In the study, Jue leaned lazily on the wooden chair, holding a parchment book in his palm and reading leisurely. On the desk is a glass cup containing the fresh blood that has just been delivered today.

"Continue." Jue's eyes were still on the book, and he spoke softly.

The liquid in the cup has been drunk before I know it. After waiting for a long time, I didn't see any reaction from the person next to me, and when I looked sideways, I saw her standing stupidly on the side, looking like a wooden chicken, as if she was in a fugue.

frowned, tapped his fingers on the tabletop, and in the quiet study, a knocking sound immediately sounded suddenly, and Han Qingluo came back to his senses and found that Jue was looking at her sideways, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Han Qingluo was dazed for a moment, and then suddenly opened the wine bottle in his hand and poured "wine" into the glass cup. Jue regained his gaze and drew his attention back to the book.

Just this morning, Han Qingluo became Jue's personal entourage in a daze, saying that if it sounds good, it is an entourage, and if it doesn't sound good, it is a slave.

When she was still sleepy-eyed, the leader of the Demon Party broke into her room and screamed at her to get up and serve her.

He said, "You are already my attendant, rise up and serve me!" ”

"Why you?" Han Qingluo hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he asked rhetorically, "What about Kim?" ”

"Aren't you welcoming me?" Jue narrowed his dangerous eyes, and anger had begun to accumulate in his purple-gold pupils, and Han Qingluo remembered that he was the boss of Jin, which means that he was the boss of the entire demon party, and he was the demon king of the entire castle......

"No, no!" Han Qingluo's head shook like a rattle, and immediately a carp straightened up, and said respectfully as Jin called him: "Lord Jue!" ”

"Follow me!" Glancing at her ridiculous dog-legged appearance, Jue rarely smiled, and turned around and left in a dashing manner after saying a word. Han Qingluo also immediately tidied up his appearance casually, and followed awkwardly.

As the saying goes, a big husband can bend and stretch, but he hasn't figured out what kind of temperament this vampire lord is, and he must not be impulsive, nor can he easily expose his strength.

Therefore, this is the scene in the study now - he is reading and drinking "wine" in a leisurely manner, and Han Qingluo can only stand aside in a daze like a wooden man, acting as a wine waiter who is called by him to drink.

"From now on, you will stay by my side, not an inch." Jue said casually, his slender fingers lightly resting on the corner of the page, turning slowly, and his tone was tough and could not be refused.

"Okay, Lord Jue." Han Qingluo nodded respectfully.

Then, there was a dead silence in the study, and Han Qingluo didn't dare to pant loudly, for fear of offending the boss of the demon party, what if he accidentally angered him, what if he was in a bad mood and sucked himself into a dry corpse? instantly made up all kinds of bloody scenes in his brain, and all kinds of miserable deaths......

But then again, seeing his beautiful face, it was hard for Han Qingluo to imagine that he would be very hideous and terrifying after his transformation? Just like the vampire she met the other day, with red eyes and fangs.

In front of the desk, his inky hair was pinned behind his ears casually, his slightly half-closed eyes were thick and slender eyelashes, his purple-gold pupils flickered lightly to take in the contents of the book, and his muscular hands gracefully caressed the pages......

People like to appreciate beautiful things, and what is pleasing to the eye is probably Jue is like this now, Han Qingluo, a little white in love, will of course be a nymphomaniac when he sees a handsome guy, and his brain and three views have followed Yan.

The cup that came to his lips had already bottomed out, and Jue raised his eyes again to look at Han Qingluo beside him: Why are you stunned? He frowned in displeasure, "What the hell are you thinking?" ”

"Huh?" Han Qingluo replied stupidly, came back to his senses, a layer of crimson appeared on his face, and he looked away in embarrassment as he collided with him: "It's nothing." ”

"I wouldn't mind throwing you out if you were still doing things like this, the bloods out there seem to be interested in you." He half-jokingly, a mocking look at the corners of his mouth.

Of course, Jue was just deliberately scaring her, he enjoyed the feeling of teasing and controlling humans, they looked scared and scared, like rats blocked by cats, they only trembled helplessly, unable to change their fate.

"Don't, Lord Jue, I'll change, I'll change!" Han Qingluo exclaimed, and the hideous face of the young blood clan who wanted to eat her that day immediately appeared in his mind.

Her appearance of begging for mercy was funny, which instantly satisfied Jue's desire for control, and said with satisfaction: "Very good, I hope you can always understand your situation and don't slack off!" ”

Closing the book, Jue stood up, and Han Qingluo immediately stepped forward to pull the chair behind him for him with understanding: "Please, sir!" ”

Jue didn't expect her to do this, his movements were as skillful as if he used to be a waiter, and after a moment of doubt, he nodded to her, like an elegant gentleman, he straightened his sleeves and walked towards the door. Han Qingluo naturally took a step ahead of him and opened the door.

