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Chapter 234 Sir Will
A long time ago, there lived a Sir named Weir in London, England.

He has a handsome appearance, an extraordinary family background, and profound knowledge...

But unfortunately, he was born weak and sickly, and almost died several times.

In order to find a way to survive, Sir Weir traveled all over the world and tried various methods. He learned the "Qi" of the East and met vampires in the West.

Finally, after continuous experiments, combining the strengths of the east and the west, he turned himself into a vampire who can breathe.

Unlike normal vampires, Sir Weir doesn't drink blood.

He can absorb the energy and physical energy of the opponent through his eyes, and then strengthen himself, and turn the opponent into a slave who only obeys his own words.

Earl Will made waves in England, setting off a frenzy of vampires, and even established his own "Vampire Legion".

But because it was too turbulent, there was a lot of commotion.At that time, many righteous mages joined forces and struck out with heavy blows, seriously injuring him.

He managed to escape with his life, but he refused to settle down.In the hundreds of years that followed, they rebelled repeatedly, trying to rebuild the vampire army.

Righteous mages and vampire hunters joined forces to hunt him down.

This time, Sir Weir couldn't escape.

However, due to the strong vitality of the vampire itself, and the fact that Sir Weir is a mutant, no way to completely exterminate it was found at that time.

He can only be sealed in a coffin, and use the righteousness in the coffin to continuously weaken his magic power and make him weaker and weaker.

Until it weakens to the level of ordinary vampires, it can be easily killed by vampire hunters.

But then there were many changes, Sir Weir was not killed, his coffin was wandering around, and finally sent to this old castle.

The moment Xia Wuji opened the coffin, Sir Weir woke up from his endless sleep.

He felt weaker than he had been since becoming a vampire.

But at the same time, Sir Weir also felt a strong "Qi".

This "qi" is so exuberant, it's almost unbelievable.

As long as this "qi" can be absorbed, the legendary "Jazz of Terror" Will will come to the world again, bringing a feast of fear.

And those damned vampire hunters and upright mages.

He'd turn the damned into thralls, to serve Ser Vile forever and ever.

Sir Weir was laughing wildly in his heart, opened his empty eyes, sat up, and was about to absorb the huge "qi" in front of him.

Now he is very weak, he can't even see things, and he has almost no hearing. He can only feel the existence of "Qi" through breathing.

But even so, Sir Weir also has the power that ordinary people can't match, even a cow can overturn it.

Those so-called righteous mages and vampire hunters are still human beings in essence.

Sir Weir has already surpassed the limits of human beings. Such a close distance, no matter who the other party is, will become his food.

boom!
Then, Sir Weir, who had just sat up, was pushed back by a huge force. He could only stretch out his hand, and kept scratching the thick object pressing on his neck.

But to no avail.

Even if he used his ability to try to absorb the opponent's Qi, he couldn't do it.

At this moment, Sir Weir felt a wave of panic.

What is it that is holding his neck?
Horror so horrible.

Then, Sir Vile felt another puff of air in the room.

Under the overriding control of the unknown existence, the gas pressed towards him.

Very close to him.

It could be absorbed by Sir Weir anytime he wanted.

But Sir Weir frowned, showing disdain.

The air was filthy, like a stinky rat salvaged from the sewer.

Although this mouse has a lot of meat.

As the great "Jazz of Terror", how could he eat such a stinky mouse?It's just a joke.

What's more, if he inhales this kind of cheap food, it will seriously damage his dignity.

Then Sir Vile closed his eyes and mouth tightly, and fell into a deep sleep again.

As long as the coffin is opened and the seal is lifted, even if he cannot absorb the qi in the human body, he can still absorb the qi floating between the heaven and the earth, which can also restore him and become stronger.

Although this process will be extremely slow.

Outside the coffin, Xia Wuji frowned slightly, why didn't this vampire suck?Still frowning.

Is it too far away, out of reach.

Well, there is a possibility.

So Xia Wuji let go of his hand, and the black brother pressed down directly.

On Sir Weir.

very close.

It's mouth to mouth.

Nose to nose.

Eye to eye.

If you still refuse to suck, then you can only have a negative distance.

Sir Will: "!??"

Although he couldn't see or hear the sound, he still had a sense of touch.

This dirty smell, this disgusting...

Can't go wrong.

In an instant, Sir Weir opened his eyes!
(ж｀)
Damn vampire hunter or upright mage, how dare to insult Sir Weir like that! !

He tried to resist, but the hand on his neck moved to his head, and a strange "qi" entered his body, sealing his body, making him unable to move his hands and feet!

"Suck it up, give it to me!"

Xia Wuji became a little impatient, he said in a low voice: "If you don't smoke, how can you become stronger? If you are not strong enough, what can you use to provide me with source power, suck it quickly."

After finishing speaking, he pressed the vampire with one hand, and rubbed the little black brother on Sir Vampire with the other hand.See if an organ needs to be activated to activate the inhalation function.

Sir Weir felt like he was going crazy! !

