He said this as if it was His Royal Highness the Prince of Austin who gave birth to the child.

Austin's eyes darkened.

staring at the cheerful little figure who took his sister-in-law and nephew to visit everywhere.

In the noble burgundy eyes, there was a light in the eyes, and the corners of her lips curved slightly: "She is still young." ”

Oh my!

Walsall immediately clasped his hands together.

"Dear Lord, please let my cousin always be a happy little girl, and never grow up!"

Never be eaten by His Royal Highness the Prince!

Austin......

Walshar never entered the castle to see his cousin again.

Time passed, until his short life as a human being returned to the long river of history, and Ah Chan went to bid him farewell.

"Cousin, you're still so good-looking."

Walsall slowly closed his eyes with a kind smile on his face.

--

In just a few decades, the human race is really insignificant to the blood clan that is almost immortal.

Time will not change the appearance of the bloodline.

Until eternity.

--

--

“… Just like the extinction of the dinosaurs, the blood clan finally ushered in the extinction in the eternal river of time. ”

Museum.

at the auction.

The auctioneer was full of emotion.

"His Royal Highness Austin, the first prince, and his lover, hand in hand to return to the long river."

"Their dearest relative, the Knight Walso, made a portrait of them after returning from the Night Castle."

"This..."

The auctioneer, with his white gloved palm, pointed admiringly and respectfully to the glass case covered with red silk on the table.

As soon as the red silk is removed.

There was a stunning gasp from the audience.

So beautiful.

The man in the painting has a perfectly charming face.

Abnormally fair skin, deep eyebrows and eyes, and waist-length black hair.

It looks like a cold and ascetic night elf in the western forest.

The auctioneer didn't even notice that his voice was quiet.

"This is the beautiful His Royal Highness Prince Austin."

"It's just a pity that Her Highness's beloved lover, her portrait has been lost and has not yet been found."

"Okay guys, now the auction begins."

"The only surviving portrait of His Royal Highness Prince Austin, the reserve price is 10 million, and the asking price is 1 million plus..."

"One hundred million."

An indifferent and deep voice came from the last row.

The auctioneer's feet softened, obviously.

Which big guy, this is a lore, and he doesn't give anyone a chance?

Those who were about to raise their hands to shout, but before they could speak, were shocked and stunned to follow the voice.

See the last row.

The shadow of the light shrouded a man with a powerful aura.

Everyone was stunned, Fu Qiye?

Indeed, it is impossible for anyone to bid for this young richest man in the empire.

--

The museum sent someone to wrap the portrait and personally sent it to Fu Qiye's house.

The man was slender and leaned back on the sofa slightly tiredly.

Deep eyes are lightly closed.

The bony and white fingertips gently pinched the center of the eyebrows.

"Seventh Master, why don't you seem to be happy?" Assistant Wu asked cautiously.

The Seventh Master has been searching for the portrait of the legendary first blood prince and his beloved lover.

I finally found one and successfully photographed it back.

Why hasn't the seventh master's mood improved at all?

The man didn't know what to think, and his engraved face was calm and cold.

The thin lips are slightly pursed.

The deep voice seems to have traced the long river of history for thousands of years, tired and nostalgic.

"Is there any news about her portrait?"