Blood gushed out, and Zhou Nan pulled out the cross, "Why do you say so much." ”

The sword pierced through Wencien's back, each stabbing to the heart.

You can see how much he hates this man!

Wen Xien: "......"

"I hate you—" Another sword fell.

Wen Xien was lying in a pool of blood, and his face could not be seen clearly under the mess.

The prince's breath weakened little by little, and Zhou Nan's choked throat was buried in her hair, with a sad pain.

——

When night comes, the moonlight is hazy, as if through a layer of mist, scattering the ground cold. The pale moonlight makes people feel desolate, no longer like the moonlight of water, gentle like a fog spreading, lingering for a long time, drifting away...

"Bell-bell-bell-"

The bell at twelve o'clock strikes an eerie melody.

The Blood Clan Castle is in the darkest west of the continent, where there is a large expanse of lush and savage jungle.

The dark corridor, the rotten smell of blood seeping into the cracks, and the red and black color of the god's Blood Clan Castle exude a cold and chill that can be felt trembling from the depths of the soul, but it is undoubtedly the most comfortable environment for the Blood Clan.

"My lord, this is the selection of the best quality blood slaves."

The butler stooped and saluted.

Behind the butler, there were two identical teenagers and girls, delicate and young, exuding a sweet aura.

The man who is revered as an adult wears snow-white gloves and wears a white tuxedo.

His eyes were dark blue, like frozen lakes, strange and bewildering.

The man was very tall, his face was extremely handsome, and the curvature of his eyebrows was extremely aggressive, but at this moment, the curvature of the corners of his mouth softened his sharp eyebrows.

He seemed to be very happy, and his poor dark blue eyes, which had always been less emotional, revealed undisguised eagerness.

His snarky Highness, he has finally woken up......

Walking down the long and ornate steps down the palace, you will be greeted by a magnificent and exquisite coffin, the dark coffin mixed with blood-red patterns, as if blood is dripping from it.

Ji Zheng stopped at a meter in front of the coffin and knelt down on one knee, he put his right hand on his left chest, then hung his head deeply, and whispered in awe.

"Your Highness."

The low voice seemed to awaken the silent atmosphere in the palace in an instant, the coffin on the black coffin was gently pushed open, and then a pale and almost transparent hand stretched out, like a soul hooking flower growing out of the abyss, and opened its palm slightly in the direction of Ji Zheng.

Qing Yue's voice was as melodious as the purest moonlight, exuding a bright and moving brilliance.

"Come here."

Ji Zheng stood up and approached the coffin, and the tall man took off the white gloves that he had been wearing on his hands, revealing a pair of bony hands.

Then he meekly held those hands, and in an instant, the cold and biting temperature came, and he drilled into Ji Zheng's body inch by inch to invade and occupy.

His eyes were full of fanaticism for the Prince.

The prince lying in the coffin looked young, her long inky hair and dark red eyes looked extremely harmonious on her body, revealing a strange beauty.

The pale red eyes are like light-colored roses, and they are stunning and magnificent when they move.

Wen Xien woke up the moment this coffin opened.

She, as a vampire prince betrayed by her beloved, after being released from the coffin, she will become unstable, obedient and cruel, and she will become very special and hateful of humans, she thinks that humans are hypocritical, but the funny thing is that she hates it and still has a heart for human blood, which makes her more and more perverted, and often tortures humans for pleasure.

A generation of high-ranking and noble blood princes was actually injured by a weak human being, and I don't know how many people ridiculed him.

The betrayal from those closest to him dealt a devastating blow to the proud prince.

All the people of the castle were silent under the wrath of the Prince, just like this area that had been shrouded in rain for several days.

is a proper villain.

Wen Xien is also conscientious to be a brutal prince and continues to follow the plot.

The blood slaves who came to this ancient castle recently were either dead or disabled, anyway, how brutal they came, which caused those blood slaves to be more and more afraid of this legendary prince.

There are even some who are stunned as soon as they step into this ancient castle.

The floor is lined with a carpet of white gold thread.

The giant crystal lamp on the top seems to be just a decoration, and the drop-shaped crystal hangs silently, like an upside-down bat.

The extravagant and luxurious room exuded a sweet smell, Wen Xien swallowed without a trace, this is the nature of the blood clan's thirst for blood, and it is impossible to control it at all.

The pale fingers waved weakly: "Open it." ”

The soft sound, like a faint wind, is difficult to capture. But the taciturn servant immediately understood, and quietly retreated.

The doors and windows that were pushed open immediately brought a little fresh breath, which was the smell of roses and the warm smell of the sun in the distance.

In order to prevent the cold wind from entering, the careful servants have long been covered with transparent curtains on all sides.

They knew that the prince's body had been badly damaged, and that this blow could not be repaired, and even if he had been asleep for so long, he could only wake up, and it was not at all as good as before, and everywhere revealed a fragility and paleness.

Wen Xien just sat there and looked at the high-quality blood slaves prepared for her.

The original owner was too seriously injured, and it was a blessing in misfortune to wake up, and after waking up, his whole body collapsed, but his beloved had long since disappeared, as if he had completely disappeared from this world, and no one could be found, and the distorted resentment and hatred in her heart had no place to vent, and her mind was completely distorted since then. From an arrogant prince to a sick and perverted prince.

After the metamorphosis, the original owner was particularly disgusted with human beings, just because Zhou Nan was a human being, and since then he has hated human beings and completely angered.

The spring breeze swept through the flowers, peeking into the cyan curtain over and over again, but the undulating waves blurred the picture inside.

It wasn't clear from the outside to the inside, but Wen Xien looked at them, but it didn't take much effort.

The humans were like fine goods, at her own choosing.

Of course, there is no one here who wants to be chosen.

Wen Xien couldn't help but let out a long and boring sigh, lazily half leaning on the soft chair, two pairs of slender legs elegantly overlapped, looking at those people casually.

And the beauties who were quietly kneeling on the carpet in the room were waiting for the cruel vampire's decision at the moment.

What else could have been decided? Anyway, it's either dead or disabled, and it's not a good end after all.

Wen Xien held his forehead with one hand and looked at the beautiful woman outside the curtain with pity.

(End of chapter)