NPCs are my food reserves

Oh, the vampire closed the notebook with a snap. Feeling the eerie cold behind him, he squeezed the cloud of gray mist tightly with his left hand. The gray mist was overwhelmed and let out a rapid creak. Before pinching it, he quickly stretched out his tentacles and pointed behind him.

The vampire turned around following Gray Mist's tentacles. Gray Mist watched him turn around, and the outstretched tentacles desperately extended until they touched a certain object.

Looking along the tentacles, the vampire saw a shiny kitchen knife tied around his waist.

"Can you cook?"

the vampire asked uncertainly.

Gray mist nodded like a tentacle pounding garlic.

The vampire froze for a moment.

It is said that no one can refuse the agreement with the vampire, so...does the kitchen knife count?

A chuckle came from above the head: "Little cutie, are you looking for this kitchen knife?"

The vampire raised his head, and a blue face that was close at hand appeared in his sight.

The distance was too close, the vampire took a few steps back, and his eyes fell on his waist again.

"This knife..."

The face shrank back and smiled at him: "That's right, this knife is the chef who cooked for you last night. Just give it a space, and it can cook by itself!"

Give it a space!Just cook for yourself? !

What kind of fairy kitchen knife is this! ?

A vampire is full of longing.

Seeing the longing look on the cutie's face, the smile on the man's face grew bigger, "Why, do you still want to eat the food it cooks? If you still want to eat it, as long as you stay, I will let it cook for you every day. you eat."

The owner of the face took off the kitchen knife, held it in his hand and sent it to the vampire, his words were so sincere that he seemed to be proposing marriage with a kitchen knife.

Truth be told, for poor vampires, having something to eat every day is really a seductive attraction.The vampire reluctantly tore his gaze away from the kitchen knife and looked at the speaker.

The visitor was two meters tall, with a blue face and red teeth, a strong build, and looked very capable of fighting.

But the food is precious, and the chef's price is higher. If it is for freedom, both can be thrown away.

A vampire with small arms and legs: "No, no, I'll just take a look."

The person holding the knife didn't seem to hear it, and it was specifically reflected in his movements, turning the kitchen knife into a grip.

The vampire felt that this action was very detailed, which fully reflected the opponent's intention to start a war.

Hey, why do you want to fight if you disagree? !

But the vampire is not afraid, because he finally had his fill last night!And all of this is due to that kitchen knife!Vampires are really itchy for kitchen knives.

The man looked at the unarmed cutie on the opposite side, touched the shiny kitchen knife he was rubbing, and smiled with certainty: "cute, I will be very gentle, and then we will be together every day."

No no no brother!While I do have a little thought for your kitchen knives, I personally don't like to stay in one place for too long!

The vampire opened his eyes and looked at the man, silently expressing his desire not to go to war.

But the man obviously didn't understand why the vampire's red eyes were so bright, as if they contained a thousand words of brightness.

He directly raised the kitchen knife!

Looking at the kitchen knife held high, the vampire let the gray mist go.

OK.

Since you want to fight, then I will accompany you.

His blood-like eyes revealed a piercing fighting intent.

The horn of war has already sounded, and the sharp fangs of the blood race are exposed from the red lips, with a white coldness, and the sharp long armor on the white fingertips is like a sword drawn from its sheath, silently clamoring for killing.

But the man had a pampering and contemptuous expression on his face, as if watching a pet stretch out its soft paws, he smiled and shook his head: "Little cutie, you are not cute at all."

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Hearing this sentence, the vampire said with emotion: "For thousands of years, people have praised our eternal life, feared our strength, and obsessed with our beauty...but you think I'm cute...cute? This is really a unfamiliar words."

Hearing what he said, the man didn't understand why, but he acted decisively. He chopped down the kitchen knife from top to bottom, drawing a silver arc in the air.

Although the man thinks that he is the master of this space, after all, he has witnessed how his little cutie smashed open the iron door with two punches, so he did not dare to take it lightly during the battle, and slashed at the vampire powerfully and quickly.

