England, Vampire, Kill with a Girl in Arms!

In the summer of 1988, inside an ancient castle in England, a girl with messy chestnut hair was tied to a single sofa. Standing before her was a young man with a seductive appearance. Beneath his pale face, his red lips were particularly striking.

He was a Vampire Viscount, unlike the Last Bloodline whose bloodline was so mixed it was barely recognized, or the Blood Servants who looked as ugly as addicts. The handsome appearance brought by his bloodline had always been his greatest source of satisfaction.

"This is a symbol of nobility!" he himself said. ┑(￣Д ￣)┍

The young man looked at the trembling child before him, as if appraising a delicate work of art. However, beneath his blood-red pupils was an undisguised bloodthirsty desire.

He leaned closer to the little girl and took a deep breath. An unnatural flush appeared on his pale face. "Oh~~" The sudden perversion sent another shiver down the already terrified girl's spine.

"As expected! As expected! Only the pure blood of a maiden is the finest delicacy for a Noble Bloodline like myself~" After speaking, the vampire wrapped his arms around himself, as if cherishing his own pitiful habit of drinking morning dew.

With that, he licked his lips, revealing hidden fangs. A delicacy should not be desecrated or kept waiting.

At this moment, a voice broke through the paid narrative, returning to the free section.

"Who the hell are you calling a 'minor'? This is an eight-year-old! She's a child! (#｀へ´)"

The vampire looked up. A teenage boy, holding a saber, was leaning against his window, his expression openly showing his disgust for the vampire.

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"Who are you?"

"Your father... Forget it, I probably couldn't give birth to something like you, it would be too demeaning."

Seeing the boy's disgusted look, as if the vampire were some dirty thing he couldn't be associated with, infuriated the vampire who had always considered himself a Noble Bloodline.

"Kid, you are insulting the noble Dracula·Sait!"

"Another Dracula? How many girls did Vlad Dracula defile back then? Why are there his bastards everywhere." The boy jumped down from the window, took out a small blanket, and covered the girl's head. He gripped his saber hilt with his left hand.

"Never mind, they're all newborns. It doesn't matter if I kill one or two. Huaxia Daoist Sect, Bing Huan."

The next moment, Bing Huan took a deep breath, his right shoulder pulling his body back. His entire being, spirit, and energy were withdrawn, making him resemble a withered tree in the desert.

Out of pride in his bloodline, and because he couldn't sense any aura from Bing Huan, Sait had already dismissed the boy before him as an ignorant fool trying to play the hero.

"Hahaha~ Little friend, saving a damsel requires strength. Alas, although you are lowly, your appearance is quite handsome. I will mercifully... disfigure your face and then take you as my Blood Servant."

Sait looked at Bing Huan with a sinister grin. His Viscount aura was unleashed without reservation, startling the little girl under the blanket beside him.

However, the person concerned seemed unfazed. "Is that your last words? Once you decide, there's no turning back."

"Still haven't realized the reality? Fine, the ignorance of ants always gives them courage they don't deserve. I'll let you understand the gap. Oh, and is that the Sword Draw Slash from Sakura Country? I heard your Huaxia's Sword Drawing Technique evolved from Sakura, but isn't it that the lower you bow in Sakura, the stronger you are? Unwilling to bow? Come on, don't be inferior, bow your head to the great Dracula!"

"From Sakura?" One sentence was enough to ignite the anger of any Descendant of Yan and Huang. "Heh, they're just a bunch of clowns we drove out, trying to save face. You actually believe those short monkey's lies."

(Unsheathing)

"Roar~? Then please let me witness your... cough... cough..."

(Sheathing)

Sait clutched his half-severed neck and looked behind him in disbelief. He couldn't understand how such immense power, greater than that of an adult Giant Dragon, had erupted from this harmless-looking body in an instant.

"Relax~ Dizziness is normal." Bing Huan turned around, holding his saber. "This is the orthodox Sword Drawing Technique of our Huaxia. Remember it?"

