Su Kui's eyes were silent, and the corners of his lips hooked up a strange and unpredictable smile.

"Tsk, Miss Lucia seems to be afraid of us, Villard, since you brought her in, then you can send her out," she nodded her lips and stood up gracefully, "Oh, when you come back, go to the dark room by yourself, half a month." ”

There are special spells around the dark room, and vampires will lose all their abilities in it, and vampires who can't get blood for half a month will become extremely weak and manic, and that feeling will be even more terrible than death.

Although this dark room has existed for a long time, Helena was not used often in the past, and those who provoked her were usually broken by her delicate jade hands that were well-maintained before she could be punished.

And Verard, who she loves the most, naturally has never had a chance to try.

There's no way, this time, Su Kui is going to make an exception for him-

Villad's face froze, and the blue tendons on his forehead seemed to jump uncontrollably, and he pursed his thin lips as if he bowed respectfully, "Yes, ma'am." The moment he raised his eyes, the complicated expression disappeared in a flash.

The woman at the top of the hall is still tall, luxurious and elegant. However, now that I look at it again, I always feel that under her delicate face with a bewitching smile all the time, she is a heart that is a hundred times colder and harder than before.

He strode past Lucia and walked straight out of the castle.

Lucia panicked and didn't have time to wipe her tears, and the moment her heart was relieved, she chased after her.

Edmund narrowed his eyes in pleasure, looking at the gloomy aura of Verard's body until his figure disappeared into the retina.

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Verard put her hands in her trouser pockets, and led the way in front with an indifferent expression, Lucia, who had only eaten a little food from yesterday to tonight, had weak legs, and looked a little weak, she frowned, and looked at Verard's wide back with teary eyes.

"Verard ......"

There was no response, and Villad didn't look back as if he hadn't heard.

Lucia's face changed, and she couldn't understand why he had suddenly changed his attitude towards her, and last night, for a moment, she felt that she had met an alternative love, and she had been complacent about it, proud of her charm.

But after a few hours, everything changed.

Living in the city, she has been the focus of boys' eyes since she was a child, and the object of men's pursuit has never been so cold.

She endured and endured, and finally trotted briskly to catch up, grabbing his arm, "Verard, why don't you ignore me!" If you hate me, can you tell me what I did wrong?! ”

Villard closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pulled off her arm without gentleness, "No, you didn't do anything wrong, it's me who is wrong, I shouldn't have brought you in." ”

Lucia felt a little more comfortable, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in her beautiful eyes, "It's okay, Verard, I don't blame you, but your attitude towards me is too cold, it's completely different from what you did last night," she walked around to him, and asked, "Please tell me, is it because of her?" The owner of that castle. ”

Even if she didn't want to admit it, she couldn't help but feel ashamed in her heart, that woman, all over her body, exuded a charm that attracted the opposite sex, noble and elegant, and her gestures were with careless nobility and arrogance.

She remembered Helena's gaze at her, contemptuous, condescending.

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