Jue is very satisfied with this girl, it seems that she has the potential to be a servant. As everyone knows, Han Qingluo slandered him indiscriminately in his heart: the evil capitalism of all kinds, the evil force that kills a thousand knives, actually threatens pure human beings to be servants, it is simply a moral fall!

Following Jue's pace, Han Qingluo finally saw the internal structure of the castle outside the room, the building had a total of three floors, they came out of the study on the first floor, and followed the stairs all the way through the guest room on the second floor to the third floor.

"You wait here first, I'll be here later." Stopped at the staircase on the third floor, Jue asked Han Qingluo to stop.

"Don't I have to go along?" Han Qingluo was a little scared, what if he was caught and eaten during his absence?

Seeing her worries, Jue lightly said comfortingly: "Don't worry, there are generally no restless blood clans here, and the third floor is their forbidden place." ”

Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, Han Qingluo nodded helplessly, standing at the top of the stairs and watching his back disappear around the corner.

Outside the castle, bright and warm, a large area of lush greenery, beyond the city walls, is a patch of red oak forests that surround the entire castle.

At the end of the corridor on the third floor, there is a spiral staircase, and after reaching the top of the staircase, the whole environment atmosphere is instantly different, and every corner is filled with a cold atmosphere, almost no light, and it is dim.

On the third floor, there is only one corridor on this single floor, and on the walls on either side, the oil paintings look eerie in the dim reddish dim light.

"Click-click-click" footsteps echoed through the empty corridor.

A pair of black and gold soft boots stopped outside a dark mahogany door at the end of the corridor, Jue took out a key from his arms, and with a "click", the door opened with a fine dust.

"I've come to see you!" His voice was calm and gentle.

What greeted me was a large soft bed with a roof, and the pale red veil hazy the whole bed. There was a dark figure of a woman lying faintly on the bed. Heavy curtains block the sunlight from the window, making the room dark and damp.

Jue's affectionate eyes stared at the immovable black shadow on the big bed, and slowly leaned over. Lifting the thin veil of the bed, a female corpse with a terrifying face was placed on the bed, the sunken skin was black and yellow, clinging to the muscle tissue, and the texture was clear and protruding. Her withered hands rested peacefully on her abdomen, and her wrinkled face could vaguely see the beauty of her life.

This is illustrated by the painting hanging from the head of the bed, which shows a woman with a smile on her face, a graceful smile on her lips, her curly brown hair braided behind her back, and a plain long, wide-sleeved tunic skirt that accentuates her graceful figure. She sat upright in her chair with her hands folded on her lap, and next to her stood a handsome man with a smile on his face, none other than Jue himself.

Gently stroking the withered face of the female corpse, Jue remembered the one from a hundred years ago in his mind. The difference is that she was still alive at that time, and every smile attracted him all the time, and he gave her all his tenderness.

But when she accidentally learned that he was the murderer of her loved one, she stopped smiling at him. Instead, she was hostile to him, disgusted with him, and every sweet moment between the two of them, she was as if it had never happened, and she resolutely dissociated herself from him.

Initially, when he knew her identity, he wanted to tell her the truth, that it was just an accident, but a moment of hesitation cost him the opportunity, and her pre-knowledge caught him off guard, and there was no chance to explain it at all.

In this way, she kept avoiding it, he kept praying for redemption, and the explanation pale between them. In the midst of this tug, tragedy finally struck - one day, her disregard and indifference shattered the last shred of his dignity......

Then the bright red blood soaked the whole bed, dazzling like a blooming rose, she was like a sleeping princess in the rose, her beautiful face was pale, and on the side was he who was panicked after waking up, and there was still the ironic bright red on the corner of her lips, which belonged to her......

He lost his mind and brutally killed her, but he swore he didn't want to do that, he ...... I just want to punish her a little, but I don't know how deep the love is and how much I hate.

Have humans always been so unkind? There was a trace of sadness in the corners of Jue's eyes, and he was looking for a reason to comfort his mistakes.

He searched for ways to keep her body, and it was both happy and sad to see her become like this little by little with his own efforts—she was no longer the one she remembered, but a horrible, even ugly, dried corpse.

As if trying to make up for the shortcomings, Jue couldn't help but close his eyes, stretched out his hand, and swiped his fingertips across the face of the female corpse, depicting the face that was about to blur in his memory on the remaining flesh......

And the oil painting on the wall is just his obsession with this feeling.