Thud

Of course, the only response to the boy was the sound of a corpse hitting the ground. Bing Huan raised an eyebrow. "Oh, looks like you'll have to remember it in your next life, if you have one."

He conjured a fire spell and burned Dracula·Sait's corpse. Due to the master's death, the Blood Servants outside began to go mad, releasing their killing intent.

"Looks like there are still some weeds to cut..."

Bing Huan walked to the sofa and lifted the blanket. "Ahhhhhh, don't kill me!!!!"

Swish!

With a single slash, the girl, who didn't feel like she was missing anything, found the ropes loosened. She opened her eyes and saw the boy before her freeing her from the sofa.

"Not very tall, but quite loud. My name is Bing Huan, what's yours?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Listen closely, Hermione. There are still quite a few monsters like the one just now outside. I'll take you out later, so you need to stick close to me. Got it?"

Hermione tugged on Bing Huan's sleeve. "But there are 47 of them!"

"Ho... how many?"

"47."

"Wait a minute, weren't you captured? How do you know so clearly?"

"Oh, he didn't seem worried about me running away at all, so he didn't blindfold me or knock me out. He even had everyone in the castle come out to greet him..." As she spoke, Hermione puffed out her cheeks, seemingly angry at being underestimated.

"So, do we still need to fight our way out? They seem very angry." The roars of the Blood Servants and vampires outside grew louder.

"Hoo~ Ah"

"Hmph~ Ah"

"Sluurrp sluurrp"

Heh heh heh...

"Let's sneak out. It's mainly for your safety, absolutely not because there are too many people and I don't want to fight, understand!" After speaking, he patted Hermione's shoulder with a serious expression.

(￣▽￣") "I don't believe you."

"...Kids who are too smart aren't cute! Let's go out first, or we really won't be able to sneak out later."

After walking out of the room, Bing Huan closed his eyes and listened for a moment, then chose a quieter direction.

"Is older brother an Eastern Cultivator?"

"Yo, you know about that?"

"Yeah, my uncle went to Huaxia for a trip and accidentally fell off a cliff. He was saved by someone called a Daoist Master. My uncle thought he was a legendary Immortal. Turns out, that uncle told my uncle to believe in science and then jumped back up the cliff. Later, my uncle asked around and found out there are many people called Daoist Masters there. Is Huaxia that prone to people having the same name?"

o_o ...

"Your uncle... didn't happen to go to Longhu Mountain, did he? And was that person still smelling of alcohol?" Bing Huan thought of his own Martial Uncle, who had tricked him when he was three into drinking strong liquor.

Hermione tilted her head and thought, "It seems so, but my uncle apparently mistook it for the Immortal's natural fragrance."

(Facepalm)

"That's my Fifth Martial Uncle. He's fine otherwise, just drinks too much. Last time, right after he took in disciples, he drank all night. The next day, those junior brothers and sisters were dumbfounded.

But that Daoist Master isn't a name. Daoist Master is a title of respect for someone who has reached a certain realm in their cultivation. Or you can think of it as a title, like a position. Similar to 'Principal'."

"Then when you closed your eyes just now, were you sensing something? Like a map appearing in your mind!"

Bing Huan pouted, "It is possible, but before I came, my Master sealed my Spiritual Sense and some other abilities..."

"Why?!" The little girl, who always gave her all in everything she did, couldn't understand limiting oneself like that.

"'You've already reached Foundation Establishment, and you still need to go all out to deal with a bunch of viscounts? That just means your cultivation isn't good enough!' Bing Huan said in a hushed voice, imitating his Master's words before he left. 'That's what he said.'"

As they chatted, they reached the doorway. Bing Huan grabbed the doorknob. "We need to be careful from now on. We absolutely cannot be discovered."

"What if we are discovered?"

"If we're discovered, I'll throw you out for them to eat, you little jinx." He then put on a fierce expression.

"Pfft." Hermione could feel that the boy, who was only a few years older but always acted like an adult, meant no harm to her, and she gradually relaxed.

He opened the large door, and the two little ones came face-to-face with 47 bright red eyes shining outside.

"Uh oh..."