Yu Chu briefly calculated the plan in his heart.

First of all, she can't let anyone discover the silverware, or she'll just repeat the mistakes of the past. Secondly, she has to find a way to avoid the fate of being favored by a certain Bloodline.

It's not easy, the original owner is as beautiful as a flower, clean and beautiful, and it's basically impossible not to be looked at.

Yu Chu pondered silently.

It really doesn't work, just count on the system. Speaking of which, with so many planes, the system is basically useless, and now, it's almost its turn to perform.

Yu Chu prepared for bed with peace of mind.

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At the other end of the castle, away from the crowds, in a large and luxurious room.

The moonlight poured into the room, reflected in the vampire's long pale hair, and the man was dressed in an ancient aristocratic costume, his every move was elegant, and he held a plump woman in his arms, his fangs piercing into the woman's neck, red blood pouring into his throat and swallowing blood.

The woman's eyes were misty, her red lips were slightly open, she was panting and moaning rapidly, and her legs were rubbing unconsciously.

"Ah...... Not...... Adult ......"

The sound of the exit was unusually beautiful, until the vampire straightened up, and the woman's cheeks were flushed, as if she had just experienced the ultimate love.

The pleasure brought by the blood clan is incomparable.

But she hurriedly restrained her expression, her legs were weak, she glanced at the beautiful young man with affection, bent down respectfully, and exited the room.

After eating, the fangs were withdrawn, and Fasol sat lazily for a moment before leaving the room.

He walked along the corridors of the castle in the darkness of the night until he saw an intricately patterned gate at the end.

Countless rose branches are intertwined, the hollow pattern is extremely delicate, and the crystal gems are inlaid on it, like the twinkling stars in the night.

Fasol stood in the doorway, paused, and made sure his expression was respectful enough before pushing the door in.

A huge formation-like disc with an equally large silver cross standing in the center.

It sounds ridiculous, the castle inside the blood clan actually has a cross of pure silver.

However, standing here, Fasol did not feel the slightest discomfort, the only thing he felt was a strong pressure from the blood, as if he was whipping his back, making people feel the urge to kneel and worship.

He respectfully knelt down on one knee with one hand across his chest, "Great Highness Lodel......"

Roses surround a huge disc.

In the center is an ancient coffin.

Although ancient, it looks delicate and majestic, with layers upon layers of intricate patterns wrapping around the surface of the pitch-black and heavy coffin, on which gems are inlaid and thin silver chains hang down, and the cross stands behind it.

A hand gently rests on the edge of the coffin.

It was a slender and beautiful hand, each line had a delicate sense of being carefully carved, and the skin was pale white, showing a hint of ascetic beauty.

A man gets up from the coffin.

It was a young man of about twenty years old, and as he got up, his long silver hair spread like moonlight on his shoulders, lining the pale skin of the young man, and his indifferent burgundy eyes, like two of the most beautiful burgundy rubies.

A black undershirt with buttons down to the slender neck, and cuffs in platinum. The slender gold chain of the pocket watch hung down, and the man looked up.

Fasol hurriedly bowed his head.

Who dares to look at the king......

Those burgundy eyes, different from the bright red of ordinary blood clans, are mysterious and beautiful, but also make people feel unusually indifferent and dangerous.