Ross Hill was still sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace like an old-fashioned statue, and a pair of dark eyes looked indifferently at Annahi who was burning in front of her.

She was nothing like Serra, weak on the outside, blank on the inside, very boring.

Seeing him look at himself, thinking that he would be the only pure land in the vampire's heart, Annahi blushed slightly, "What do you think of this music?" ”

"General."

"How about Moss musicals? The most famous singer in the capital, the aria is the most wonderful I have ever heard. ”

"Cheesy, who's going to listen?" When Roshill spoke, he was not only cold and piercing, but also very heart-piercing.

Serra pricked up her ears to hear Annahi eat incessantly, and sat obediently with a teacup on her side, muttering inwardly that she was going to starve to death if she didn't eat something.

Rosehill, who heard her voice again, turned his head to look at the girl whose eyes were hungry and empty, and subconsciously calmed his tone, "Serra, go find Oldin, there are cookies and fruit in the cupboard." ”

Serra stood up happily, "I think you know everything. ”

She obediently went to find Oldin, and when he heard the master's request in the drawing-room, he took out the cookie jar and fruit basket from the closet.

A glass jar of biscuits has a piece of colored paper with Khalida's cordial condolences written on it, and the fruit basket is from her family...

Ross Hill is quite a bit of a good one.

When she returned to the living room with a glass jar full of curved biscuits and an open fruit basket, she heard Annahi start pouring oil on her without finding a topic.

"Yesterday, the playful Serra and Eric went into the mountains together and didn't come back until the next day, which scared me and my family enough." When Annahi saw her coming, she said with a helpless look; "You've been going into the mountains too often lately, and it's so unsafe."

"Eric will take care of me, his extended family takes good care of me." Serra sat back on the couch and said innocently, "What's more, I went in yesterday because I had something to help them." ”

"What's going on in their house?" Lizzie asked.

"Just some money." Sierra responded, "I'll fix it." ”

When Roshill heard about Eric, he remembered that the boy who angrily smashed the window and was afraid that he had eaten Serra was a werewolf who had not yet been transformed.

He frowned, not liking the topic.

After eating a few cookies, Serra picked up the fruit knife and the red apple and asked, "Mr. Rosehill, Daddy, do you eat apples?" I'll cut one for you too? ”

"I'll come, you fill your stomach first." Annahi immediately walked over.

"Okay."

Serra turned the tip of the knife to face herself, and handed the handle over.

Annahi gripped the hilt with a smile on her face, the corners of her lips curvading a little more meaning.

Her wrist strained slightly, allowing the blade to slice sideways through her fragile skin as it pulled away from Serra's fingertips.

"Shhh

It was like being cut open by a sharp piece of paper, and then there was a sharp pain in the first second, and the moment the blood oozed out, Serra endured the pain and stuffed her finger into her mouth, looking at Annahi with a shocked look.

It's ruthless.

"Bang dang!"

The sound of glass bowls breaking could be heard in the kitchen.

Sensing the anomaly, Lizzie and Josie turned around and saw Alding standing silently in the living room, with vegetable leaves still hanging from her hands, and her dark eyes were hungry and greedy.

There were a few doors from the kitchen to the living room, but he was there seconds after the sound fell.

"Dinner ready? Or is there something wrong with the kitchen? Lady Josie's heart was inexplicable, for fear oozes from her eyes.

Alding didn't answer her, staring directly at the remaining blood on the fruit knife in Annahi's hand, and her voice was strange, "Someone is hurt." ”

Rose Hill leaned back on the couch, the muscles under his suit shirt tensed, and the palm on the armrest of the couch rubbed the corner of the wooden armrest, and the powder and small pieces of wood fell by the fireplace, causing no movement.

The mellow smell of blood was faint, but it was enough to attract the desire to eat from the two vampires in the living room.

To Annahi's surprise, she knew they were bloodthirsty creatures, but no one pounced on them and snapped off Serra's neck.

"Get out." Ross Hill ordered Aldin, who was about to show his red eyes.

There was a thunderclap of electric fans, and the wind blew open the windows, and the wet rain and earthy wind blew in, spreading the sweet blood more widely.

Seeing that his master was able to resist the temptation, Oldin stiffened his face and stepped back.

Both Josie and Lizzie found it weird, whether it was the Duke or his servant, everything was weird.

"Serra! I'm so sorry! Annahi hurriedly dropped her knife and sat down on the couch, pulled her hand out of her mouth, let the blood continue to flow, and turned her head to find her handkerchief.

Rosshill's attention was now focused on the delicate and seductive fingers, his sharp fangs began to itch uncontrollably, and his emotionless face was aggressive.

Annahi wants to send her away today.

Serra pushed her away, "I'll go upstairs and flush the water myself." ”

She gripped her injured finger and hurried upstairs to try to block Rose Hill's cannibalistic gaze.

"You scratched your sister?" Lizzie looked at the blood on the tip of the knife, and his face sank.

Annahi said guiltily: "I didn't expect her to squeeze the knife so tightly. ”

As a vicious stepsister, the death ended because the blood was too fragrant and was directly sucked dry by Rose Hill.

This brain-dead setting.

Serra ran into the bathroom on the second floor, locked the door, turned on the faucet, and washed off the blood of her own hand.

The cold water rushed through her fingertips, and the slightest pain made her bite her lower lip.

"Shhh

There was another tingling pain in the lower lip, and Serra quickly raised her head, and saw the frightened girl in the mirror, the scab of the pale pink lip was re-splitting and bleeding.

...

Does she have to be pressed by the plot tonight and be sucked into a dry corpse in advance?

"Knock knock."

There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door, which scared Serra, "Who?" ”

"Open the door."

It was Ross Hill's voice.

Serra's heart was about to stop.

To open or not to open?

If it doesn't open, he can easily remove the doorknob and break in and suck her dry, and when it opens, he can walk in and suck her dry.

It seems like the ending is the same.

"Serra, open the door." Ross Hill spoke calmly, his tone commanding.

Serra's heart was balanced, she tore off a towel, pressed her fingers, licked off the blood from the corner of her lips, and opened the door.

Rosehill stood in the darkness of the doorway, the light and shadow floating on him, and he saw a small medicine box in his hand that looked like it was old.

"Rosshill—" she was surprised that he still had this.

The young man stepped through the door and lowered his head, just in time to see a small bead of blood slowly oozing from her soft lips

He had already done a good job of building himself, but his mental defense line collapsed instantly because of this picture of hooking people to eat...