Chapter 1817: Conditional blood

There is no fixed light source in the castle, only the candlesticks in the hands of the brides who lead the way. When looking out from the gothic spire windows, the moon emits a blood-red evil light.

The floor is covered with luxurious carpets, and the walls are lined with gloomy portraits. Gorgeous works of art can be seen everywhere, and many of them were even created by Dracula.

For example, the painting spitting on the cross was painted by him himself, and his realistic brushwork made him look very cool.

Wanda also saw the painting. After all, it was hung in the corridor leading to the restaurant, and it was too big to be conspicuous.

It's just that she doesn't believe that Dracula will be as young and handsome as in the picture. The vampires in TV series and movies are all actors. The real ancestors of blood should be monsters?

However, when the brides opened the door of the restaurant, in the magnificent church-like room, the young man turned around, smiled and opened her arms to welcome the Supreme Master, she found that the self-portrait was obviously humble by the author.

The pale skin and blood-colored pupils all reminded each other of the identity of the vampire, but the handsome face like a god, and the enchanting breath were as attractive as a poppy.

As a mutant sorcerer, she is still resistant to the charm of the blood race, she just frowned a little, and then went to see Dracula, there was no such thrilling charm.

Well, it's almost the level of appearance of Hollywood's top male stars, not inhumane anymore.

"Grand Master, welcome, I really didn't expect you to come to my little castle, please take a seat." Dracula smiled and hugged and shook hands with the Supreme Master, his long white hair draped softly on his shoulders, keeping The etiquette also reflected enthusiasm, and then led the two to the dining table.

"It's too polite, your restaurant has thousands of square meters, and the dining table is more than 70 meters in length. How can you say it is a small castle?" Su Ming also smiled and greeted each other, followed him to the table, "Better than my card Martaj is too luxurious."

Zhenzu smiled reservedly and accepted these compliments, "Playing music, serving dishes, according to Eastern customs, we eat and talk."

He didn't sit at both ends of the long table with the Supreme Mage, because that kind of conversation would require others to spread the word.

Wanda didn't want to eat the blood of the blood at all, and if he brought up a bucket of virgin blood, would he drink it or not?

Her little head was full of entanglements.

But seeing the supreme mage still chatting and laughing calmly with the true ancestor, she seemed to have found the backbone and became firm again.

"Don't be nervous, you don't understand the habits of the blood family." Seeing her fingers holding her jeans and making a fist, Su Ming smiled and comforted. "The castle banquet hall is a ballroom, bluntly, it is used to receive guests, but the blood family eats normally. It’s all in the bedroom."

"There are also some in the dungeon, and some juniors like to eat in the coffin, which is very indecent." Dracula maintained a perfect smile and added, "But most European blood races are still abiding by the rules. It is estimated that the younger generations in the United States give The beautiful lady left a bad impression, this one"

"Wanda, a student of Monak student, there are some things that need to be resolved this time, so I will take her out to see the world." Su Ming introduced Wanda’s identity to the true ancestor, but actually it’s okay to just say Magneto. Rick was also very famous in Europe.

Dracula did not kiss his hands, but nodded gently to indicate that he knew it. At the same time, a vampire symphony orchestra also entered the restaurant. After the salute, using the giant pipe organ by the wall as a position, they played their respective hands. .

Together with this music, there is the atmosphere of a wealthy banquet. How can ordinary people have this pomp? Usually when I eat, I don’t play music, maybe twice in my life, and it’s all suona.

Wanda smiled stiffly at the true ancestor, even if there was a supreme mage between a person and a ghost, she seemed to be able to feel the cold breath.

The master and the true ancestor are really chatting, and more topics are in Dracula's side room, which gradually extends to his preference for blonde women and the current concept of human marriage and love.

It's all nonsense.

The food is coming up. It is really human food. Although vampires can't eat these things, it doesn't mean they can't make them.

Dracula picked up a gold cup by himself. There was no doubt that it was his dinner. After a sip, he seemed to be still on his head. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a few seconds before he started talking about business.

"The supreme mage's intention made me guess, is the blood family on the American side having the problem?"

"You said that the guy named Fortes intends to resurrect the blood god?" Su Ming asked back and shook his head with a smile. "No, we all know that there is no blood **** at all, only the old man of ancient Atlantis. Archmage Varna, even if the incompetent younger generation succeeded, sacrificed the blade warrior and resurrected him by the North American Blood Council, he was only given a bloodthirsty beast."

Zhenzu smiled and raised his wine glass to toast to the Supreme Mage, with a melancholy tone, and shook his head gently, "That's right, that bad old man is so bad, he lied to me and made me want to die."

"If I said that your situation is destined, would you feel better?" Su Ming had real red wine in his glass. He and Dracula clinked their glasses and took a sip. "There are other worlds besides our world." You are different in different worlds. As long as there is a true ancestor Dracula of the blood race, you will never succeed in suicide. It is better to enjoy life."

Why does Dracula's immortality even override the rules of death? No one in this universe can kill him?

There is a high probability that this kind of immortality is a higher-level concept, even if Marvel’s Dracula is dead, and as long as DC’s Dracula is not dead, Dracula in other books and stories is not dead, Marvel Universe Those invisible hands on the heights will always resurrect the true ancestor of the blood race again and again.

As the little cousin said, popularity is life, and vampire stories are always popular.

Dracula’s immortality has almost the same origin as that of Deadpool. It comes from the popularity of the ‘invisible spectator’, otherwise the set of Thanos’ Curse would be too convincing.

Thanos cursed Wade so that he could not die and prevented him from meeting with Death, so Deadpool would not die?

In that case, Thanos does not wear gloves or gems, just make a wish, is stronger than one of the five gods? Death wants to stay with the dead waiter and can't do it?

Don’t be naive~www.NovelMTL.com~ There are only two explanations for this. Either death deliberately seeks out Deadpool to stimulate Thanos, so that he can kill more people quickly. Anger and jealousy are the motivation for killing, so I didn’t show it. Really capable of killing the servant, but acting like a "concubine can't do it".

The other is that she is really powerless, because Wade's immortality is the interference of Marvel's screenwriters, which is equivalent to being modified by the original transcendors, which is even stronger than Wanda in its heyday.

"Since it's not about the blade warrior, I really can't think of anything related to our blood clan."

Dracula placed the golden cup, took the white handkerchief and wiped his mouth, scraped the edge of the cup with his long nails, and wiped the blush, blood-red eyes looked at the supreme mage eating chicken legs.

"This matter is related to every existence on the earth. I need an indestructible existence to come forward to negotiate. Listen to me and explain it to you. Of course, after listening, you can decide whether to cooperate or not. After all, I'm just here to negotiate a condition."

Su Ming put the chicken legs on the plate, wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth with his backhand, and explained the ins and outs of the matter to the true ancestor of the blood race.