However, probably out of interest, the prince did not kill the weak and helpless boy, but brought him to him as a righteous son.

Of course, this also includes transforming Silvio into a bloodline like himself.

His parents were killed by the enemy, and he had to confess that he was a thief as his father.

Silvio didn't grow into a psychopath, so he had to say that he was lucky.

He was stereotyped as an adult and never grew old.

The beautiful and delicate silver-haired boy was the first to be coaxed by many blood clans, and only by relying on the prestige of his adoptive father could he barely escape these clutches.

How ironic?

He simply wore a mask all the time, kept his light and kept it hidden.

When he sat on the supreme throne with his hands stained with blood, everyone realized that this poor little milk dog had grown into a fierce lone wolf.

The new king took office and dealt with a large number of old kings' old subordinates with great vigor.

He was in power, but he still didn't take off the mask.

He rules the Bloodlines and makes a pact with the humans.

Humans are required to pay tribute to the Blood Servants every five years, and the Blood Clan will remain hidden in the world and will no longer kill humans indiscriminately.

The parties do not interfere with each other.

Silvio lived in this world for another thousand years, and finally chose to sleep in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

No one saw him again.

There are also different opinions in the blood clan about the reason for his sleep.

Some say that it is because of the weakness of energy caused by not sucking human blood for many years.

Some say that it was because the prince felt that life was boring, so he simply slept underground, just to wait for someone destined to wake him up......

Ye Sheng was a little silent after reading the information, and broke the silence suddenly: "Did you wake up after the fragments?" ”

"Nope."

How could there be?

The girl lowered her eyes, her dark pupils not knowing what she was thinking.

When Ye Sheng went out, he saw a noble man sitting on the sofa playing a game of chess alone, and his gestures were like a classical medieval oil painting.

The man in the painting raised his head, his eyes bewitching and mysterious under the mask, and his pupils became deeper and deeper when he saw the girl's steam-smoked pink cheeks.

The Adam's apple rolled, and the deep voice was hoarse: "Come here." ”

Ye Sheng walked over, was pulled into the man's arms and sat down, the sweet taste mixed with the aroma of shower gel, like a bowl full of peaches with salad dressing, stirred evenly, put into the mouth The taste buds explode sweet.

His throat seemed to be boiling in a fire, and his thin lips rubbed against the girl's neck.

Ding's happiness is 38

Ye Sheng refused a few times but couldn't dodge, pursed his lips: "Is Ian here?" ”

Silvio's body froze, his blurred eyes returned to clear, and he replied in a low voice, "Here we are." ”

"The bat...... It's gone. ”

The girl stiffened her little face and said solemnly: "Impossible, the bats have been sticking to me." ”

The man paused, a little annoyed, he knew that he shouldn't have been so interested in the girl in the first place, and he couldn't see her for a while.

"I just don't, I can't find it."

He broke the jar and broke it, anyway, even if Ye Sheng went back in person, it would be the same result.

Ye Sheng stared at the person, and his mouth opened slightly: "Then I'll raise another one." ”

“……”

The man's face darkened, and the hand around the girl's waist tightened, and the head buried in the neck was a little deeper, greedily absorbing her sweetness.

"Not really." He gritted his teeth and said, and when it was over, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, and threatened the girl viciously, "You are not allowed to raise anything else." ”