Paris, wait for me!

I don't know what will happen to me, but as long as I have breath, I will definitely take you back.

Time seemed to go back to thirteen years ago, when the fire engulfed the place where she had lived for five years.

"Paris, my child, you have the noble blood of the Hodder royal family in your veins. "The woman in the memory, whose face was blurred, handed her over to a man with a scar on his face.

"I'm sorry, my mother can't protect you at all now, please live ......"

The man was running with her on his back in the fire, and he kept waving the spear in his hand and kept running. Run......

Later, the man who escaped with her and was seriously injured gave her to a kind couple for adoption and left.

She didn't know what was going on, and she didn't know the man's name. She only knows that her current self is called Paris.

Two tears fell from the corners of her unconscious Paris's eyes. She didn't know what was going on in the Elven royal family, but she knew that her mother was no longer there, and she no longer belonged to the Hodd royal family.

Paris never mentioned this to anyone.

Nineteen-year-old Paris met the warm-hearted Captain Jax and the warm team, but in less than three years, all this beautiful warmth was brutally destroyed to pieces in one night.

Paris thought that this was probably the fate of the weak, and she was not even qualified to resist.

When Paris woke up, she saw the elves filling the carriage. Ye Qiu on the side was still in a coma with a high fever, and there was no sign of waking up.

And she, like the imprisoned elves, sat limply in the carriage.

The servant who was driving the car cast a squinting gaze at her from time to time, and the sword-eyed and decent-looking man on the side turned to them and smiled mysteriously: "Welcome to the border of the Night Country-Fog City!"

The captives made no sound, their eyes darkened, as if they had accepted the established fact. Their food was drugged to make them weak and lose their strength.

Paris stroked Ye Qiu's filthy blue hair, and she noticed that part of Ye Qiu's forehead hair had turned white. She didn't know what the terrifying ability Ye Qiu used that night was, but that power did save her. Looking at Ye Qiu who was unconscious, Paris felt a burst of pain in her heart.

When did you fall in love with this Terran boy?

In the current situation, they are afraid that they will all be sold into slavery. But she had to find a way to keep the man in front of her alive......

I don't know how long it took, a drop of sewage dripping from the sky made Ye Qiu wake up from the endless darkness.

What greeted him was a cold, damp place. It is more appropriate to call it a dungeon than a place.

The damp and cold walls were cold to the bone, and there was only a filthy straw mat in front of them, and the faint light of the cell door and an oil lamp was shining, and the cold wind was blowing from above and down, and the dim light was crumbling. A rusty copper lock on the wooden door isolated him from the outside time.

In a room like Ye Qiu, row after row, only a faint light barely visible in the distance told him that it was the exit.

The shouting of people in the distance was getting closer, and a slightly chubby man in leather boots approached, with an ordinary scimitar stuck in the leather scabbard at his waist.

"Yo, this guy actually woke up!" The keychain on the man's body made a screeching sound, and with a "click", the door that closed Ye Qiu opened.

He stretched out his hand and hooked Ye Qiu's chin, "Yo! This thin Terran kid looks quite handsome, how does it taste like blood?"

Ye Qiu glared at him, "What are you doing!" He struggled to get up, and that's when he realized. He wore chains on both hands and feet, four elongated chains firmly nailed into the wall.

He wanted to use his strength, but he couldn't use any of it.

Suddenly, he sounded the words of the 10,000-year-old demon soul - don't use the soul power casually for the time being, it will be abolished.

The man smacked his lips, raised his eyebrows, and said, "This kid seems to be very stubborn!"

He couldn't help but press Ye Qiu to the ground and gently bit Ye Qiu's neck.

Ye Qiu warned himself over and over again in his heart - now he didn't know what the situation was here, he had no possibility of escaping now, he had to endure and find a way to live!

The cold four fangs sank into Ye Qiu's body, and a tingling soreness told Ye Qiu that this man was sucking his blood!

After a while, the man stood up with a satisfied face, "Huh! this kid's blood is really delicious!"

As he spoke, he took out another leather bag and scratched the palm of an elven old man next to him, and blood fell into the leather bag one by one.

That old man seemed to be used to this kind of life, but he just looked at the top of the prison with a numb face.

After doing this, the man walked out with a smile and locked the door.

"Remember, boy, I'll be the one in charge of collecting your blood!" A large string of keychains rattled on him, "Oh, a weak human race can have such delicious blood! ”

Everything came too fast, and Ye Qiu only felt a sharp pain in his head.

"Where is this? What the hell is going on!

The elven old man who was locked in the same cell with him couldn't help but sigh when he woke up.

"Kid, you've finally got your life back. ”

Ye Qiu's heart ached and asked, "How long have I fainted?"

"It's been seven days and one night since I saw you. The old man sighed, "You were deceived by the wicked people of the elven clan, and they captured you and sold them as blood slaves in the Night Kingdom. ”

"Blood slaves?"

The old man explained that the blood slaves were the slaves who provided blood to the blood and wolf clans.

The people of the Night Kingdom have an inexplicable thirst for blood, and that desire even exceeds the desire to pass on the ancestry. Blood sucking is regarded as a kind of enjoyment, and because it is not possible to suck blood openly, there are secretly places to capture blood slaves and sell blood, and the blood of the elves who resonate with nature is regarded as a luxury.

I heard that in this dungeon, there are not only elves, but also orcs and rare humans, and even more, dragons from the far north.

The old man asked again, "My name is Latin, what about you?"

"Ye Qiu. Ye Qiu suddenly remembered something, and said excitedly: "Paris!

"I seem to have heard her name said, it was that girl who saved your life, but she ......" Facing Ye Qiu, who was full of pain, the old man didn't know whether it was right or wrong to say this.

"This is not only a place where blood slaves are held, but also an arena called death row. The old man pointed to the dungeon, "The owner of this place, Jers, has taken a fancy to the girl named Paris at a glance. ”

I was going to throw you away like a dead man, but the girl begged Jells to save your life, so Jells left you here to your fate. Fortunately, the blood collectors here will always secretly suck some blood behind Jells's back, so they often buy some nutritional products to nourish these blood slaves, so you survived with my supplements.

Hearing this, Ye Qiu's eyes fell to the ground in the dark, he didn't protect anyone.

The old man seemed to see something, patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "Jells is a guy with a strong habit of cleanliness. ”

He had chosen an auspicious day to set his wedding to Paris on the fifteenth of the following month, and he would never touch the girl until that day. Today is September 18. ”

Ye Qiu closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing. Is there less than a month left? He clenched his fists secretly.

Paris, I'll save you!