Li Meng didn't think much about it, so she closed the door and left.

And Cyril, who was sitting on the bed, had a white and tender little face, under the long and slightly curled eyelashes, his beautiful black eyes stared at the door panel motionlessly, and the small fangs at the corners of his lips also faintly popped out.

Then he glanced at the candy cube in his hand.

Laugh at.

Spicy chicken.

Then he suddenly frowned, and there was a sweet smell in the air.

Spread around the room.

He sniffed it casually, only to realize that it was the fragrance of a girl.

Stay on the quilt, the chair, the floor, and even the ...... she touches Sugar on top.

Cyril was about to throw the candy out, but he paused and then took it back.

Then he slowly opened the candy wrapper with his white and tender fingertips, and put the sugar to his lips.

A sweet scent, rich and soft, captures his discerning sense of smell.

Sure enough, something she had touched.

It has a strong sweet fragrance.

Cyril couldn't help but stick out the tip of his tongue and lick the candy cube.

Hiss –

More pungent taste than the sugar just now.

It's so irritating that my teeth hurt.

But in the pungent taste, there is the sweetness of the girl.

He frowned, but finally stuffed the sugar into his mouth and licked it.

When the sweetness is gone, just spit it out.

Then he jumped out of bed and walked forward with a cold expression.

I was about to open the door, but I found myself still holding a childish stuffed bear.

His delicate brow furrowed slightly, which ...... There is also a sweet taste.

As for Cyril Bruch, who has a penchant for sweet terminal syndrome, there are really few things that can make him feel sweet in his long life.

I want to throw it, but I can't give it up.

Cyril thought coldly, wait until there is no sweetness, and then throw it away.

Then he licked the candy in his mouth, held the stuffed bear in his arms, and walked out with a noble and indifferent face.

As soon as I reached the hallway, I heard hurried footsteps.

He looked up indifferently and saw that the Blood Clan Guards were all running.

As soon as they saw Cyril, they breathed a sigh of relief and were about to say something.

I saw a child standing in the corner of a dark corridor, holding a stuffed bear.

The elegant and beautiful young men of the blood clan frowned a little strangely.

But this strange expression was only half a second, and everyone's faces froze, and the already pale face showed a frightened expression.

Silent bloodline suppression.

Like a sharp blade, it instantly pierced through all the vampires who dared to take the liberty of observing the king.

All the blood clans bowed their heads in fear, and their bodies trembled and did not dare to speak.

Cyril, on the other hand, calmly licked the candy in his mouth, looking for a little sweetness in the stimulating taste.

Then he held the toy and walked lazily past the pile of guards.

He didn't take a few steps, as if he was thinking of something, but his immature tone carried a calming coolness to the bone.

"What's that kid's name?"

The kid?

Which child?

This has no beginning and no end, and it is confusing.

But before the absolute strength and bloodline suppression, no one had the courage to ask this sentence.

Finally, there was a vampire with a relatively high title, and he asked tremblingly, "My lord, who are you asking?" ”

Cyril didn't bother them much, but slowly stretched out his white fingertips and tugged at his loose collar.

The beautiful child, squinting slightly.

"I need a maid."

The rest of the blood clan was a little dazed, didn't they dislike the smell of others, whether it was the blood clan or humans, they were not allowed to approach?

Why do you suddenly want a maid.

But when he saw the king of the blood clan in front of him, a smile appeared on his white and cold face.

He casually licked his lips and the fangs on the side of his lips.

"Call the housekeeper in charge of the maids, and the new batch of blood slaves who have left tonight, they should be stopped in the miasma forest, and let someone lead them down the mountain."

After saying that, he lowered his eyelashes lightly and yawned a little tiredly.

The body that has been ischemic for a long time is in a state of extreme dryness.

Whether it's a physical return to childhood, or easy exhaustion is a common thing.

Soon, though, he'll be back to normal.

Because he found a sweet treat.

The sweeter it is, the more energy it should have.

Cyril licked the candy expressionlessly, and a hint of longing appeared on his cold and pale face.

As for those she wanted to save, she saved them.

As a reward for her to offer herself.

A soft smile appeared in Cyril's dark and cold eyes, and then he slowly walked away with the stuffed bear in his arms.