On the contrary, an indescribable pleasure was born from the bones.

It was pitch black, and there was not a glimmer of light.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, and the airtight room was filled with a blood-colored taboo.

Dill didn't rush out, but walked around the room slowly with her bare feet.

The darkroom was large, large enough to accommodate almost hundreds of people at a time without being cramped.

Although there is no light, with the keen sight and smell of this body, dill can still see everything around her without hindrance.

It has to be said that behind every blood clan there is an invisible mountain of gold.

The long years have endowed them not only with great strength, but also with countless huge wealth.

Dill walked up to her two-tall mahogany wardrobe and, with her keen sense of smell, found a dark red nightgown that had never been tainted with any other scent.

The smooth fabric adheres to the skin intimately, delicately soft and comfortable.

After loosely fastening the belt around her waist, Dill came to the window and abruptly opened the heavy dark curtains.

The midday sun was dazzling, and the intense light rushed down through the windows.

It looks like a warm and brilliant light shining on the body, and you don't feel the slightest warmth.

Of course, there is no burning sensation of the legendary Bloodline exposed to the sun.

Yes, it's just cold, biting cold.

It was as if the golden thing in the sky was not a scorching sun, but a glittering ice hockey ball.

Despite the discomfort of the sun, the dill did not close the curtains to block out the cold and biting light.

"What are you doing?"

Dill turned her head, and behind her stood Yuhiri in a black tuxedo.

His arrival was still silent, and Dill did not hear his footsteps.

"Bask in the sun." She replied lazily.

"Basking in the sun?" Yuhiri narrowed his eyes slightly, his cold green pupils were squeezed into a narrow green line, even if the sun outside the window was good, it still couldn't dispel the coldness and coldness in his eyes. "When did the Bloodline have this fetish?"

Dill looked out the window and ignored him.

That brief moment was enough for her to determine the identity of the person in front of her. And Juhiri was not his city. In that case, there was no need for her to be patient enough to deal with him.

The ignored Yuhiri showed a displeased expression, and he raised his voice slightly: "As my blood servant, it is your duty to answer my questions truthfully!" ”

"Blood Servant?" Dill let go of the hand that was propped up on the windowsill, stood up slightly straight, and stared at the man in front of her quietly with a pair of reddish eyes that had not yet faded the blood, and suddenly, as if she remembered something pleasant, she pursed the corners of her mouth shallowly, and her plain eyes became vivid, "Just with your lowly bloodline and low mana?" ”

Such a light and faint sentence instantly aroused Yuciri's anger, and he looked at Dill angrily, and there seemed to be a boundless storm brewing in his cold green eyes: "Lowly bloodline, status mana? Don't forget, you still have these things in your body. No matter whether you reject or hate it, you will not be able to change your identity as a blood servant in your life. ”

"Huh, huh?"