Shen Meng opened her eyes, a pair of blue eyes glowing in the sun, which was not good-looking, and even made people feel some regrets and accidents, feeling that it was a pity that she couldn't see the world in her eyes.

I was just afraid that the servants next to me would lower their heads more and more when they saw Shen Meng's expression, not daring to look at Shen Meng's side.

If you really want to talk about it, Shen Meng represents the future of the blood clan, and this Damier can't afford to mess with it.

"What is Sister Demier doing now?" Shen Meng ordered the maid behind him to push him forward slowly, and came to Zhongli's side, from the moment he came in, Shen Meng smelled a strong smell of blood, this bloody smell obviously did not come from Demier, but Zhongli.

"But when I passed by, I saw a blood slave who was not pleasing to the eye, and I just wanted to teach him a good lesson, his life was like an ant, and if he died, he would be killed." Dai Mi'er looked at Shen Meng's soft and weak appearance, those blue eyes seemed to cry out at any time, and the weak vampires, who were not even as good as humans, deserved to be compared to her.

"That's it......" Shen Meng heard Dai Mi'er's words, smiled, stretched out his hand towards Zhongli, the white and tender hand was dazzling in the sun, Shen Meng couldn't see it and couldn't touch Zhongli's injury.

"Where's the injury?" Shen Meng spoke.

Zhongli probably didn't expect Shen Meng to come to ask him, because Shen Meng couldn't see anything, so he looked at the person in front of him presumptuously, with a beautiful angel-like appearance.

What about caring about him......

Just in an instant, Zhongli lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and a big hole was cut in the palm of his hand, the recovery ability of the blood clan is indeed very good, but the blood slave belongs to the children of humans and vampires, and his physique is very fragile, such an injury is a serious injury for the blood slave.

Shen Meng frowned, a little unhappy in his heart.

"What's the matter, Isa Hibe, are you distressed? Isn't it just a blood slave, or do you feel as vulnerable as him, so you empathize? Dai Mi'er sneered as Shen Meng touched Zhongli's wound, her eyes full of mockery.

Hearing this, Shen Meng sat on the chair, coughed lightly a few times, his face was flushed, he looked extremely fragile, and his blue eyes were secreting physiological tears, looking extremely pitiful, and now he pursed his lips slightly.

Dai Mier still wanted to ridicule Shen Meng, but suddenly ...... Something feels wrong.

Shen Meng, who was still very fragile when he was sitting on the chair, suddenly had a strong coercion on his body, there is a clear level of suppression among vampires, the purer the bloodline, the more ruthless the suppression, Dai Mier is a nobleman, and the bloodline is extremely pure.

But no matter how pure it is, it can't compare to Shen Meng.

"Sister Demille." Shen Meng got up from the wheelchair and touched her long golden and soft hair, there was still a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and her silent blue eyes couldn't see the expression, but inexplicably, she felt that her current appearance was extremely perverse, like a spoiled daughter.

Now, whether it is words and deeds, or the absolute suppression of blood, the faces of the people on the scene turn pale, and the lower blood clans are trembling on the ground, and the higher ones are not much better, such as Dai Mille......

The absolute suppression of her blood made her face pale, and she couldn't even speak, and a sense of fear unconsciously appeared from the bottom of her heart.

Even if the person in front of her now asked her to pierce her heart with her own hands, she might do the same.