Job change for all: My pastor, what the hell is the cancer cell proliferation technique?

"And this beautiful lady."

"If you push this boy away, let him be sucked dry first."

"It's likely that I'll spare your life for having had enough."

"After all, when a beautiful thing is broken, it's always embarrassing, isn't it?"

Immediately, Viscount Wharton looked at Meng Qinghan again, and joked.

So what if he could kill that trash of Gnar?

What can you do at this age?So what if there is a big family behind it?

Even if you reach level 60, in front of me, Wharton, you can be wiped out casually?

But the fun of cat and mouse is still pretty good.

After all, Viscount Wharton looked at Meng Qinghan's pale, biting lip, bloodless face.

"How about it, miss, have you made a choice?"

"Of course, if you choose to be my first embrace, maybe this humble human man, I will save his life?"

"Who told him to kill Gnar?"

"Although Gnar is a waste, Gnar and I have such a slight blood relationship after all, I can't just sit idly by?"

"How? Have you thought about it?"

Wharton looked at the increasingly pale face of Meng Qinghan.

Playful, relaxed, grinning opening.

Chapter 95 No vampire will get gastroenteritis, right?

Every sentence of Viscount Wharton fell.

Meng Qinghan's face turned pale.

Looking at the bats in front of him, they rushed towards him like black smoke covering the ground.

Meng Qinghan's heart was filled with deep fear.

Just when Meng Qinghan bit his lip and wanted to say something.

next moment.

A generous big hand pressed on Meng Qinghan's shoulder.

"I'm here."

Fang Chen looked at Meng Qinghan, and said something lightly.

Then, under Meng Qinghan's astonished gaze.

Fang Chen swiped his right hand, and took out the staff from the storage ring in his left hand.

Afterwards, Fang Chen looked at Viscount Wharton.

At the top of the staff, when a ball of light condensed out.

Fang Chen clenched his staff and waved it.

Gastroenteritis broke out in an instant!

But time to breathe.

"Squeak!"

Followed by the densely packed bats around, they uttered a cry, and then stopped in mid-air.

Viscount Wharton's body froze for a moment.

"Boy!"

"What did you just do to me?"

I felt an overwhelming urge in my stomach.

Viscount Wharton clutched his abdomen, bared his teeth and growled at Fang Chen.

"you guess."

Fang Chen showed his white teeth and smiled kindly.

"I guess you are a ghost!"

"Say it! Or I'll tear you to pieces!"

Viscount Wharton roared with a distorted face.

What the hell is this feeling?Why does it seem that there is a desire to rush out?

"Is there a possibility that it is gastroenteritis?"

Fang Chen's face was full of a spring-like smile.

Hearing this sentence, Viscount Wharton sneered.

"Are you bluffing?"

"How could the blood race get gastroenteritis?"

"Our blood race, is it your human body structure?"

Viscount Wharton spoke disdainfully.

How could the blood race get gastroenteritis?

That's just nonsense, right?

"believe it or not."

"Too lazy to lie to you."

Fang Chen spoke innocently, and at the end, curled his lips.

After all, Fang Chen thought about it.

Pull out two gas masks from the storage ring.

"Put it on."

"listen to me."

Handing a gas mask to Meng Qinghan, Fang Chen looked at Meng Qinghan who didn't understand why, and explained something.

Following Meng Qinghan, he took over the gas mask and put it on his face.

"Boy! What are you trying to do?"

"You don't think I'll believe such nonsense, do you?"

Viscount Wharton looked at Fang Chen, and mocked him contemptuously.

"Boy, hurry up..."

Immediately, Viscount Wharton roared to say something.

The words were just half spoken.

Viscount Wharton's pupils shrank instantly.

Then he clutched his stomach with a distorted face.

Gan!It seems that something is about to rush out?

It's not really the same as what this kid said, is it?

It's not true that any vampire will get gastroenteritis, right?

next moment.

"Pfft~"

A wisp of pale yellow gas floated out from Viscount Wharton's buttocks.

"Fuck!"

Viscount Wharton's pupils trembled instantly.

As a noble blood family, he is a majestic viscount, farting in public in public?

"Puff puff!"

With the continuous sound of machine guns, pale yellow gas drifted out one by one.

"Boy, is what you just said true?"

"You really gave me gastroenteritis?"

Viscount Wharton looked at Fang Chen in astonishment.

In the words this time, there is no longer arrogance, but seven points of inquiry and three points of hope.

"if not?"

Fang Chen put on the gas mask and spoke lightly.

Do you think it's a lie that I've made so many preparations?

Afterwards, Fang Chen looked at Meng Qinghan who was confused and didn't know what was going on.

"It may be a bit hot on the eyes later."

"If you are not used to it, go to the corner and hide first."

Fang Chen spoke lightly.

……

Following Fang Chen's words, it fell.

"Is there really a vampire who can get gastroenteritis?"

Viscount Wharton still had an expression of disbelief.

"Spicy eyes?"

"That is……??"

"Boy, quickly undo this damn curse for me!"

Hearing what Fang Chen said, Viscount Wharton froze for a moment, his eyes were very confused.

After thinking about it, Viscount Wharton's eyes were filled with panic.

"Sorry, I can do it."

"But I just won't give it."

Fang Chen spread his hands and spoke with a smile.

[Mood value from Viscount Wharton +727]

Gannie Liang!

Even if labor and capital are dead, this kind of thing must not be allowed to happen!

I am a viscount of the blood family, can I do such a shameless thing?

"I……"

Viscount Wharton wanted to say something with a distorted face.

next moment.

"puff!"

"Pfft!"

"Crash!"

A look of relief flashed across Viscount Wharton's face.

After Viscount Wharton's ass.