As one of the only three generations of blood that remains, Prince Randster often has to face pressure from all sides to meet some legitimate demands, such as-

"Prince, for the sake of the inheritance and revitalization of the blood clan, it is time for you to consider having an heir."

Prince Randster, who was sitting in the high seat, nodded approvingly, and had been thinking about it when he went out to forage for food at night, when before he knew it, he turned into a small alley, and was forced to receive a cry that was enough to burst his eardrums, and it was full of breath and resounded in the sky.

He looked down, and thanks to his good eyesight, he could even see the look of the young man who was crying loudly, including the frowning thugs around him and the smile he showed when people were not looking.

It's kind of interesting.

He stopped, stood on the roof, listened to the thin young man's tongue shake, and in a few words he fooled the men who were much stronger than him, and showed a timid and cowardly look when they were confused, so that the possibility of him being deceived was completely denied.

Oh, what does that mean?

A tiger dressed as a pig.

Ranster waited until the thugs had left, and then jumped straight down from the roof, his wide black robe suspended on the ground, not allowing the filthy ground to touch it, and only a pale face was revealed by the candle flames and the not-so-bright moonlight in the distance.

The young man's eyes widened in shock, noticing that there was no shadow of zài behind him at all, he swallowed carefully, looked at him tremblingly, and squeezed out a smile, "What does the master command?" ”

He cleverly took the haystacks he had tied in the distance and laid them under his feet, completely separating the muddy pavement from him, which was covered with stinking water and sludge.

Randster clasped his hands in his wide black robe, looked him up and down, and spat out two words in a cold tone, "Name." ”

The boy reacted immediately, his eyes rolled as if he wanted to hide it, and after looking at him again, he gave up the idea, and said his name with a sad face, "James." ”

He slowed his tone as slowly as he could, his mind racing about what he had not yet settled, and focused on the hidden money, hoping that he would find a love in the world, lest he be snatched away by the ghost who knew his name.

Then he ignored the disdain from the noble bloodline, "What a nasty name." ”

Lancet looked at the young man who was not dissatisfied with his dislike, a satisfied smile flashed quickly on the corner of his mouth, and his mood changed a lot, "Do you want to be the greatest, wisest, and noblest creature in the world?" above the world, unbound by time......"

He said a bunch of beautiful words, and the young man who had not yet recovered from the fright of "hooking the soul" accidentally asked more, "Is there such a creature in the world?" ”

He looked at the dissatisfied Lancet after being interrupted, laughed dryly twice, and expressed the most sincere praise, "Actually, you know the nobility and wisdom of this creature, and ordinary people can't compare with you." ”

In terms of temper, it is indeed incomparable.

James silently discussed it in his heart, squeezed out a smile that couldn't be brighter, and mobilized his facial features to express his flattery.

Lancet, who was patted on the back, nodded approvingly, "Then are you willing to be the most noble bloodline?" Immortality and immortality, immortality of the soul. ”

He smiled contemptuously, his slender white fingers sticking out of the wide black robe, and the pinching between his index finger and thumb was the same as the thugs who had surrounded James just now. He casually threw the thugs to the ground, "They can bully you, but they can never bully you who have become a blood clan." ”

A few thugs on the ground were thrown to the ground in a daze, looking at the surroundings with frightened and panicked eyes, trembling and telling their fear and timidity.

James withdrew his gaze from their rest, and pondered his words earnestly.

Become a Bloodline?

He thought of his father, who had abandoned him, and of his mother, who had died of illness early due to overwhelm, of all the sorrows and pains he had experienced over the years, of the humiliation and helplessness of those who saw him as an ant......

"I'm going to be a Bloodline."

He made a decision immediately, his light brown eyes looking straight at Lenster without flinching, "But I don't want to do it now, you can wait three years and come back to me." ”

Lancet was silent, waiting for his explanation.

In the dark alley, the candle flame in the distance flickered, the moonlight in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the thin young man stood in front of the blood clan who was not much stronger than him, and clenched his weak fist with a resolute expression, "I'm only seventeen years old now, it's a waste of time to stay here, I want to be a little stronger here." ”

He looked at the thugs on the ground, "Maybe I'll be able to deal with them myself." ”

"The noble blood clan doesn't disdain bullying the weak, right?"

Lancet met his eyes and reaffirmed his gaze, "Of course. ”.

In this way, the noble Prince of the Bloodline Ranster made a reasonable request again three years later, and won more than a thousand years of silence for his ears.

And when he woke up from his slumber, his temper became more and more unpredictable, and his patience seemed to have been eaten up by a deep sleep, and there was not even a bit of scum left, and the blood clan who had been beaten to the point of being unbearable put forward a reasonable request-

"Prince, for the sake of yin and yang harmony, and for the long-term peace and stability of the blood clan, you should consider finding a partner."