Seeing the silver light, the vampire dodged, and then punched it, faster than the man.

The man couldn't dodge in time, and took the punch abruptly.

After one punch, the vampire's blow was faster than one blow. If it hadn't been for the force of the kitchen knife, the man would have been beaten half disabled, but even so, the man was beaten and could only retreat steadily, without any backhand I can hardly hold the kitchen knife.

The man stared at the cutie approaching in front of him, and shouted in disbelief: "Impossible!!! Who are you??!!!"

The vampire raised his eyebrows and smiled, the fighting spirit in his eyes was burning like a blaze, and he forced the man back again with one claw. Before the man raised his knife to fight back, he appeared behind him in a flash. The teeth bit heavily on the man's neck.

In the next second, the man's heavy body fell to the ground, and the glass on his neck seemed to be cracked.

A battle is over.

Caught off guard and crisp.

The vampire stuck out his scarlet tongue, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said condescendingly: "Who am I? I am a blood clan that you have forgotten for too long!"

On his delicate face, there was an eternal arrogance.

The vampire stretched out his slender hand, looking at the sharp white nails.

——This is the most elegant sword. Every appearance in memory is the owner of the paradise of blood and fear, shining sharply in the dark, harvesting fragile and evil souls.

The ten fingers spread out, and then fell down. The sharp nails have already retracted, and they are looking forward to the next opportunity to play.

The blood clan licked the small tiger teeth after the fangs retracted: "Don't worry, we still have more opportunities."

There are still plenty of opportunities for him to fight.

Because, if he wanted to have his name on the Heaven Rank Ranking List a week later, then the number of times he would book in this week would not be less, and similarly, the chance of encountering this situation would not be small.

After being appeased and hearing the promise, the blood race felt that the surging fighting spirit that was still clamoring in the body finally quieted down.

Tilting his neck, the vampire squatted down and picked up the kitchen knife in the corpse's hand: Look, no one can disobey the agreement with the vampire, not even the kitchen knife.

Looking at the motionless kitchen knife, the vampire flicked the blade with his fingernails, making a sound like a piece of iron hitting a piece of iron, with a sharp and long aftertaste.

"Halo, can you hear me? My name is Van Helsing, what about you?"

Wanting to say hello to the chef, the vampire who left a good first image smiled softly and elegantly, with a pretty face shining brightly in the dark room.

The smiling vampire waited for a long time, but the kitchen knife did not speak, so he flicked the kitchen knife again.

The kitchen knife still didn't speak, so the vampire flicked again.

Bounced again.

Bounced and bounced.

……

Seeing the end of the war and the pitiful bullying of the innocent chopper, the onlookers couldn't bear it, but it couldn't speak, so it flew out to find the ghost under the bed.

The ghost crawled over from under the bed, and saw the monster catcher squatting on the ground flicking a kitchen knife. He felt like retreating instantly, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Huiwu's begging little tentacles, held back, and stepped forward shyly. : "Good... good man."

The vampire, who got a little impatient with the chef's uncooperative attitude, suddenly turned around: "What are you doing?!"

The ghost under the bed trembled three times in fright, crying and making a smiling face: "Okay... good man, the kitchen knife can't talk, you just need to prepare the ingredients, then find a box to put the kitchen knife and ingredients in, and wait half an hour for the kitchen knife The meal will be ready."

The ghost under the bed who thought the vampire was hungry and wanted to eat told the correct way to use a kitchen knife.

Unexpectedly, the vampire opened his eyes in disbelief: "What? I still have to prepare the ingredients? How did you get what you ate yesterday?"

The ghost under the bed trembled and replied: "It should be..." The ghost under the bed pointed to the corpse lying at the vampire's feet, "It should be prepared by him, he would go out every day and bring back the ingredients, but we don't know who he is. Where do you get the ingredients from?"

The vampire groaned, staring at the kitchen knife and then at the corpse. Finally, his eyes focused on the corpse, and there seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes: "It turns out that you are the one who is useful."

After all, I almost covered my face and cried.

Is it your skill that I lack?

What I lack is your ingredients!