Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
“Let you go? Why should I let you go? So that you can suck my blood? Furthermore, speaking of illegal, you rushing at me to suck my blood is illegal, right?”
“You misunderstand. I am actually a Vampire with great self-control, unlike my kinsmen.”
“Like I believe you. Who was it who rushed at me earlier? Let me tell you this. Addiction to sucking blood is still an addiction. Since it is an addiction, I need to use the Electric Therapy King’s method to treat you.”
“Electric Therapy King?”
Although Warfarin did not know who the Electric Therapy King was, she would soon understand his methods.
Chen Heng took out a small knife from his portable spatial storage and made a small cut on his arm. Then he squeezed out some blood into a test tube.
Don’t ask why Chen Heng did not use a syringe; he did not know how to use one. He was not a doctor; how would he know how to use a syringe?
However, he needed to use the syringe after this.
He took the syringe Warfarin used to draw his blood earlier, sucking all the blood in the test tube into that syringe.
“Do you want it?” Chen Heng waved the syringe. Then he pointed the needle at Warfarin and nudged the plunger, pushing out a drop of blood, which hung there.
“Give me! Give me!” Warfarin arched her head up, craving to drink that drop of blood. However, the needle tip was a distance from her; she could not reach it.
“No. It looks like you are still addicted to blood. You need to receive electrocution therapy.” Chen Heng retracted the drop of blood into the syringe. Then he raised his left hand, which had electricity leaping about, and extended it towards Warfarin.
“Aaaaargh!”
Chen Heng had excellent control over the current, able to cause pain without damaging the body.
“Do you still want it?”
“I don’t want it!” Even a fool would know to answer no. Warfarin was no simple-minded fool that only moved on instinct.
“Really?” Chen Heng removed the needle from the syringe. Then he pushed out half a drop of blood.
This half drop of blood would never fall off. Chen Heng pl
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