Chapter 170: Vampire Rebecca

Joan stood on the last step in front of the auditorium, staring blankly at the girl's satiny white hair and snake-like dancing white hair, inexplicably heartbeat.
The eyeball behind the neck opened automatically, accompanied by a sharp pulse of his heartbeat.
For the first time in his life, Joan felt such a feeling. He vaguely felt that there was a mysterious connection between the deformed eyeball behind his neck and the girl’s strange long hair, which seemed to have the same characteristics.
He didn't know why there was such a hunch, and now he had no time to think about it. He rushed towards Thomas, ran out and drew his dagger at the waist, and slashed his sword towards the white hair that entangled Thomas.
The moment the electro-optical blade cuts the hair, a strong force kicks back, and Joan's wrists numb, almost unable to hold the dagger.
Qiao An stumbled back two steps to barely stand firm, and found that he had used his full strength to cut only a few white hairs of the girl, and the hair fell to the ground and still twisted.
At the same time, more hair strands still tightened on Thomas' neck, and he didn't want to help him out of his sleep any longer, and he would suffocate and die soon.
In desperation, Joan had to shout at the white-haired girl who was still at a loss: "Sorry!"
"Hey?" The girl was like a frightened bird, turning her head timidly to look at him, confused.
Joan didn't explain any more. He held the dagger in his backhand and used the handle of the dagger to sight the girl's back.
With a mumble, the girl groaned with her head in her hands.
Seeing that she hadn't passed out yet, Joan gritted her teeth, hardened her heart and tapped her on her forehead!
The girl screamed in pain.
The crowd watching was also exclaimed, and could not believe his eyes.
Joan threw down the unused dagger, looked around, and found a loose stone beside the flower bed. He flew over immediately, holding the stone in his hands, holding it high, exclaiming in unison with the onlookers In the middle, struggling to hit the girl's head!
boom! There was another thunderous muffled noise, and the white-haired girl's forehead burst into blood.
She slowly raised her head, and finally looked at Joan with a look of intertwined fear and pleading, then her eyes rolled up, collapsed to the ground, and passed out.
When the girl lost consciousness, her white hair seemed to lose support as well, and she fell down.
Thomas finally got rid of the white hair strangling, coughing violently with his hands clasped, and his neck was surrounded by dense blood stains.
Throwing away the blood-stained stones, Joan was about to breathe a sigh of relief. The white hair scattered on the shoulders of the comatose girl suddenly lifted up on her own, like a Wan Daoli arrow shot at him.
Joan hurriedly raised his hand to block.
The slender hair turned hard and sharp like a steel needle, pierced into the sleeve and plunged deep into his arm. What was more terrifying than the pain was that these strange hairs even sucked blood-sucking him greedily through the wound The blood of the original silver-white hair turned red slightly from the hair, and the blood color quickly spread towards the root of the hair.
The pain and shock caused Joan to stagnate, until there was a rapid chanting behind him, strong magical fluctuations from far and near, through his body to the strange hair that was madly drilling into him, and these The blood-sucking monsters all shook off Joan's skin, retracting like an electric shock.
Joan breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at the life-saving benefactor who pulled himself from the edge of death.
"Master Rolls... Did you save me just now?"
Robert Rawls didn't have the usual smile on his face, and whispered to Joan: "Now it's not time to say this, don't get close to the dangerous girl."
Joan nodded and retreated behind Master Rolls, staring at the still-unconscious girl in the seminary, wondering how to end the farce.
Joan’s encounter just sounded an alarm for the onlookers. Now everyone knows that although the girl has lost consciousness, her white hair is guarding her like a faithful hound, including Master Rolls, no one dares to take it easy. Get close to her.
The suffocating atmosphere lasted for about five minutes, and an old lady with gray hair wearing a black nun uniform came in a hurry.
Master Rawls was obviously relieved and quickly stepped forward to say hello: "Ma'am, Claire, you are finally here!"
"Who is that old lady?" Joan whispered to Thomas.
"The current dean of Leiden College Theological Branch, Grandma Claire, is said to be a grumpy old lady." Thomas stroked his bruised neck and said bitterly, "I blame me for not being good, having made a big disaster, not only lost myself After killing you, you're even tired of you..."
Joan waved his hand, beckoning him to say nothing of it, and to see how Grandma Claire dealt with the dangerous long hair of the unconscious girl.
Under the watchful eye of Joan, Thomas, and all the onlookers, Grandma Claire walked solemnly towards the girl who fainted in the center of the square, chanting prayers praising a god.
When she approached the girl, the other party's silver hair fluttered up again.
Grandma Claire lifted her left arm to cover her long hair, and suddenly accelerated her pace to the girl's heel, gently patting her back with her right palm, and a golden radiance filled with divine energy burst out of her palm and poured into the girl's body.
The white hair that was tightly winding around Claire’s left arm, like an electric shock, quickly retracted, attached to the girl, and gradually lost vitality as the divine magic took effect, an inch of silver faded away and became full again. Black hair.
"It's okay." Grandma Claire removed her palm and smiled relievedly.
Joan didn't know much about magic, and he couldn't see what magic that Grandma Claire had just performed.
Fortunately, there were several seminary students in the crowd behind him, and Joan listened to their discussion, and learned that Claire’s magical deception against the strange long hair was called
counter evil
, which was a special purpose for lifting the curse and dispelling. A five-point magic technique of possessing evil spirits.
Joan also heard that the white-haired girl named Rebecca was a disciple who was enrolled by Grandma Claire this year. It was called the "genius girl" unparalleled since Leiden College was founded. At the age of three, he had 5 pastor levels as soon as he entered school, and jumped directly to the fifth grade.
With Rebecca's ability, there is no need to attend Leiden College at all. As long as she is willing, she can always get a recommendation letter from Mr. President to go to Meadgard University Theological Seminary. The reason why the "genius girl" chose to stay at Leiden College is mainly because she is too young, and I heard that her health is not very good, and the family is not worried that she will go to study abroad...
Just as Joan focused on listening to the Rebecca guys talking about the seminary, Thomas pulled his sleeve and squinted at him, as if to suggest something.
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