"Remember, silver beads, you can't try human blood." The elder brother's voice echoed in Murong Yinzhu's ears, "Once you drink it for the first time, there will be a second and third time, and you can't control it anymore." Obsessed with human blood, murder becomes inevitable......"

Murong Yinzhu shook her head vigorously, wanting to look away, wanting to escape from this room full of temptation, but in fact, she was restless, and she was reluctant to leave the bright red temptation in all the pores in her eyes.

“…… Brother doesn't want to see you degenerate into a ...... who only kills people and sucks blood, and has no ego."

Murong Yinzhu suddenly closed her eyes and clenched her fists, reminding her of what her brother had said, but her sense of smell prompted her feet to move towards the copper basin one step after another.

It seems to have taken a century to finally get to the front of the copper basin.

Just once, she gave in to her desires.

Just this time, she opened her eyes, slowly squatted down, stretched out her index finger, lightly dipped a little blood, and then put it in her mouth, the fishy sweet taste spread on the tip of her tongue, she suddenly felt that the chicken's blood was rotten and spoiled food, how could it be delicious before?

She □□ that finger carefully, it was clean and clean, and the aftertaste was intoxicating. Her eyes fell to the copper basin again, and then she put her index finger into the basin again, dipping a drop, □□.

Repeating this five times, her hunger was surging, and she couldn't help but put her hands in the basin, picked up a handful of blood, and sucked it into her mouth one by one.

Hearty, come again.

"I've been thinking, the Murong family has always been known for its strong spiritual power, why doesn't the patriarch's biological daughter have spiritual power?" A leisurely male voice came from the window, "It turns out that Miss Murong has contracted a rumored strange disease and must drink blood to survive. ”

Murong Yinzhu got up suddenly, brushed his hand around his waist, waved back, and turned to look at the man squatting on the window with three silver needles.

The man's movements were as fast as lightning, and the moment she waved out, he had already jumped out of the window, and in the next blink of an eye, he was already standing less than three feet away from the left side of Murong Yinzhu.

Slender figure, wrapped in a dark red robe, he leaned against the bedside closet, casual and leisurely.

This person's appearance is extremely handsome, a pair of Danfeng eyes are slanted and raised, and the eyes are very bright, as if they are flashing with a cunning light anytime and anywhere. The bridge of the nose is high, the thin lips are slightly upturned, and the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, as if smiling but not smiling, and every line and contour seems to be carved out.

His hair was tied up at will, and his forehead and temples were scattered, and he looked like everyone else.

How could there be such a handsome man? It's suffocating.

"Tut-tut, such a vicious bride." The man shook his head, smiling instead of smiling into a regretful expression, "Just after passing the door, I used a silver needle to prick my husband's best friend, and the needle is the key to death?" No wonder Xiao Xuan didn't want to marry you, sure enough, he judged it right and accurately. ”

"Who are you?" Murong Yinzhu tensed her body and looked at the man in front of her who was perfect and handsome and didn't look like a real person, she only knew that this person was very powerful, on par with her brother's strength.

"You haven't heard of who your husband's best friend is, you say, how are you going to mix in the palace?" The other party looked at Murong Yinzhu with a look of pity, but in an out-and-out tone of schadenfreude.

After saying this, his gaze fell on the woman on the bed again.