He watched as she slowly got up and let go of his tiny body.

The girl tugged at her hood again, and her cherry-red lips sipped lightly, revealing an inconspicuous smile.

"Then I'm leaving, little Cyr."

This time she really didn't look back, and walked out step by step.

When you walk out into the sun.

She finally turned around, but saw a small soft and cute dumpling, standing at the door.

His hand rested on the side of the door, and his fingers, burned by the sun, began to turn red.

But he didn't shrink back.

Instead, he stood at the door stunned and just looked at her.

Li Meng pursed her lips and immediately turned to leave, calming her uncomfortable mood as she walked.

Alas, can't look at it.

Look again...... may be reluctant to die.

Because I always feel that he is very lonely, a little blood clan.

It never seems to grow up.

And this castle is eerie, and he probably has no friends.

That's why I'm so reluctant to give up on her.

Li Meng had all kinds of poor news about left-behind children in her head.

Suddenly, little Sil became a poor rural baby in her heart.

Thinking of the child's face is red, wearing an old cotton jacket, obediently in the bleak wind and cold snow.

Oops, it's still so cute.

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Cyril stood in the doorway, watching Li Meng turn away in his cloak.

The slender figure of the girl gradually disappeared into the corner of the corridor full of sunlight.

He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and finally stepped out, just about to go out into the sunlight and catch up.

Two dark figures, suddenly and gracefully, quickly appeared from the shadows.

It's a blood noble.

The two high-ranking nobles were dressed in black, their pale faces were without a trace of blood, their eyes were crimson, and their lips were strangely red.

They all knelt on one knee, covered their hearts with one hand, and bowed their heads to persuade them: "Lord Cyril, your current state is not suitable for exposure to the sun. ”

Cyril was already standing in the hallway sunlight.

But where he stood, the sunlight was blocked by the figures of the two nobles.

Cyril's expression faded.

He turned his head sideways, and under his thick eyelashes, there was a slight coldness in his beautiful eyes.

"Are you commanding me?"

Immature questioning.

Accompanied by the strong suppression of the bloodline that makes the high-level blood clan miserable.

The two leaders who were calling for wind and rain in the blood clan on weekdays trembled all at once.

Immediately, their voices trembled, and they were afraid, "Don't dare, Lord Cyril, we have taken the liberty of it. ”

Cyril's retinue has always been high-ranking nobles.

They are powerful, cold, and perfect.

But the Bloodline is a population that sustains everything by blood.

This is an absolute power command that has been engraved in the genes of future generations since the first bloodline.

And the more pure-blooded, the more ancient the bloodline.

The more powerful it is.

All the oldest bloodlines are asleep.

They were the youngest and only pure-blooded descendants.

It's Cyril.

Although he is the youngest, he is under the rules of the theory of blood.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is the only father of all the bloods.

No matter how powerful the blood clan is, in front of him, he can only bow down to the subordinate.

Because that's the only rule of the Bloodline.

The two blood clans who wanted to die and even wanted to lie on the ground and beg for mercy regardless of their dignity suddenly became relaxed.

Because the other party has withdrawn his strength.

Don't wait for a sigh of relief.

Cyril, who was holding the stuffed bear, had already slowly walked in front of a blood clan.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone became dangerous.

"Didn't you say that as long as the girl feels my huge wealth, strong strength, and handsome appearance, she will fall in love with me?"