Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
“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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