Even Pseudo-girl Vampires Can Survive Calmly in Another World

"Okay, okay, I learned another knowledge that I don't need..." Fan Helsing waved his hand.

"awsl~"

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a strange sound.

"Wow! Why are there so many puppies here! And they all have small wings, so cute!" A child's voice came from the periphery of the banquet.

Van Helsing rose immediately.

"Didn't I tell them not to come out and run around?"

More and more 'awsl' sounded, [-] DDs scattered into the banquet like flowing water, and flew onto the table to beg for food from various demihumans. It is the existence called stinky DD.

The demihumans were taken aback at first, but gradually calmed down. Let's call them 'pigeon dogs? 'The little animals don't seem to have the idea of ​​harming people, they just want to eat.

Fan Helsing's table also had DDs flying past, but the DDs didn't dare to stay in front of Fan Helsing, as if they were hiding from the plague god, but Fan Helsing, the plague god, quickly reached out and grabbed one of them.

Take a closer look, this DD got a dog T-shirt from nowhere, with the head of a beautiful white-haired girl printed on it, wearing it on his body, with two small wings from the two slits on the back of the T-shirt stick out.

Looking around, Van Helsing found that all DDs were wearing such T-shirts, making it look like a big fan meeting.

“[Rough Processing of Peripherals]: DDs can mass-produce idols’ peripherals, earn money for idols, or enjoy themselves.”

The system will remind you in due time.

"When DDs' idols have been popular for more than three years, and DDs have not changed their idols, [peripheral rough processing] can be upgraded to [peripheral finishing], and the manufacturing items are upgraded from low-end industrial products such as cultural shirts and cooling fans to itacars, High-end industrial creations such as Pain Ships and Pain Aircraft Carriers (that is, to print their idols wherever they can be printed).”

"That's amazing..." Van Helsing threw away the DD in his hand: "Doesn't it mean that if I have a Death Star fortress in the future, they can also turn my Death Star into a 'Painful Death Star'?"

"By the way, why does the name 'Painful Death Star' feel more chilling than the name 'Death Star'?"

"..." The system was silent for a while. There was no such thing as the Death Star in her mall (after all, it was a living system, and a super weapon the size of the moon like the Death Star was beyond the standard).

"Master, if DD can really follow an idol for more than three years...they are not DD..."

But compared to the Death Star, which is impossible to buy from the system, it is even more unrealistic for DD to be dedicated to an idol for three years.

Instead of talking about the possibility of DD's specialization, Van Helsing spoke loudly in the square.

"All DDs gather at West Street! Climb up to the table and grab something to eat, and I'll stew you all!"

The DDs were terrified, and rushed to West Street one after another. The stinky DD, who was still grabbing food with a fork and spoon in his hand, threw away the crime tools in a hurry, pretending to be a good DD, and flew to West Street obediently.

……

"Do you want to eat?" Fan Helsing stood in front of all the DDs, followed by Katyusha, and behind Katyusha there was a crowd of melon-eating crowd watching.

The DDs nodded 'awsl' when they heard Van Helsing's words.

They've been here all morning and haven't eaten yet.

"I originally thought that as long as you have an idol, you can be full without eating..." Fan Helsing touched his chin.

"awsl?" DDs have question marks on their heads.

They are just DDs, not perpetual motion machines, so how could they not need to eat?

"Since you want to eat, you can cook it yourself. The ingredients and the stove are at the entrance of Beijie Street. You are not allowed to steal other people's food, understand?" Fan Helsing paced back and forth in front of the DDs.

The DDs nodded desperately, they were afraid that Van Helsing would really stew them.

DD meat is smelly and really not tasty!

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Chapter 133 Chapter 132: Bloodline Temperance Required by Zombies ([-])

Van Helsing also took this opportunity to tell the townspeople of Anne Town about the existence of DDs.

Let them see DD on the street later and don't make a fuss.

After all, DDs are now employees of the newspaper, and there are always reporters who will come out and walk around.

……

The banquet was over soon, people removed the dining tables, restarted the morning games, the fountain also removed the altar, sprayed water column again, and the water mist brought coolness to the people on the square, under the fierce sunlight It also reflects rainbows.

After the sun goes down, the Sun Festival is officially over, and everyone has to go back to their respective homes, have a good rest, and go to work and school tomorrow, and there is still one afternoon to play.

"Mr. Van Helsing, look at how my painting looks? Does it look like it?" At the pottery painting booth, Katyusha handed over her completed masterpiece to Van Helsing who was sitting beside her.

"Hmm..." Van Helsing felt that looking directly at this thing for too long would make him lose his mind, so he raised his head and blinked his eyes, moistening his tired cornea with some tears.

"The painting is very good. Which evil god is this? I haven't seen it before. Is it some form of Nyarlathotep?"

This evil god is known as a thousand faces, it can be a cheongsam woman from Shanghai, a black bald head from the United States, or even a beautiful silver haired girl from Japan who turns into a dead Barbie with pink lips Hairy egg freaks are not out of the question...

"Hehe..." Katyusha's face was instantly gloomy.

"Mr. Van Helsing can't even recognize himself? It seems that the eyes are unnecessary~ Anyway, they are useless at all, I will be Mr. ..."

