Fu Xin couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth slightly.

This is the world of real cold-blooded animals.

Fell noticed her expression too easily, and he saw every facial muscle on her face, and then, with his good ability to read words and colors, he carefully pondered what she meant, and came to the conclusion that she did not like this kind of scene.

"Yvette, I'll take you to the terrace."

Fell took her hand and headed towards the terrace.

The breeze on the terrace blew through the air, blowing away the strong smell of blood in the air.

For the blood clan, this taste is a fatal temptation, but for Fu Xin, there are only two words left in his mind, and he wants to vomit.

"If you don't like it, just tell me straight, I don't have to take you to these places."

When Fair said this, his expression was still calm and cold.

Fu Xin glanced up at him in a slightly surprised way, those dark golden brown eyes exuded a more brilliant luster under the shroud of a layer of moonlight, and even people could see the scenes and objects reflected in his pupils.

It's curious to know, how do these vampire pupils see the world, the same as humans, or will they feel differently?

Fu Xin gently put his hand on the railing, and suddenly said curiously: "Fair, are you like them?" ”

Forgive her for not being able to call her the word "brother", although she knows that Phil is kind, but as long as there are no other vampires around, she chooses to ignore this rather "interesting" title.

"Them?"

Fell thought back to what she had just seen, and immediately figured out who this "they" meant.

Referring to the extravagant and elegant vampires, of course.

"Like them, what do you mean?"

When he speaks, he always has a casual taste, and that tone is like a feather sweeping through people's hearts, just like a dragonfly lighting water, rubbing his heart, and always making people's hearts rise a subtle taste.

Fu Xin knew that what she saw was just the daily life of a vampire, but she couldn't help but ask: "Will you be like them?" Suck the blood, and then throw it aside. ”

It's like smashing a glass vase with your own hands, and then disgusted with the glass slag, and you don't want to look at it.

Her eyelids drooped slightly.

When she really saw what the Blood Servant had experienced, a kind of desolation rose in her heart.

They were hooked by the sweet words of the blood clan, and in the end, they were squeezed out of value and abandoned, pitiful, pathetic, and lamentable.

But at the same time, what Fu Xin is most afraid of is whether Fair will be as cold-blooded as them.

For she suddenly found that Fell was watching her almost every move, and then created all the most comfortable conditions for her, such as at the moment, he guessed her disgust at that scene just from her facial expressions, and then took her to the terrace, away from the distraction.

Such a delicate mind made Fu Xin secretly surprised, and then confused for him.

As far as she could see, every blood nobleman had done the same thing just now, and she reasonably suspected that this was the nature of the blood clan, sultry but ruthless.

Fell stared at her for a moment, chewing on the mood she had felt when she said this, and then realized that it was a more suppressed emotion.

"No, never, never will do this to you."

His fingertips brushed over her fingers, and then rested lightly on the back of her hand, like a butterfly resting in a fragrance, lingering with a hint of intimacy.

A cool breeze blew, Fu Xin felt that his fingers were cold, and he couldn't help curling up his knuckles, who knew that he directly wrapped her fingers, as if trying to warm her with a cold temperature.

Fu Xin pretended to be casual and turned his face away, and inadvertently looked at a figure under the terrace.

It's Curtis.