Chapter 338: The Bloodthirsty Demon of the Priesthood (6)

Turning his head to look at the open window, he slammed to the side, and when he looked down, he saw An Yang's figure swaying across the mountains and forests, disappearing into the field of vision

The great panic caused him to collapse to the ground immediately, and he missed for the first time......

That vampire is really different......

An Yang had just slipped out of the Duke of Munster's castle, and when he wanted to tell the direction, a low, very familiar voice came from the side. It's just that you don't have to listen carefully to that tone, you can feel the anger hidden in it.

"Tasia, you're getting bolder."

An Yang subconsciously shuddered, and turned his head to see Savier standing under the tree, "Brother, brother, why are you ...... here?"

Savier's cold face, even if he stood still, gave people a sense of aggression and fear. Especially at this moment, his aqua blue eyes were staring straight at his face, which made An Yang feel scared from his bones.

"You drank blood," Sawell suddenly stepped forward, grabbed An Yang's elbow, and pulled the person to his side, his voice seemed to be thrown into the ice, and a terrible chill came out, "You actually slipped out to drink human blood?!" Tasia, do you know what you're doing! ”

"Brother, I didn't," An Yang immediately trembled in fright, "I picked it up, in the forest of your fiefdom...... I didn't ask for it......"

The pale and feeble defense made Savier's heart rise with anger. Counting the days, he knew that Anyang would go out to forage for food today, so he deliberately took the time to come out to look for someone, and who knew that he saw the scene of her being taken away by the Duke of Munster from afar.

She had no idea how angry he was when he stayed outside. The Duke of Munster's reputation was notoriously foul in this area, but because of the great wealth in his hands, there were still countless people who came to him to pay their lives to curry favor.

Thinking that An Yang might suffer, his chest rose and fell violently. Just as he was about to open his mouth to question, his eyes were keenly aware of the inexplicable red mark on An Yang's neck.

The shallow traces on his fair skin were like blooming blood-colored roses, and the air pressure around his body suddenly sank.

"Come back with me!"

was forcefully dragged back, and Anyang's arm was pinched painfully. She pursed her lips aggrievedly and begged for mercy, but when she looked up at Savier's gaze that swept her back, she swallowed back in fright.

She knew she was doing something wrong, but it was really hard not to suck blood. The animal's blood only temporarily made her feel no hunger, but it was accompanied by endless exhaustion. She hated the feeling of heaviness in her body, as if it was constantly reminding her that she was dead......

Being dragged back to the church from the narrow road, An Yang looked at the open corridor in front of him, and his face suddenly became ugly.

"Brother, I'm not going, I'm not going!"

A lone torch was stuck diagonally on the wall, and the depths of the oppressive space were pitch black.

"Brother, please, don't lock me up in that kind of place......"

Amid the crushing pleas for mercy, Savier opened the dungeon door with a blank face.

"Brother, I know it's wrong...... I don't like it here, I'm scared ......"

"Tasia," he stopped, his deep gaze causing Anyang to sob.

"You've let someone touch you!" The sudden increase in his tone was even sharper than before, "Because you are my sister, I have never given up trying to save you." But what are you doing now? You actually let a disgusting man like Most touch you! ”

Like an angry lion, Savier said, "You have fallen to such a state for the sake of blood." ”