Chapter 157: Nigrede: A thrilling battle! [Part ]

With a slight tingling, with a slight pleasure, with a fascinating feeling of weakness.

Nicolede's body trembled slightly, as if she was under great pressure.

"Ho ho... ho ho..."

"Ho ho..."

A series of low roars suddenly came from Droste's throat, and as the blood gradually flowed into his mouth, Droste found it a little unbearable.

The fishy smell of blood was really unpleasant and very unpalatable.

Just like that outrageous bean juice flavor.

I wonder how ancient vampires drank blood?
This thought emerged in Droste's mind, and he suddenly found that the world around him was gradually becoming clearer.

The rage in my mind caused by the evolution of vampire blood gradually subsided.

The whole person gradually became calm.

Where am I, who am I, what am I doing?
After asking three very classic soul-searching questions, Droste let go of Nicolede in his arms.

"Moan...ah..."

Nicolade staggered without support and fell directly onto the soft carpet. As she fell to the ground, she made a groaning sound from her nose.

Nicolede raised her head with a dazed look in her eyes, her lips slightly parted, exhaling a fragrant breath.

She stretched her legs forward as far as she could, trying to find Droste's position. Her ten crystal clear toes were stretched as tight as possible, forming a perfect arc that was comfortable.

"What's wrong... Landlord..."

It seemed as if pink hearts were appearing on her body, and her entire body had completely transformed into the epitome of lust - a succubus!
But Droste had no time to pay attention to her unsatisfied look. Looking around, Droste tried hard to recall what had just happened in the room.

You cannot get angry during the process of bloodline evolution.

Teacher Ilinar had always stressed that she should not get angry, but she herself was furious because of Niguled's attack.

The blood rushed up in an instant, and I lost my mind. I became very insensitive to the surrounding environment and what I had just done...

Okay, some impressions.

Droste touched his bleeding nose, where drops of blood were still on the ground. He remembered that he had used the red item he had just drawn - [Word Spirit: The Power of Time Saint Odval] to forcibly pause Nigret's time of 4 seconds.

Then, he lost his powerful strength because of bleeding from all five orifices. Facing Nicole, who did not resist and even did not want to resist, he began to suck her blood.

However, he had no idea how to use the vampire bloodline to absorb the power of this blood. His confused operation actually freed himself from that irrefutable state.

Droste only remembered that he was wrapped in a bloody cocoon, surrounded by pools of blood, all around the cocoon.

He was placed in the highest place, covered in blood.

The bloody cocoon wrapped around him, giving him the power to change his whole body and making his emotions become exaggerated.

Pride, envy, wrath, laziness, greed, gluttony, lust.

Seven emotions fill my heart and make me lost.

"Mr. Landlord~~"

"What are you thinking about?"

Nicole made a tender sound, like a cat in April, calling to her husband for peace, with reluctance and excitement. Nicole's cheeks were slightly pink, and her long eyelashes trembled.

Seeing that Droste was still in a daze, Nigrede felt a little disappointed. She glanced at him resentfully and stretched out her two arms as thin as lotus roots, trying to put her arms around Droste's neck.

I'm still having fun, why don't you suck my own blood? Aren't you vampires dedicated enough to your job?

Droste slapped her hand away.

Damn~

Thinking of this, Nigrede climbed onto Droste's thighs, trying to hug his thighs tightly, and rubbed them gently with her body.

The hot masculine scent almost intoxicated Nicole.

Is this a strong person?

I really want to post it!
Nicoleida thought so and did so. She pulled his legs, exposing her entire body and caressing him to her heart's content.

"Get lost. Get out of the way."

While Droste was still thinking, an annoying caterpillar appeared at his feet.

With a frown on his face, thinking about Nicolede's rude behavior, Droste kicked her again, kicking her fair shoulder and kicking her away.

He was already in a bad mood, and his emotions became even more turbulent due to the evolution of his bloodline. Moreover, for a succubus, Droste didn't think he needed to be polite.

Just now, he saw that Nicolede had transformed. Her true nature was that of a hateful succubus, and her soft body was trying to seduce him.

Although he was unconscious and unable to control his own condition, he could indeed feel that the eyes of the Bocaster water elf in his right eye were trying their best to help him and bounce back the enchanting power.

Since the other party is not polite, I won't be polite either.

As a landlord with integrity and normal values, it is very stupid to forgive without thinking.

What degree of belonging? Just get out of here now.

However, what Droste did not notice was that in his system, the column of belongingness had undergone a small change.

"Degree of belonging: Nigrede - 15 degrees of belonging."

"Nikulade, belongingness +10."

If Droste noticed this, he would probably shout:
You are such a pervert, Miss Succubus!
"Ah... why are you kicking me... landlord~"

With her soft body lying sideways on the ground, Niguled's posture was both charming and enchanting, like a vivid painting unfolding before Droste's eyes.

The kick that Droste gave her just now was like a reward to her, making her even more excited.

Nicolaïde's long hair gently spread on the ground, like a black waterfall flowing out, and a few strands of hair gently brushed her cheeks, adding a bit of softness.

Her figure was graceful and curvy, rising and falling gently with her breathing, and every curve was full of alluring rhythm.

The torn tank top was caused by the recent battle, and a few patches of fair and smooth skin were revealed from the almost non-existent fabric, which was very tempting.

Her jade arms gently supported her body, revealing her slender wrists and fingers; her waist was soft and slender, like a willow branch that would break at the touch, making people want to step forward and help her up.

The extremely short hot pants gently overlapped as she moved, outlining her figure and her long, white and smooth legs.

The bony and slender ankles gently overlapped, appearing elegant and relaxed, while the white soles were dirty, stained with a few drops of bright red blood, making them appear even more charming and sinister.

(End of this chapter)