Sitting in his seat irritably, he broke the blood clan below, and Prince Ranster, who was said to be the smartest fruit phone, also somewhat recognized this mentions.

But after the recognition, his mood became even more irritable, and the surrounding blood clan changed from being beaten violently if he made a mistake before, to being beaten by finding a ballast if he didn't make a mistake, the reason was so simple and crude that people couldn't look at it directly, but it was impossible to refute - after all, finding a partner is not as simple as finding an heir, and none of them can do it for them.

In the eyes of the noble, traditional, and historic Prince of Randster, the heirs are all going to open up their own new horizons when they grow up, and the partners are destined to be together for the rest of their lives.

This one-sided assault continued until the radical Bloods had once again made a moth, and upon hearing the news, the Bloods immediately slandered before Ranster, which aroused the Prince's rebellious heart, and at last marched majestically towards the trap specially arranged for him.

It's just that as soon as he left on the front foot, the group of blood clans left behind on the back foot held a big party to celebrate that he finally got rid of the fate of being beaten.

However, this fateful fate is short-lived in the end.

However, a few months later, Lancet took "the one at home" back to Rand City, and his temper evolved from "if you don't make a mistake, you will be beaten up" to "too lazy to find ballast and start fighting".

The blood clan with a face full of blood and tears finally sought the help of the protagonist of the previous reasonable request fulfilled by the prince when he couldn't bear it anymore, and under the belief that "he must not be beaten again", he found Nick's descendants hidden in the vast sea of people as quickly as possible.

After hearing that "the one at home" was sober, the blood clans of the entire Rand City breathed a sigh of relief, and called their brothers and sisters and ancestors who had taken refuge in the disaster--the house is clean, come back and eat.

For a time, the influx of Rand City was staggering, and at its most rampant, even the sky was pure black in the early morning when the sun did not rise.

Full of bloodlines flying back.

Again, however, the good times did not last long.

It was only a few days after the "family one" woke up, and Prince Rancest's face darkened again, only this time his countermeasures were changed again, he didn't move his hands or feet, he just looked at you motionless with cold eyes, and he looked at the targeted blood clan in a cold sweat.

As a result, for a few days, the appetite of the blood clan who returned to Lancet dropped dramatically, and even the fresh blood contained in the goblet could no longer lift their appetite even a little.

The blood, who was so hungry that he couldn't eat it, went to James's house again, and after drinking all the blood stored in his house under depression, he finally returned home with a shy stomach and satisfaction.

None of them forgot to turn around and say, "I'm going to talk to you tomorrow." ”

James of Alexandria spent the night in retreat, and the next morning, under the eyes of a huge panda, went to make a reasonable request to Prince Leinster.

"Prince, in order to carry on the fine traditions of the blood family, you must now have a wedding."

He accentuated the must, and got straight to Ranster's heart, and helped him tickle the most itchy part.

Prince Randster, who sat on the steps depressed, expressed his full approval, and that the mention had to be carried out in the shortest possible time.

He walked up to James, nodded with considerable satisfaction, and said in a rare compliment, "I thought you were a manufacturable material back then, and sure enough, you lived up to my expectations. ”

In order to express his strong praise, Lancet also reached out and patted him on the shoulder a few times, and went to the apse in style, ready to inform Jing Hao of the news, and even the lines he typed in his heart and read them three times.

"It's not that I'm going to marry you, it's that they all say we have to get married. After all, it's not good for you to live here like this, so I'll reluctantly help you again. ”

He kept quickening his pace, trying to take the fastest step with the most graceful pace, despite the fact that James, who was still standing in the main hall, was struggling to pull his foot into the cracks of the collapsed stone, and the look on his face accurately interpreted what it meant to cry without tears.

Prince Randster, who hurried to the apse, memorized his manuscript accurately, and looked at Jing Hao, who was still drinking bitter medicine while sitting on the bed, and couldn't help but sarcastically say again, "After all, under normal circumstances, a noble blood clan would not look at a fragile container that always wants to drink something stinky, you should feel honored." ”

Jing Hao Yu is a Chinese medicine prescribed by an old Chinese medicine doctor, and the taste when boiled is simply a great torture for the blood clan with a keen sense of smell.

But is the stinking still fragile?

Drinking the medicine until the irritable Jing Hao smiled slightly, the bowl in his hand suddenly splashed on Ranster, who was a few steps away, and the dark brown medicinal juice was dripping down from his black robe, and the pungent taste permeated his nose, several times stronger than usual.

Jing smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry my hand slipped." ”

She looked at Lancet, whose face was dark, and added, "Since I'm not fit to live here, I'll find a time to move out." ”

Ranster's face turned completely black.

Jing Hao picked up the small stove on the side and poured the remaining medicinal juice into the bowl, bringing the bowl to his mouth to block the smile.

If you don't agree to a marriage proposal, you want to say "must"?

I haven't calculated the revenge of lifting the quilt with you the night before.