Li Meng had the same jet lag, and it was difficult to sleep all day, and when the moon came up, she got up yawning and wore a skirt to work.

As he worked, he searched for Cyril's room.

Then see the right time, rush over and hug someone to chirp twice, complete the task and be kicked out.

But......

Cyril has grown virtuous.

There is not even a photo of the character information, and the description of the appearance is the abstract word that is unimaginable.

She can't just catch a vampire and kiss one.

At that time, she will go from a vicious female partner to a kissing pervert.

Thinking of this title, Li Meng silently touched the goosebumps on his hands.

Just before Li Meng was about to scratch her bald head, the housekeeper appeared.

She wore a black dress, her waist was tight, and there was no expression on her old-fashioned and pale face.

When the housekeeper saw Li Meng, her cold brows furrowed slightly, as if she couldn't understand it.

But the good quality of the maid made her not ask any questions.

Just truthfully conveyed the order from above, "Starting today, you will change your position and be promoted from a miscellaneous maid to an adult's personal maid, come with me." ”

Li Meng probably knew about the blood servant system in the Blood Clan's castle.

The sundries maid is relatively low, and is responsible for all kinds of inconsequential chores.

And the best is a private maid.

Because this kind of maid only needs to dress a nobleman exclusively.

And the salary package has also skyrocketed in all aspects.

If the status of the nobility is not low, the status of the private maid will also rise.

Li Meng felt that this position was abrupt, and asked politely, "May I ask which adult it is?" ”

The housekeeper's expression softened a little, revealing a slightly jealous look, and replied faintly, "Lord Cyril." ”

Li Meng was slightly stunned.

Cyril?

——

By the side of the cold and gorgeous coffin, a high-ranking blood clan obediently held a silver plate and stood beside it.

A glass of pale golden liquid is placed on the plate.

The Blood Clan's voice was hoarse and cold, but it was unusually deferential: "My lord, the catalytic potion you asked for has arrived. ”

The catalytic potion is made from the blood left by the ancient dragons, supplemented by various precious materials.

The ancient dragons have perished, and the blood left behind is a little less.

For the anorexic-stricken Blood, over-hunger awaits him an eternally sleeping, bone-dry appearance.

Only one Bloodline was an accident.

It is Cyril, a direct descendant of the first generation of noble blood.

His long absence from food has led to the phenomenon of revival, turning back into childhood, and even retaining some of the characteristics of the original humans.

Warm skin, black pupils, and a lot of physiological reactions in humans.

Keeping a child's appearance doesn't consume much energy, even if you don't eat.

So their king turned out to be a child.

If it weren't for the infighting of the blood clan, if it were directly hit by the Bruch clan, Lord Cyril would not have used the catalytic agent to restore his peak strength.

Then he directly cleaned up the turmoil of the thirteen clans, suppressed it with iron and blood, and deterred it by blood.

And this time, the adults specially ordered the potion.

Could it be a more powerful matter than the blood clan turmoil, and he needs to deal with it?

There have been no other major events lately.

The Blood Clan calmed down, and the Terrans were still jumping up and down except for the fearless little worm of the Holy Alliance, as if the other races had bowed down.

Just when the high-level blood clan was at a loss.

Suddenly, there was a small movement in the coffin.

He immediately lowered his head, holding the plate and not daring to make a sound.

And a soft little hand and small fingers slowly stretched out from the coffin, lightly resting on the edge of the coffin.

The child in loose pajamas, with a soft and cute face, and a little hazy water vapor in his round black eyes, got up while rubbing his eyes.

He yawned lazily, then stood up from the coffin, put his hands on the high edge of the coffin, and jumped out neatly.

See the pale golden liquid on the silver plate.

Cyril raised his hand casually, and the noble blood of the high-ranking lord immediately knelt down on one knee, allowing him to get the cup just in time.

An icy golden liquid, extremely precious.

Cyril's snow-white little face did not have a trace of distress, but slowly drank it before turning around and walking towards the house.

As he walked, his state was changing.

The soft and cute face slowly showed the appearance of growing up, the beautiful round eyes were slightly elongated, and the curvature of the evil eyetail began to appear.

Loose pajamas, getting tighter.

The nobleman with the high title did not raise his head, and still knelt on one knee respectfully.

Until there was the sound of unhurried footsteps in the room inside.

He dared to raise his head slightly.

The white moonlight entered like silk through the intricate and beautiful stone window.

The young man who had changed his clothes, his movements were elegant and gentle, and he stretched out his slender and beautiful fingers, adjusting the jewel cufflinks on his sleeves.

He walked through the moonlight, his short blond fluffy hair hanging down at will, his face was cold and pale, and his eyes were as red as roses, with a bewitching and gorgeous color.

A teenager who has returned to the top no longer has the state of a human being.

It's a complete bloodline.

The most gorgeous and powerful predator.

And the blood clan, who didn't dare to move with the plate, finally couldn't help but tremble and asked, "My lord, is there any major matter that you need to deal with recently?" ”

Otherwise, how can you suddenly return to your peak appearance.

Cyril's pretty eyes, narrowing slightly, walked over to the table, his fingers casually tapping the table.

"Things?"

He chuckled, his thin red lips baring cold fangs.

The young man's voice contained a few traces of soft hoarseness, like the strings of the dark night, trembling lightly to a beautiful rhythm.

"I'm waiting for the feast to begin, my prey should be coming.".

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a slow knock on the heavy door.