[Zhongyingmei] Vampires also want to fall in love

The knife soon became Warlock's new toy. The few moves Bruno gave him were mastered after countless times of practice. Now Warlock can flexibly use several kinds of knives.

The only one who had a special reaction to Warlock's use of the knife was Dr. Black. During dinner, he caught a glimpse of Warlock who was turning the knife while reading a book, and his brows frowned slightly.

"Hey, Warlock, when did you start using a knife? I remember you using blood power like Cain."

Dr. Black felt that the broth was no longer fragrant. Why did such a good kid start playing with a knife?

Warlock was a well-behaved kid when he met Warlock at first, and now Warlock is developing in the direction of his brother under Black's nose, even if he knows that Warlock will not stab himself with a knife, he still feels that Kidney pain.

Warlock was trying to understand how the power of a long series of spells worked when he heard Dr. Black seem to be talking to himself.When he looked up at Dr. Black, his face was blank, the movement of turning the knife in his hand was not coherent, and the knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"What did you say?" Warlock noticed that he had been turning the knife while learning, and this habit slowed down his learning progress.

Black drank the broth in one gulp, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "Whether you are a fighter or a mage, you need to exercise. My brother is known as the number one mage in the Nine Realms, but his body is too thin. He lifts it up and throws it out."

"It's good for you to start exercising at your age, but just playing with a knife won't do much. You need to find a better weapon."

Dr. Black stretched out his hand, and a hammer suddenly appeared in his hand: "This is my best partner, Mjolnir. He has accompanied me on countless battlefields. I also went through a lot before I got his approval. We are on the same page.”

"You should also search more and find a combat partner who shares your heart. Speaking of which, I remember that blood races don't need a staff, right? If you need a staff to cast a spell, you have to worry about the little awkwardness between the two weapons."

Black turned to Cain after speaking. He didn't know much about the blood race. Most of the magic-side life forms he had seen needed a staff to cast spells. He was not sure whether the blood race needed it.

Cain has no problem with Warlock's recent obsession with practicing knife skills. The blood race has long enough to learn what they need to learn and want to learn. The real trouble is losing interest in new things.

Even if Warlock puts down his practice of magic and turns to practice physical arts, there won't be any major problems. The blood power in his body will not stop growing.

"The blood clan doesn't need a staff to cast spells. The staff is just a medium to put it bluntly. The weaker people need the staff to increase the strength. The more powerful the people, the less useful the staff."

Cain has never used a staff, and never thinks that a staff is necessary. Once he becomes dependent on power-boosting items, it is easy to lose sight of his true strength.

He dismisses the fact that Dr. Black has the hammer as a friend, and Black doesn't seem to realize that his powers come from himself and not from the hammer, that he's Thor, not Hammer.

"The scepter symbolizes power and status. Warlock, are you interested in the scepter? I can make one for you. After the last battle between heaven and hell, I knocked some branches of the tree of life from the angels. The devil's eyes are not If you know where it is, I will send someone to find it.”

Cain began to plan to make a scepter for Warlock, using the tree of life as the staff and the devil's eye as the soul.Usually the tree of life can provide supplies for the growth of Warlock's white wings, and the eyes of the devil will open their eyes to rescue the crisis in critical moments.

Warlock smiled helplessly when he heard that Cain had already started to make arrangements for the scepter.Cain just said that the blood race does not need a staff, and now he has started to prepare the staff. It is obvious that Cain will not think about what he said before when he treats Warlock.

Blake didn't understand the difference between a staff and a scepter in Cain's mouth, and simply and rudely thought that Cain was going to make a staff for Warlock. Seeing that Cain was lost in thought, he decided to continue the previous topic.

"That boy Diaz is very effective in exercising every day, but the leader of Yima said that he has almost learned everything that the Keyima tribe can teach outsiders. It's not a problem for you to stay in the wooden house every day, just as I recently If I have time, I can teach you how to exercise."

Black raised the hammer, and the muscles on his arm swelled. He was lame in a human leg, but he was confident that his physical condition was stronger than everyone here.

"I just need to digest food after eating, let me see how your strength is." Black patted Warlock on the shoulder, squeezed the back of Warlock's neck and was about to leave.

The smile on Warlock's face suddenly froze, and Black's hand was so strong that he lifted him up directly.

He was very envious of Bruno's muscular figure, and his future plans included exercising, but Dr. Black's exercise method was definitely not suitable for him.

Warlock turned his eyes to Cain asking for help. Cain was already immersed in designing the scepter, and he didn't notice that his cub was forcibly taken out by Dr. Black.

Blake squeezed Warlock out of the room like he was pinching the nape of a cat's neck. Bruno, who was practicing the stick technique taught by the leader of Keima, saw Warlock's stiff limbs from the window, and followed after hesitation.

Blake placed Warlock in the open space in front of the cabin, then went to the side and uprooted a tree as thick as Warlock's waist.

"You just started exercising, and you can't take too much exercise. Let's start with the simplest game. The simplest game in my hometown is to see who can throw the tree farther."

Blake put the tree in front of Warlock, "The braver the fighter, the farther he can throw it. You start from the small tree. When you can throw this tree across the river, we will start the next exercise."

"Mr. Black, your hometown...are you throwing such a thick tree?" Warlock swallowed. The tree is three meters long. No need to think about it, he would not be able to lift it, let alone lift it. The tree was thrown across a river six or seven meters wide.

Doctor Black laughed a few times, and patted Warlock's shoulders with his big hands, almost knocking him down.

"How is it possible? In our place, children in their 70s and [-]s play with this kind of tree. A tree as thick as a wooden house at my age should be thrown across half a mountain range from here."

"I've been the champion of the [-]th tree-throwing competition, and the new competition will start in seven or eight years. I'll take you to play when I have the chance."

When Dr. Black was proudly talking about his great achievements, he didn't notice that Bruno was standing at the door and looking at him with disbelief.

Bruno always thought that Dr. Black was just strong in his hands, but not everyone has the ability to uproot trees casually.

The author says:

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