"Ah? So it's me?" Fan Helsing was sweating profusely, but scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Hahaha... Not bad, not bad, you also have a bit of my charm... Hahaha..."

"..."

Seeing such a nervous Van Helsing, Katyusha's face gradually calmed down.Gently put down the watercolor pen in his hand, propped his cheek with one hand on the long table, and looked at the masterpiece called "evil god" by Van Helsing with the other hand.

Katyusha sighed softly, her tone helpless.

"The only art I have mastered...is to explode, explode, explode..."

"I'm really not good at drawing... and I don't have time to learn to draw..."

Katyusha's tone was light.

When leaving the factory, there is no painting skill loaded...

Even if you want to learn later, in the continuous 'explosion' war, there is no time for that.

"..."

"It's never too late to start learning..." Fan Helsing put aside the pottery embryo in his hand. It was a pen holder with many people drawn on it, including Katyusha's face, leaning against him.

"If Katyusha is not good at it, let me teach you."

Smiling, Van Helsing picked up the watercolor pen that Katyusha put down and put it back in her hand.

"Come on, we still have a long... a long time. As long as Katyusha is willing to learn, I am willing to teach, even if it is thousands or tens of thousands of years... it is enough for Katyusha to stop painting. Such an evil spirit."

Katyusha is a tactical doll, as long as it is regularly self-checked and maintained, its lifespan is unlimited.

"..." Katyusha snorted softly, "Mr. Fan Helsing really looks down on people..."

"I'm not so stupid, I have to learn how to draw for thousands of years..."

……

Three in the afternoon.

The workers who came to collect the pottery embryos for firing picked up the pottery embryos on the table one by one.

These pottery embryos are pasted with small pieces of paper with the name of their owner written on them.

Suddenly, a worker was taken aback when he saw a colorful pottery embryo.

Then he shuddered all over.

"This...what is this..."

If the Milky Way is flushed down the toilet and the disgusting colors fill your entire field of vision, you will be like him, realizing that there are some indescribable monsters that are about to burst your eyelids and break into your eyeballs Poop anywhere!

The distorted spiral pupils, melting face, and dizzyingly greasy pink mouth seemed to make the 'discomfort' come true, 'biting' on the poor worker, making him cry out in horror !

"Ahh! Don't come here!"

"Hey! Hey! What's wrong with you!" Another worker immediately ran over to help him.

"That, that, that thing!" The worker pointed to the indescribable vase, the mouse's ears drooped and its eyes were closed, and it didn't dare to take another look: "It's terrible!"

"My God, why are you ratmen always so surprised?" Another worker was a dogman, casually looking in the direction the ratman pointed.

"Isn't it just a vase? It's just that the color is ugly..."

"Hmm... It seems that I feel a little uncomfortable after watching it for a long time. What's the matter?..."

"Forget it, forget it, I don't want to look at it, I will send you to the kiln to burn," the dog man quickly picked up the vase, put it in the rat man's cart and placed it: "I can't burn you to death! Hehe!"

……

As the sun set in the west, Van Helsing and the girls also gradually walked towards the house. The fired pottery would be delivered to the house by the staff of the ceramics factory in person, but it hadn't been fired yet.

The flow of people on the square is also sparse. After tidying up the place, people who get up early in the morning and play all day are already deeply tired and need to go home to rest.

Sivir also returned her body to Annie. Although she was a little bit reluctant, she took the initiative to help Annie push the wheelchair in order to express her gratitude to Annie.

"Sivir... How much did you eat today?" Annie covered her swollen stomach, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Even the stomach of a zombie can't digest it completely at once, isn't that too exaggerated?"

"Sorry, I didn't control my mouth for a while..." Sivir was very embarrassed. She only cared about enjoying herself, but she didn't think that it was Annie who had these foods.

"Forget it, I've thought of this a long time ago..." Annie shrugged, "Just go home and take a potion to help digestion."

"Eh? Is there such a good thing? By the way, give me a copy too." Van Helsing turned to look at Anne.

"I feel a little supportive..."

Van Helsing ate a lot of soup slime in the afternoon, and now he has some indigestion. After all, they are all monsters and it is difficult to absorb them.

It seems that only monsters can quickly absorb and digest monsters after eating them, and other creatures have varying degrees of inadaptability to them.

Just like Van Helsing, a vampire grand duke, after eating a monster, it takes an ordinary person to digest a meal to digest the monster, so he hasn't finished eating the bone kun until now, because he has to digest it slowly.

The demihumans seem to have very similar attributes to monsters. They can eat monsters normally, and they can also absorb the magic power of monsters to make themselves stronger. Although it is a bit slow, it often takes a week to digest the monsters they ate a week ago.

Finally, there are Faust mainlanders. They eat monsters to fill their stomachs, but they don’t get any special benefits at all. They even fart "magic power" because they can't digest the magic power contained in monsters. It accumulates in the digestive system, if it is not released, there will be more or less flatulence and stomach pain.

Knowing from Katyusha that Van Helsing's stomach is full because he ate too much broth slime, Annie felt helpless.

"Fan Helsing, don't eat too many soup slimes in the future, their magic power is useless to you at all, and the configuration of the 'digestion potion' is very difficult, if it is wasted because of this, even I will feel distressed of……"