She wants to buy beauty medicine, and you turn her into a succubus?

Chapter 24: Emperor Nightclub
Inside the villa.

Li Yang played with the membership card in his hand.

This card was created by Yaoling using the black magic of the [Black Witch] in one day.

The card is all black.

The card features three demons wearing black robes and wide hoods.

The demon in the middle is plump and attractive, and it is obvious that she is a female.

The three demons represent the crow, the black dog, and the bell.

The three demons are holding a skull, which represents Li Yang.

The card says [Low·Shadow Fiend], which means a low-level member, Shadow Fiend.

This card belongs to Zhu Dajun.

Of course, the patterns and words above can only be seen by creatures with extraordinary powers.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just an ordinary black card made of unknown material.

The bell in front of the desk gulped down a sip of milk tea and looked at Li Yang pitifully:

"Li Yang, I've finished one, can I watch the cartoon?"

Li Yang glanced at her:
"Jiraiya..."

Ring the bell and cover your ears quickly:

"Don't spoil the plot. I'll do it. Can't I finish it?"

Li Yang looked outside the door and saw a man standing there.

It’s Du Yangming.

Li Yang pointed to the sofa next to him:

"sit."

Du Yangming sat down uncomfortably.

He lowered his head, not daring to look around.

From the time he entered the villa until now, he felt like he had entered another world.

A strange crow, a black dog, and a mysterious girl.

The man sitting on the sofa exuded an oppressive power.

The black cards in his hand were also so unusual.

This is an extraordinary world, a world beyond the ordinary material level.

Du Yangming could feel that the young man fiddling with the black cards on the sofa was the Grim Reaper today.

Li Yang frowned and said:
"Why haven't you recovered from your injuries yet?"

Vampires can recover quickly in the dark no matter how serious their injuries are.

Du Yangming was obviously still seriously injured.

Du Yangming did not dare to look up, and said respectfully:
“I can control my recovery speed, but I’m afraid if I recover too quickly, people will notice something’s wrong.

Besides, these injuries are no big deal to me right now.”

Li Yang nodded.

Du Yangming glanced at Li Yang cautiously, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand.

The nails grew instantly, shining with a dangerous luster.

Du Yangming asked with a complicated expression:

"Master...what is my current situation?
Why did you grant me this power and give me a new life? "

Li Yang said:
"You don't need to call me Master, just call me Sir."

Du Yangming nodded seriously:

"Yes, sir."

Li Yang said slowly:

“You should know clearly what you are now.

Just think of me as being soft-hearted for the moment and not wanting to take your soul away.

Likewise, I just needed someone to help me with something.

From now on, you are my apostle."

Du Yangming opened his mouth slightly, feeling horrified.

apostle?

The Apostle of the Grim Reaper?
Yes, vampires are the favorites of the god of death, and can be called the followers of the god of death.

Have I become the messenger of death?

Serve... A God!

Surprise, fear, panic, and a variety of other feelings mixed together and inexplicably formed an emotion called glory.

Du Yangming said firmly:

"Sir, whatever you need me to do, I will do it."

Li Yang held the membership card between his index and middle fingers and flicked it lightly. Du Yangming quickly caught it with both hands. Li Yang's indifferent voice sounded:
"Give this card to its owner first."

. . . . . .

Emperor Nightclub.

The Emperor Nightclub is the most lively late at night.

To discuss cooperation, celebrate success, and build relationships, Dihao Nightclub is the best choice and the best sincerity.

Various luxury cars were parked at the door, and the guests entering and leaving the Emperor Nightclub were dressed in fancy clothes.

Those who can consume here are at least middle class.

The doorman greeted and saw off the guests respectfully.

A strange man alerted the doorman.

The strange man was wearing a black raincoat, wrapping his body tightly, and walked towards the door with steady steps.

This doesn't seem like a consumption situation.

The doorman whispered a few words into the headset work channel and greeted him with a professional smile:
"Sir, welcome to the Emperor Nightclub. Are you here to look for someone or..."

Halfway through his words, the doorman saw what the man looked like under the hood of his raincoat and was stunned.

The weirdo had a bandage wrapped around his face, covering most of his face, leaving only his mouth, eyes, and part of his cheek skin exposed.

He is Du Yangming.

Du Yangming said in a low voice:

"Find someone."

The doorman swallowed.

He had seen the desperate criminals in the dark corners of the Emperor nightclub.

This person has a very cold aura, even more creepy than those desperadoes.

It turns out he is here to mess things up!
At this time, the voice of Mad Wolf sounded in the doorman's headphones:
"Take him to the eighth floor."

There was a flash of horror in the doorman's eyes. He did not dare to delay and quickly welcomed Du Yangming into the nightclub.

Arrived at the eighth floor of the Emperor Nightclub.

The doorman was not qualified to step into the corridor on the eighth floor, so he kept his head down and didn't even dare to take a look.

If he saw something he shouldn't have, he would be dead.

The eighth floor is decorated even more luxuriously, and in the eyes of ordinary people it is a paradise.

Standing on both sides of the corridor were princesses who looked and behaved like stars.

Wearing high heels, she stood meticulously in standard etiquette posture.

A beautiful woman in professional attire bowed respectfully to Du Yangming, twisted her waist, and led Du Yangming to private room 888.

When Du Yangming passed by, two rows of princesses bowed and saluted with sweet voices.

For the first time, he knew that there was such a place in the world.

The boss here is definitely a big shot that I have to look up to.

To be precise, he was the big shot that my former self used to look up to.

Now, I am the messenger of death!
Du Yangming raised his head and looked at the waitress who was leading the way in front of him.

Perhaps, even this waitress was superior to myself a day ago.

Suddenly, Du Yangming was attracted by the waitress's white neck.

Very white and tender.

He swallowed.

I don’t know how delicious it will be when I take a bite of it.

Du Yangming was shocked by his own thoughts.

He is a vampire and he wants to suck blood, but he doesn't want to hurt innocent people.

Finally we arrived at room 888. The waitress opened the door and said respectfully:
"Mr. Zhu, the distinguished guest has arrived."

A hearty laugh rang out in the private room:

"Hahahahaha, please come in!"

Zhu Dajun immediately stood up from the sofa, and the moment he looked carefully at Du Yangming, his pupils shrank.

There is no shadow on this person.

He is not human.

Zhu Dajun quickly concealed his inner surprise, went over to him enthusiastically, and took the initiative to extend both hands to shake hands, with a very humble attitude:
"I was afraid of causing you unnecessary trouble, so I didn't come to greet you in person. I'm really sorry!
Please take a seat! I will drink three cups as punishment!"

A flash of horror flashed across the waitress's eyes.

Looking at the entire South China Sea, who is qualified to make President Zhu lower his posture like this?
She bowed respectfully and left carefully.

Du Yangming looked at the waitress's neck again reluctantly and swallowed.

He was hungry, an irrepressible hunger was eating him up.

Zhu Dajun had a meaningful look in his eyes and quietly tapped his earphones.

(End of this chapter)