Vampire's Life Chapter 653

The middle-aged man was like the body of a rag doll, and it seemed to dissolve. The whole body was hung on Gerald’s arm and clung to it tightly.

Gerald felt bad and made a decisive decision, tearing off his entire right arm and throwing it away.

He didn’t look at the broken arm he threw into the corner, and forced his way out of the metal gate. Although this gate was much smaller than his size, it was relatively small compared to passing through in Bratislava. That box is almost as big as a basketball court, and it is very “relaxed” to squeeze.

But his body had just barely twisted and squeezed halfway, and suddenly found that his broken right arm was undergoing weird changes. The muscle fibers were shaking like countless loaches thrown ashore, and then extended and combined.

Although he was able to recover the residual limbs and repair the wound in a very short time, it was not so fast. What’s more, the “flying” muscle fibers in his hand now have a sense of withdrawal that is not under his control, just like It doesn’t belong to him at all.