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- Can¡¯t answer.
Dracula knows this very well.
He has never been known for his strength, but the Iron Fist Saint in front of him looks like a powerful bull.
So, he turned into a bat in order to avoid the blow.
but¡¡
what happened?
After transforming into a bat, Dracula was surprised to find that he could not avoid this blow.
It¡¯s not that there is a fist that can immobilize the bodies of thousands of bats. That is something that only the four bodies of Ye and Ye can have. It does not exist in Marda.
What the Iron Fist Saint has is just an iron fist, an iron fist that is powerful enough.
The iron fist came out, and the bat transformed by Dracula was directly crushed by the iron fist.
Even the strange bats with some spatial mysteries are shaken by the power of the Iron Fist.
Dracula cannot understand this scene. After all, he doesn't understand r_uv-12*r*g_uv=k*t_uv.
Even if it is explained in a written form that does not look like a bible-like formula such as the energy-momentum (t_uv) distribution of space matter = the curvature of space (r_uv), I still don¡¯t understand it.
We also know nothing about the form of the solution ds^2=adt^2+bdr^2+cd¦È^2+dd¦Õ^2.
Just like everyone who saw this scene, whether inside or outside the wall.
But in fact, Martha's ability to affect Dracula's strange bats with spatial mysteries has nothing to do with the above-mentioned general theory of relativity.
The mystery of Dracula's space was not originally created based on rigorous mathematical theory to create a position-generating device, and there was no need for general relativity to decipher it.
The mystery of his space only comes from the magic power of the vampire itself.
Martha¡¯s iron fist also comes from the extraordinary.
Using the extraordinary to influence the extraordinary is not something worth writing about, right?
But Dracula just can't understand it.
"I'm so extraordinary, why can you hit me?"
But he didn¡¯t have time to think about it for the time being.
Because a person appeared in front of him.
"Compared to this person, Martha is not worthy of even a single glance.
Compared with this person, he himself is meaningless.
"Elizabeth" Dracula murmured as he looked at the figure running out chasing a little girl.
"Welldon't you want to fight?" Martha scratched her head.
Phew, come to life. Tarasque breathed a sigh of relief. Although just after the blow, his carapace seemed to be broken, and all the bones in his body screamed in pain, but the joy of ending it with just one blow turned the pain into sweetness.
"In two thousand years, this is the first time that I only need to take one punch from my master and don't have to take another punch, right?"
Tears of happiness were flowing freely on Tarasque's face.
¡°But compared to Dracula¡¯s face, Tarask¡¯s tears are nothing.
Although there was only one tear on Dracula's face, it surpassed the presence of Tarasque's face full of tears.
Vampires don¡¯t shed tears.
This is a legend that everyone here knows.
So, when tears appeared on the vampire's face, everyone was shocked.
"Uncle Long, what are they shocked about?"
"Xiaoyu, even if you ask me, I don't know Why don't you ask the big sister over there?"
"Don't look at me, I don't know. Well, the Lord may have said it, but I'm sorry I forgot."
Well, not everyone is shocked.
But for Dracula, he no longer cares about what other people do.
Now, there is only one person's influence in his eyes and heart.
Elizabeth
He held out his hand to the lady.
Finally, finally, finally, I see you again.
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¡°It finally looks like something.¡± In the fried chicken restaurant, a white-haired gentleman nodded.
Then he took a bite of fried chicken and nodded again.
In this era, even ordinary people can eat such things. Even if they raise a lot of fat and stupid people, it is really worthy of praise.
Even though he was fat and stupid, he was much happier than the poor children of his time who starved to death at a few years old.
"Why don't you go out and have a look?" After eating the fried chicken, the white-haired gentleman wiped his mouth elegantly and suddenly said to the man.
This made the man stunned for a moment.
Almost everyone in the fried chicken restaurant went to watch the fun, especially when they were eating and chatting together just now.?Chen Xiaoyu kid, her uncle Chen's Jackie Chan has gone, but he didn't go.
The white-haired gentleman who was out of tune with this fried chicken restaurant didn¡¯t go either.
" Two people who are completely incompatible with each other, the gentleman who usually doesn't take the initiative to greet people speaks first.
This series of events combined, even the man's strong Taoist heart was stunned for a moment.
But after all, he has a strong heart.
"I won't go. I don't like to watch the excitement." He shook his head gently.
He is already in his thirties, and unlike the confused young man, he knows a lot. The heavy pressure brought by knowledge was on his shoulders, and he had long lost the joyful mood of "watching the excitement".
"Don't you have love?" The white-haired gentleman seemed curious.
"I am not qualified to love." The man paused, then sighed.
"Why? Everything in the world can be loved. Even Yu who lived a bloody life still loved Yu's Wallachia. Even Yu outside also loved his wife deeply." The white-haired gentleman said.
"Because I am not me, there is no me in this world, how can I love?" the man said.
"Hahaha, walking in the gap between heaven and earth, you are loved by heaven and earth. No matter what your origin is, the kindness carried by heaven and earth should at least be responded to with love." The white-haired gentleman said.
"Can life be understood this way?" The man shook his head.
"I still can't accept it."
"Can't you?" The white-haired gentleman shook his head, "You are really stubborn. Then let me show you my love."
"I'm sorry, I may not be able to understand." The man sighed.
"It doesn't matter. I just need to do this." The white-haired gentleman waved his hands, cleaned up the sweet fat from the fried chicken, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the fried chicken shop.
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"Ah, you actually know how to eat fried chicken. Fortunately, I was embarrassed. One second it was an action blockbuster, and the next second it turned into a sad drama. Although I enjoyed watching it, I became one of them. The officer is still a little out of place." When the white-haired gentleman appeared, Martha was surprised and relieved at the same time.
Well, although her reasons for surprise and reasons for relief were both strange, no one cared about them at this time.
¡°For example, the white-haired gentleman simply ignored her.
"Dracula." The white-haired gentleman spoke to Dracula, whose eyes were full of chess pieces.
"You?" Dracula was stunned for a moment when he saw the white-haired gentleman.
¡°Are you here to steal Elizabeth from me?!¡± Then, he suddenly became angry.
"" This sentence made the white-haired gentleman pause for a moment.
"No." He turned around silently, not looking at Dracula's expression.
This was a terrible reaction to a fight, but he seemed to rather choose this terrible reaction than look at Dracula.
"I just want to take a look. The love of vampires that disgusts me. That's all." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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