The butler knelt there, bloodshot from the corners of his eyes and blood spilling from his ears.

The butler's face was like a mask, and he was still so gentle.

His second life was given by Past, and he lived only for Past.

It's not about love, it's just about repaying the favor.

Paster saw the paper on the table, it was a contract, which the butler had signed with the other party on his own initiative.

"Ryan, you've trespassed." Pastor's face froze.

Ryan, the butler, didn't respond, he knew he had trespassed, but he didn't regret it, even if it was at the hands of Paster today.

The election of the Blood King is approaching, and drinking artificial blood all the time is useless for the Blood Clan except to wrap their stomachs.

And if you drink human blood, the strength of the blood clan will increase, and if you have better blood, the ability will increase even faster.

As long as the ability is improved, there will naturally be blood clans surrounding Past, his master.

And he learned that Isha was special, and he didn't know if Isha's blood was good enough, but her abnormality as a child was a hint.

Even if it was a slim hope, Ryan did it.

He disdains human selfishness, such as Thomson.

Even if he was once a human he now despised.

"You know it's ...... for you to compete for the Blood King position," Ryan was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Paster completely let go of the blood suppression and pressed it all on Ryan.

Ryan, who was kneeling, lay directly on the ground, his five holes were bloody, and his gentle face was hideous, like a demon.

"I don't need to, you shouldn't make decisions for me on your own." Paster passed by him, no expression on his face.

Ryan couldn't get up for a while.

The shiver from the veins remains.

Ryan stood up tremblingly, wiped the blood from his fingers, and then twisted the contract, the thin paper with strange veins, elegant and a little bloody.

Of course he wasn't going to give up just like that, and Thomson told him that Isha had escaped.

This man is a piece of rubbish.

None of this can be done.

Now that the money has been spent, of course he can't give it to the Thomson family for nothing.

Isa......

And Isa, who was still thinking about her body, shuddered.

I always feel a little cool.

She wondered, is it almost autumn?

And Chris's castle has an uninvited guest - Vecillid.

Chris always felt that Veced had an inexplicable hostility towards him, for example, now, the fork in Viced's hand almost pierced his hand!

"What do you mean?" Chris confronted him directly, "When have I offended you?" Don't go too far! ”

If it weren't for Daisy's concern for this man, he wouldn't have put up with him.

What a step in the eye!

How could Daisy like such a man!

Vecille's face was calm, and he looked at the grumpy Chris with some innocence, "I was just careless, and besides, why don't you take some of your hands back?" "Isn't it just a call for someone to beat you when your hand is stretched out so long?

Lin Duan saw that the two of them were about to quarrel again, biting his blood bag and putting some distance between them to make room for them.

What is noisy, you have the ability to fight.

What to do, do it!

But in the end, it didn't work out as she wished.

The two men turned their heads and saw Lin Duan, who was biting the blood bag and watching with interest, and began to turn off the fire.

Vicid looked at the blood bag in her hand, and then moved to her lips, the magnificent red, which matched the blood bag she was holding.

His heart moved.

He felt that at this moment, he wanted to kiss those lips.

Maybe it was Wei Xide's gaze that burned a little, and Lin Duan gave him a questioning look.

Vecille's pupils darkened.

Lower Chris already knew that Wei Xid was a half-blood, and he didn't remind Lin to avoid his biting blood bag.

Lin Duan looked at the two of them, and then stretched out his index finger and hooked it at Wei Xide.

Vicille's dark green eyes twitched, and then walked over.

Lin Duan whispered to him, "Don't bully Chris, he is now my ration supplier." ”

Wei Xide looked at her and slowly responded: "I can also give it to you, you can drink mine." ”

Lin Duan raised his eyebrows, "Isn't yours mine?" Why do I let other people's don't want it, but drink my own? ”

"After all—someone else's is always more fragrant."

Wei Xide cared about her second sentence, and was not entangled at home, and the finger in my palm tightened a little to agree.

And no matter how small their voices were, Chris heard it, and it was heard clearly!

What do you mean by whispering?

Then it was a little sad.

Chris felt like his heart had been punctured by Daisy.

It turned out that in Daisy's eyes, he was just an unrelated person who provided free rations.

It's also so sad.

It was infuriating, and that anger was transferred to Vecille.

Looking at Vecid, it's like watching a devil who bewitches Daisy.

Daisy is a generation of blood, and he has told his family.

His father had met Daisy, of course, when he didn't know it.

Oh, and he wasn't very happy to think of it.

It's a terrible feeling of not being involved.

Veced felt Chris's gaze, but didn't care, he gave him a look back, and the two of them collided with a spark in the air, which was quickly extinguished in the air.

Lin Duan was a little speechless.

That's all for it, and I haven't had a fight yet.

What a good temper.

As the days passed, the name of the second-generation blood clan surrounded by Omega spread, and many people had contact with this second-generation, and many people were like that.

After all, the purity of the bloodline inherently makes ordinary bloodlines submit.

But all this was broken by the monthly ration checklist.

The old blood clan who received the news felt the blood clan holy land, and this time even two of the old guys of the third generation came.

They are already a little old, but the power on their bodies is still strong, and at least the fourth and fifth generations can only respectfully let them sit in the first place.

"You say there is a generation of bloodlines? What's her name? Three generations asked them with gray hair.

Five generations of people were silent, and in the end, four generations of people came forward, "That's right, her name is Daisy Field, has Elder Cary ever heard of that name?" ”

After the Holy War, there are too many dead bloods in the statistics, and there are always omissions.

And many even crumbled into powder, and it is not known who is whom.

But the field family is famous.

Powerful and elegant, they were once the most powerful blood clan of a generation, and the closest to their first ancestors.

Their strength is not comparable to what they are now, but it is also these powerful people who died in the holy war.

Daisy Field...... Daisy...... "Elder Cary pondered, searching for the name in his long memories, and the Bloods in the Holy Land were quiet and didn't disturb his recollection.

After a while, Elder Cary paused, "Daisy Field is from the Field family, and her parents are ......"