Chapter 230: The Bloodline Professor and the Maiden (2)
You must know that the professor is beautiful, and he is notoriously harsh.
It can almost be described as impersonal.
Let's talk about teaching holiness.
No matter how beautiful and noble the blood clan is, how can it compare to the professor?
Such ridicule is nothing short of blasphemy against the professor.
When the student finished asking, he knew that he had overstepped.
blushed and buried his head.
Waiting for trial, I don't know if I will face a credit deduction or a demerit.
I don't know.
"It doesn't matter."
The professor, who has always been unkind, slowly spit out these two words.
The student looked up in disbelief.
I almost thought that the professor on the podium was his tolerant of a large number of reborn parents.
"Academic discussion should not restrict the freedom to ask questions, even if it is to question my appearance."
Professor Austin's beautiful face is stunning, and he is unusually fair.
The thin lips with a slight powder, a slight purs, reveal the bewitchment of abstinence.
He was afraid that he didn't know what kind of shock his words set off in the spacious classroom.
Mom, today's professor is too talkative, right?
It's raining red!
Therefore, the next question, some students are even bolder.
"Why do I hear your praise for the Bloodline in the Professor's mouth?"
Although the appearance of the blood clan is stunning.
But baring its fangs on a moonlit night and sucking human blood is synonymous with ugliness and brutality.
"Humans have always thought that the Bloods are hideous and cruel when they eat."
"And yet in fact..."
"In order to sweeten the blood of the sucked, the sucker is extremely elegant and gentlemanly, and will bring the sucked ...
The ultimate pleasure is like a lover's experience..."
Young professor, this is the time to explain.
The fair face, and even the tips of the cold porcelain-like ears, quietly glowed with an undetectable crimson.
The students immediately understood what was going on in the professor's mouth, "like a lover, the ultimate pleasant experience".
Oh my God!
It's not that they have to speculate.
This is what the professor himself said.
Who can talk to Professor Austin about the world, the ultimate pleasant experience...
Oh my!
That's worth dying.
The sunlight shifts, piercing through the curtains of white lace.
On Professor Austin's fair-skinned crimson face, flickering jumped.
Professor Austin frowned slightly.
The long leg moved half a step gracefully and steadily, and coughed lightly.
In the coveted eyes of all beings, he opened his lips lightly.
"History should look at the past through an impartial lens."
"Even if the Blood Clan is the public enemy of humanity, it cannot hide the fact that they are mysterious and ancient, and they have noble bloodline."
"In the holy war a hundred years ago, the Pope sealed the most powerful prince of the blood clan at the cost of his own fall."
Professor Austin pursed his lips at this.
His eyes dimmed slightly, and he continued.
"The blood clan has been hunted down on a large scale, and the remaining blood clan is on the verge of despair, so they have to adopt a policy of escapism."
"Not revealing one's true identity, hiding in human society, and living with human beings, this is the short-lived peace that we have now."
"And since then, the Bloodline has become synonymous with ugliness and brutality in the mouths of the victors."
"Is this human narrow-mindedness? Or is it a deliberate distortion of the facts and a kind of spiritual domination over future generations? ā
"I think that's something to think about."
The professor's tone was calm, but the students' hearts were shocked.
"IāI think..."
Some students are careful to present their opinions.
"This should be the victor's order to warn future generations, after all, the Blood Clan has brought devastating wars to mankind, and no one wants future generations to be deceived by the beautiful appearance of the Blood Clan."
That's right.
Many students nodded their heads.
After all, I still tend to be a little more of my own kind.