A mouse crawled out of the gutter, dawdled on him desperately, and tried to get into his body.

Tolerable or unbearable! !

Although he didn't know what the other party was going to do, Sir Vile just wanted to tear the other party into pieces of meat, stick it with egg liquid, wrap it in bread crumbs, and fry it in a pan.

And the premise to do all this is to need Qi and physical strength.

Lots of gas and stamina.

Sir Weir activates the ability.Start to inhale.

And the black brother who was stuck on it, unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, and two streams of gas came out of his eyes, and then flew into the eyes of the vampire.

"Well, although this cloud of air is filthy and dirty, it's very heavy."

After Sir Weir absorbed the gas, the wrinkles on his skin decreased, and his shriveled body filled up a lot.

It's a pity that this is not the anger of a mage or a vampire hunter, and it cannot restore him to more strength.

Of course, perhaps absorbing more than a dozen or twenty balls of this turbid air, maybe you can... eh? !
Sir Weir hadn't finished sighing when he found that there were dozens of balls of air in the room.

These qi are highly similar to the qi he just absorbed.

Messy, dirty but filling.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of Qi moved towards him, and the familiar touch came again.

Stickers.

Black punks and vampire stickers.

After being silent for a moment, Sir Weir continued to activate his abilities to absorb Qi and physical energy.

Because he could feel that if he didn't absorb it quickly, this stinky mouse-like thing would move around on his body again.

The second gas was absorbed, and soon the third gas rushed up again.

Sticker~
After Sir Weir skillfully absorbed the Qi this time, he became much younger again, and more importantly, his strength and hearing were restored to a certain extent.

He finally understood his situation.

First of all.

He is still lying in the coffin. .
A large hand rested on his head.

A strange qi emanated from the big hand, sealing off the important meridians around his body, even if he was a vampire, his body would not be able to move.

He has been to China, which is very similar to the art of sealing meridians and acupoints in ancient Chinese legends.

The owner of this hand is a red-haired muscular man in costume, with a strong aura, muttering something in his mouth: "Eat quickly, you will grow up when you are full, and let me cut leeks when you grow up."

A slightly neurotic, but powerful man.

correct!

What were those two balls of gas just now?
He had never absorbed such dirty air, it almost made him spit it out.

Hope it's not that.

Soon, Sir Weir saw it.

The red-haired muscular man, holding a dark-haired guy, pressed him towards him.

Although he had already had certain conjectures before, he was lucky.

So at this moment, all luck is completely destroyed.

"This... this... don't... woo." Sir Vile's eyes widened, and there was no room for resistance at all. This hey thing was pressing on him, sticking to him.

Sir Weir was powerless to resist everything in front of him, a tear flowed from his eyes, looking weak, helpless and pitiful.

But he had no choice but to inhale tearfully.

Only by constantly inhaling can he resist this tyrant-like guy.

Three, four, five...ten...fifteen...twenty...thirty...

On this day, one black man after another pressed on the vampire, injected their white things into the vampire's body, and left in a hurry.

Finally, thirty or so black guys were all sucked up by vampires, and they were still on the sidelines, not knowing whether they were alive or dead,

Xia Wuji also stretched out his hand to control the vampire.

Although this vampire has already surpassed human beings, its body structure is still very similar. It is not troublesome to block the body to deal with it with true energy.

"Hello..." Xia Wuji was about to have a friendly and cordial meeting with the vampire, but the other party suddenly sat up and retched.

Although there was nothing in Sir Weir's stomach, at this moment he was vomiting heartbreakingly, as if he wanted to spit out all the bile.

For a noble vampire, the taste of eating more than 30 stinky rats crawling out of the gutter in a row is simply driving him to death.

And it's such a disgusting way to eat.

"Hey bro, are you okay?"

Xia Wuji patted him on the back, expressing his great concern, and casually mentioned: "Look, I let you successfully lift up from the coffin and regain your freedom, do you want to give me something in return? What? Gold and silver treasures, I am not picky."

"Return... in return? You still want me... I...I want to give you in return?" Sir Weier vomited for a moment, his face pale, feeling that his whole body had been hollowed out.

No one spoke to him because he had been asleep for so long.This opening, stuttering, coupled with the image of vomiting and vomiting at this time, really has nothing to do with the rumored "Jazz of Horror".

"Of course, in ancient China, there is a saying: the grace of saving a life is like rebuilding."

Xia Wuji said as a matter of course: "I saved your life, in other words, I am your father. You should honor your father, shouldn't you?"

"You...you...you still want to be my father!" Sir Weir trembled with anger. There is such a brazen person in this world.

"Yes, my son, I am your father."

"I am going to kill you!"

Sir Weir was completely devastated by the person in front of him, and he couldn't even do anything wrong.His face turned cold, he opened his extremely sharp minions, and rushed towards Xia Wuji.

"Kill me!?" Xia Wuji sneered, looked at Sir Weir who was coming, and punched him.

"I'm afraid you're not grabbing Meng's feet!"

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(End of this chapter)