An Yang couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this, [I don't want to do this kind of thing, but I want to eat......]

As soon as the words fell, a fragrant smell wafted from not far away, and An Yang involuntarily swallowed his saliva, [It seems to be the smell of blood......]

She flew silently across the forest, and at a glance in the lush grass, she saw the blood bags that had been placed.

The fresh color was like a crystal clear ruby, and the blood in her body cried to get closer.

[System: Host, no! Tasia doesn't drink the blood of anyone other than Saville. 】

[Anyang: No, no, no, this is Saville's territory, everything is Sawell's, so is blood!] 】

[System: ???? 】

An Yang rolled his eyes mischievously, and muttered greedily: "How could someone drop the blood bag here, could it be that Lord Savier lost it." ”

She looked around curiously, and leaned over on tiptoe like a thief.

The blood bag with temperature gives off an attractive aroma. Although it didn't smell as good as Savier's, Anyang's internal organs were already gurgling.

"I don't know what blood tastes like, I'll taste it," An Yang said thoughtfully, making enough foreshadowing for not OOC, and took a bite of it.

The freshness of mint was completely different from the taste of Savier, and Anyang squinted her eyes in satisfaction, and could clearly feel that the flowing blood spread to all corners of her body, just like soaking her cold body in warm spring water, and every cell in her skin breathed happily.

However, the wonderful time is always very short, only half of the drink, a familiar paralyzing feeling flowed up from the soles of his feet, the light and shadow in front of Anyang's eyes flickered, and the whole person fainted to the ground.

The earthy aroma that flows between the noses is gradually replaced by a rich spice. The soft goose feather futon gently wrapped her up. There seemed to be a bonfire not far away, and the flames crackled and jumped. It's all so familiar, it seems to have made her go back to her former home.

"I left the angel's feather and let it fall into the mud of the mortal world. In the brilliant spring sunshine, it turned into smoke and dust, and I will always be wrong......"

Savier's elegant tone, like a slowly flowing ballad, reads out his own poems.

An Yang twisted his body comfortably, his eyes bent warmly, "Brother......"

Four years later, she actually forgot that Sawell used to have such a gentle side. Before she became a vampire, he was the best brother in the world......

"The little beauty used to like to play this set, my brother will come to ...... now"

The unfamiliar tone completely interrupted An Yang's dream, she frowned and opened her eyes, seeing a completely unfamiliar face, "Who are you!" ”

Duke Manster didn't expect Anyang to wake up suddenly, he took two steps back in horror, and the place that was originally in high spirits immediately fell silent.

Passing by the Winged Castle by one occasion, he spotted this terrifying vampire. They are not taboo for men and women in high society, and there are even more daring people who play a game of kidnapping vampires in pursuit of excitement, and he is among them.

After wandering outside the castle for days, he finally found the vampire. Blood bags of such characteristics have an inexplicable attraction to vampires, and he has successfully played with a lot, but An Yang is the only one who woke up early......