The feeling of losing control on his arms has disappeared, and Prince Connord also put away his blood clan's fighting form and restored his original graceful demeanor. Although Prince Connor does not look different now, his heart is like a storm of waves and no longer calm.

"Earl of Delala, Viscount Moore Fistia, and Catherine." Prince Connard suddenly named one by one.

"Yes, Father (His Prince)." The three blood clans stood up in surprise and saluted Prince Connord respectfully. Such a title means that the words or orders that Prince Connord said must be very important and there should be no mistake, and there should be no doubt at all.

"A word of what happened just now is allowed to be revealed, do you understand?" The red light flashed in Prince Connord's eyes, and a faint but absolutely unquestionable voice sounded.

"Abide by the order!" The three blood clans looked at each other and saw the same suspicion in the eyes of each other, but even so, they did not hesitate at Prince Connor's order.

"Moore." Prince Connard called.

"Yes, Prince!" Moore raised his right hand slightly and placed it between his abdomen and bowed to Prince Connard.

"You follow Dracula in the future, don't let me down, do you understand?" Prince Connard raised his eyelids slightly.

"Yes! Your order is my wish." Moore's face was filled with excitement. He understood very well what Prince Connor's order meant. Letting himself follow Count Dracula means that he will be taken care of and trained by the Prince as a confidant of Prince Connor. This is the supreme glory and opportunity for him. Satan, my Lord, am I really dreaming? Prince Connor's confidant, a confidant of the prince... Moore felt a dazed feeling, and his feet were even more like stepping on cotton, and he felt a floating feeling. This happiness really came too suddenly.

Ignoring the floating Moore, Connor began to sort out his feelings just now after giving the ban.

He couldn't help but touch his arm. The feeling of his power was still vivid in his mind just now, and Prince Connor could clearly feel it. Before that, he was under the seemingly inconspicuous small needles in Jian'er's hand. The power bursting out from his arm made him extremely shocked.

The blood in his arms was boiling like burning. Although the power was not under his control, Prince Connor could still feel that the power in his arms was completely and completely stimulated without any reservation. Such a thorough burst of power was never felt even when he used the ancient blood clan magic unique to the blood clan. And there was another point, except for the uncontrollableness of his son before, Prince Connor did not feel anything wrong with his arm now. After such powerful force was completely bursting, there was no sequelae... This is really, incredible!

Thinking of this, Prince Connor couldn't help but touch his arm again, and then looked at the silver needles in Jian'er's hand with an unspeakable look. What if these needles were not just pierced on his arm? What if it filled his whole body? Will all the blood in his body be as boiling as his arm just now?

If he could master this way to completely "burn" his blood and be able to control this power, would his strength leap to the next level, break through the current realm, and become the emperor of the blood clan? Prince Connor didn't know, but this did not hinder his excitement at this moment.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with your Excellency Prince?" Jian'er moved her body uneasy, and was stared at by Prince Connor with a hungry ghost who had not been touched with meat for eight hundred years, with the Man Han chess in front of him. Jian'er was simply awkward.

"Ah?" Prince Connor's eyes cleared and he woke up. He asked this person here not to help him improve his strength, but to ask her to save Catherine. Although the great increase in power had an extraordinary temptation for Prince Connor, he knew that unless Jian'er was willing to help, he would have no choice but to use Jian'er.

Not to mention the terrible thunder emperor who looked next to her who looked like he could protect this one as his eyeballs. Even the two men who were following her were unknown, but they could tell at a glance that Prince Connor could not guarantee that he could beat him. So, just think about some things, but he really dared not. Especially now, the most important thing is Catherine's body.

"I think I have fully understood the extraordinary medical skills. I apologize to you for my self-righteous disrespect just now." Prince Connard owed and said solemnly. "I don't know how you need me to cooperate with your experiment, please make it clear."

At this moment, Prince Connard no longer dared to underestimate the small needles in Jian'er's hand. At the same time, he was secretly glad that he had not acted too rudely before, such a magical magic (Jian'er: We are medical skills, authentic medical skills in Z Country! Not magic!). Compared with Taoist Master Qingyun before, think about the current Song Dynasty. As expected, the East, especially the practitioners in Z Country, are too mysterious and powerful.

However... Prince Connor could not control his excitement. Maybe his children would be saved this time. The first pure blood in their blood clan in a thousand years is about to be born! Because of his previous experience, Prince Connor now has an ordinary trust and confidence in Jane.

Looking at Prince Connor's appearance, Jian'er felt a little embarrassed because she didn't hold back much. In fact, Jian'er's arrival also had a sense of revenge. Who made her unhappy with the attitude towards Dr. Z's acupuncture performance made her feel unhappy. However, Prince Connor's performance now makes Jian'er look a little petty.

Touching his nose and coughing slightly, Jian'er said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I was a little rude just now, but only in this way can you have a more intuitive feeling about my acupuncture, right?"

"Okay, then, Prince Connard, we officially start now?" Jian'er raised her hand and raised the silver needle in her hand.
Chapter completed!