicable, victory and then domination is his life creed.

The man in the windbreaker shook his body, as if he poked his hands out from under his clothes.

"Damn it!" Jotaro saw this scene, and as soon as the Platinum Star stepped on the ground, he flew over at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time took a deep breath, warning: "Don't touch it! He's a..."

The man in the windbreaker didn't stop his movements, he just stretched out his hand from his arms calmly, and stretched out to Dio.

Dior was ecstatic in his heart, he succeeded!

However, the expected blood did not come. Instead, a cold gun was pressed against Dior's bloody forehead. The heavy and huge black pistol had a caliber of 13mm, which was not a gun that human arms could use at all.

"Eh?" Dio's whole body was stiff.

"Vampire." The man in the windbreaker pulled the trigger silently, his words were full of sarcasm: "You are also like me, you will do anything to survive, it's really ugly... But, as a vampire, you can neither turn into mist, nor Transformed into a bat, even the recovery of wounds is so slow, and you can't even fight after your strength is exhausted, are you a vampire like this? Shameless!"

"You, what are you..." Dio shuddered unceasingly, he seemed to have seen countless pairs of bright red eyes opened in the shadow of this pitch-black figure, that was simply the concept of death itself!

"Pray, foreign monster, pray to your god... It is your misfortune to meet me here!"

The man's pupils were shrouded in rich blood. He murmured something, and slowly pulled the trigger with his fingers: "The total length is 39cm, the weight is 16kg, the number of ammunition is 6 rounds, the caliber is 13mm, the shell case is made of special alloy processing of pure silver, and the horse is loaded inside. The Bells chemical cartridge NNA9, equipped with a baptized mercury warhead, is a one-hit kill against the vampire...perfect! Walter!"

The trigger was pulled, and there was a heavy roar, as if the cannon had popped out of the barrel.

The bullet pierced through the atmosphere and shot towards Dio's forehead, only a hair's breadth away.