When Shen Run first came in, his eyes fell on Si Qian's hand, and it was impossible to say at that moment that he was not angry. Although he knew that the Blood Service was like this, although he had long known that on every Blood Service night, Si Qian was so open-minded and took advantage. He could have tried to ignore it when he hadn't seen it before, but it was another thing to see it with his own eyes.

He was angry.

But the next moment the anger was gone.

He shouldn't say that, after all, the person in front of him is his woman, and no matter what she becomes, he should accept it, because the person is his choice. From the perspective of a bystander, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is ugly now, so ugly that it makes people feel terrible, even if she is holding a soft silk without an inch, she will not have charming thoughts.

It was extremely unpleasant to lie in a man's arms wrapped in a piece of silk like this, but it was not her fault, Shen Run understood, so his antipathy towards Si Qian was even stronger than before.

Si Qian was only treated as an object to store blood on the night of the blood service, similar to a container, but he didn't treat himself as a container, Shen Run could see with his eyes that his mind was impure, which was really hateful in his eyes.

Si Chen had already buried her lips in Si Qian's neck by instinct, and she was just about to open her lips when someone suddenly pulled her away from Si Qian's arms, and then she smelled a thicker and more seductive fragrance. The scent was too strong, and the blood in her body was pounding because of the sweet scent of the blood bat's venom.

Si Qian looked at Shen Run.

"Get out." Shen Run held Si Chen in his arms, looked at him condescendingly, and commanded coldly, there was no anger in his tone, only indifference and domineering contempt.

Shen Run was telling him the difference in their identities in this way, even if he was gone, the blood of the royal family still flowed in his body, and Si Qian, who was crowned the king and worshiped the general, was just a servant.

The hierarchical distinction of people begins with their bloodline.

Si Qian knew that if his Royal Highness wanted to get married, the object could only be the emperor of a country, and His Royal Highness's noble bloodline could only be matched by the bloodline of the royal family.

He glanced at the groggy Si Chen, stood up silently, and went out.

This person knows Chang Xi better.

Shen Run glanced at Si Qian, retracted his gaze, he sat in the center of the jade platform with Si Chen in his arms, at this time he glanced at her, and then was stunned for a moment.

Originally, he wanted her to sit on top of him and raise his eyes, but he saw her covering her face with her hands.

At that moment, his heart fell hard.

He didn't know if she was conscious or delirious during the blood service, and from previous experience, she should not know what she was doing, but instinctively suffered the pain, and today, she covered her scarred face as she followed her instinct and desperately craved blood. She probably had a hint of lucidity, or maybe this action was instinctive, instinctive after he appeared, but how much of her mind would have to be consumed by this instinctive action when she was extremely weak.

Shen Run looked at her.

His heart suddenly swelled with an indescribable, intense sourness.

Her beauty is recognized, how beautiful she is on weekdays, what is her heart like to be beautiful and accept such an ugly and terrible self at this moment? How much courage did she expend, and how strong did she build? Has she ever cried for herself like this?

He had never seen her cry, as if she wouldn't cry. But in fact, she is just a woman, no different from ordinary women, born and raised, she has not lived more than others, she also grew up at the age of one year, she can't have no joys and sorrows, but those joys and sorrows have all been brutally destroyed in the unprotected years, replaced by a heartless smile and indifference that borders on numbness.

He put his hand on hers, and she had long since lost her strength, and he pulled her hand away from her face without much effort.

She shouldn't have been very conscious, but she knew the struggle, but she didn't have the strength to struggle, so she ducked her head in dodge.

Whether she didn't have time to cover her face today, or whether she was so serious that she couldn't cover her face when she had a seizure, Shen Run didn't know, in the face of such a bloody and terrifying face, she couldn't say "good-looking" even against her will.

She could make Si Qian look at her embarrassed appearance, but she wouldn't let him see it, should he interpret it in the direction that made him happy, or should he interpret it in the direction that made him feel angry? Did she care that he didn't want him to see her embarrassed, or did she leave him out and didn't trust him at all?

He took her bloodied hand and placed it around his neck.

The sweet smell of his body was irresistible to her at this time, and his scent made her bloodthirsty instincts stronger and stronger.

After the brief moment that had passed, perhaps called "clearing," she was once again in chaos.

Following her bloodthirsty frenzy, she slowly drew her lips closer, her slightly cool lips buried in his neck.

Shen Run shuddered for a moment, and he seemed to feel her sharp teeth.

Her sharp teeth pierced his flesh and blood vessels, not particularly painful, but he heard the sound of her beastly gulp, which was infinitely amplified in the silent stone hall, and it was extremely terrifying.

Shen Run heard his loud heartbeat in his chest.

All kinds of abnormal sounds were intertwined, and Shen Run suddenly felt a little nauseous, a subconscious feeling of nausea for this abnormal scene, and a physical reaction.

At the same time, he had a deep sense of guilt.

He felt that he had bred a monster with his blood, and that it was abnormal, that it should not have happened and that it should not exist.

The sound of swallowing rang in his ears, and he began to feel slightly dizzy.

The sound of her swallowing made him instinctively feel the danger, and his thoughts were not too clear at this point, but for a moment, he did fear that she would not stop.

Thankfully, finally, she stopped.

It was as if she had devoted all her mental energy to her thirst for blood, and now her mental power was exhausted, and she fell into a deep sleep as soon as her lips left his neck.

Shen Run caught her body that suddenly softened when she stopped being excited.

He snatched the crane that had been thrown aside and wrapped it around her, glancing at the blood-stained fur collar, and he frowned.

He sat on the jade platform and held her in his arms.

He raised his head and looked around at the stone hall with a strong smell of blood, which was cold and gloomy, like a real hell, not like the obvious horror of the legend, but it made the people in it feel the decay and coldness of death.

He lowered his head, his gaze resting on the remaining blood at the corner of her lips.

He froze.

Imagining and seeing it are not the same.

Shen Run's heart was indescribably awkward.

After stiffening for a long time, he pulled out the handkerchief and gently wiped her lips.

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