Chapter 641 (1/2)
”Don't worry, I don't want you to die so easily.” Van Lin said, ”not now, at least.”
Van Lin took a sip of tea.
”Not now?” He seems to have heard some funny jokes, but it makes him laugh a little bit.
Vampires are considered to be aristocrats. When they eat, they naturally want to maintain an elegant posture.
It's just that this cup of dragon blood is too hard to drink.
”Well, I diluted it with water, and, you know, the dragon blood I can buy is usually used for magic experiments, so it should be quite different from what you usually drink.”
Well, it's a perfect force. Anyway, Fanlin likes it.
Trevor's face was a little embarrassed. He believed that the little devil was really believing in evil.
This can't be described as hard to drink. It's hard to imagine that when Trevor was drawing blood from his tusks, he was blocked by some magical plants.
It's like a newborn of a vampire and a Vatican believer
”Come on, what are you here for? Humiliate me? ”
”Some, it's revenge.” Fanlin did not hide anything.
This makes him feel that Fanlin has some iron head. He was a shrewd and even some evil wizard painting style just now, but in a twinkling of an eye, facing him, he became a cold headed green.
The gap between the changes made him feel powerless.
How long has he not been angry?
Ten years? Twenty years?
It can be said that there is no fluctuation in her heart, and some even want MMP
”Don't look at me like that. Don't you know how much trouble you've caused me?” Van Lin shrugged his shoulders, as if he were sitting in Hagrid's cabin instead of the stoic defense against the dark arts professor's office.
”Trouble...” ”If you don't have so much work, I don't think I'll have to be that troublesome,” she sneered
”I know what you want.” ”Full of active Harry Potter blood?” Van leen said
Trevor didn't speak. He just looked at Van reen's face in a bad way, as if to see something.
Voldemort did not even tell him how to resurrect, but the most important one was his old enemy.
”Maybe...” It was like eating a slug, and the grace of her face had been destroyed by Vaseline.
”But how do you know, he didn't even tell me clearly.”
”Resurrection.” Van Lin said softly, ”a very interesting magic.”
”Interesting?”
”Yes, it's fun.” Van Lin said that the original water blue pupil gradually emerged a trace of black gas.
“Boneofthefather，unknowinglygiven，youwillyourson。 If you donate your father's bone unintentionally, it will bring your son back to life ! ”
Fanlin's voice is like a voice from hell, like a whisper in a deep sleep.