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Chapter 6 The Sad Backstab of the Starving Ghost(2/2)

He turned his gaze back to Luo Yan, who was climbing up from the ground.

"Who is your teacher?"

Luo Yan was stunned.

"I don't know who the teacher is. Anyway, all my abilities are taught by the teacher."

Earl of Phellas took a deep breath.

He didn't hold back just now.

For a proud vampire count, it is impossible to hold back, no matter how weak the enemy you face is.

Usually, even when he kills mosquitoes, he has to release the terrible blood magic to turn the mosquitoes into ashes...

Because, if underestimating the enemy leads to failure in action, it would be quite embarrassing.

"Your teacher is very powerful."

Phelas said lightly.

In fact, his heart was far less peaceful than his appearance.

"The ancestor is here! What level does this guy have? Isn't it a lord-level boss?!"

Earl of Phellas thought nervously.

"Ahem."

He coughed twice.

"Since you learn from your teacher, then, I think I can trust you for the time being. Come on, doctor, treat me."

As he said that, Earl Ferras sat calmly on the chair.

Luo Yan pushed the gold-rimmed glasses, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
Chapter completed!
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