The young Bloodclan led her around the roses and into the castle, where the red carpet winded its way from the steps of the castle entrance to the end of the castle.

Wen Cha frowned, and he didn't dare to follow him forward, and before he walked up the steps, a ghostly black shadow appeared in front of him, a pale-faced middle-aged man, who looked about forty years old, dressed in a slim black dress, looked at Wen Cha with a smile, "Beautiful young lady, welcome to Prince Tullster's castle, I'm the butler Kyle here, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

This is clearly a vampire as well.

Wen Cha twitched the corners of his mouth, looked up at the bloodline beside him who was silent, and smiled reluctantly: "Hello, my name is Mingcha."

"I know you," said Butler Kyle with a gentle smile, "Your father is an Oriental who has crossed the oceans, and I bought a bouquet of Saga roses from him many years ago, and it is the most beautiful rose I have ever seen, and he is a very good flower farmer."

Wen Cha was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect vampires to be able to trade with humans.

"That's a great honor."

"Indeed," said Butler Kyle, nostalgically, "I like his dark hair and black eyes very much, and Miss Mingcha has inherited all his virtues."

Wen Cha looked at the sky speechlessly, is it special to have black eyes and black hair?

"Prince Tulst is also black-haired and black-eyed." The housekeeper meant something.

Wen Cha glanced up at the young blood clan beside him, it was true, his black was pure black without impurities.

Wen Cha was silent for a while and didn't answer, and Butler Kyle didn't feel embarrassed, and after saluting Tullst, the young blood clan beside Wen Cha, he wisely left them alone time.

"Turst...... Is that your name? Wen Cha asked hesitantly.

The young blood clan glanced at her, and a "hmm" came out of his nose, and Wen Cha said, "Where are you going to take me?"

The young Bloodsmen led her through the ancient, silent staircase to the earth, where the snow-white walls were covered with medieval paintings, including Jesus and the Catholics, the Virgin and her children, and all sorts of idyllic landscapes.

Seeing her looking around, Tullst said coldly, "This is Kyle's taste."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, as if he disliked the butler.

Wen Cha raised her lips and wanted to smile, but when she met his eyes, all her expressions became stiff and sluggish, which was very inappropriate.

The castle burns with pale yellow whale oil lamps, and you can faintly smell the smell of incense, which just hides the fishy smell of whale oil and adds a layer of warmth to the castle.

Turst opened a door, and a wide staircase appeared in front of him, and it was pitch black at the end, and he didn't know where it led.

Wen Cha looked up at the young blood clan, his eyes were very cold, and he half-hugged her and walked downstairs, his steps did not stop.

The lights are lit up underfoot.

This is a large basement, with a variety of musical instruments in the corner, which shows that the owner of the room is very fond of music in his life, and there is a bouquet of white roses on the small table in the middle, supplemented by turmeric flowers, and decorated with pale pink vine roses, exuding a faint sweet fragrance.

In the middle of the basement is a very large coffin, and it is rumored that vampires will lock themselves in the coffin while they are asleep, and will not open the lid until they wake up.

In fact, this statement does not stand up to scrutiny, and the coffin in front of me is more like a big bed, although there is a lid, there is a hole in it.

The young Bloodclan took off her shoes, led her into the coffin, and lay down in the futon with her in his arms, his eyes closed, as if he had never woken up.

Indeed, he has been asleep for a hundred years, and now he wakes up early, isn't he just not waking up?

Wen Cha didn't feel sleepy, leaning on the shoulder of the blood clan and quietly looking at the dark brown roof, his eyes a little dazed.

She thought that Tulst had brought her back to suck her dry, but instead she was sleeping with her in her arms, was there something wrong?

How could he be so calm? She's a real person, and the food he likes is as attractive to her as kebabs are.

Why would he be indifferent? She was ready to stab him with a dagger, how could he not react?

Wen Cha stared at the blood clan for a long time with a complicated expression, and saw that he didn't move for a long time, and he couldn't hold back and closed his eyes for a while.

Sleep and sleep, let's talk about the day first.

After the girl's breathing was steady, the young bloodclan opened his eyes, and in the darkness, he quietly looked at her serene face, and the depths of his pupils seemed to hide a dangerous whirlpool, rolling up a violent storm.

His throat shook a little, and the desire for his mouth that had been suppressed for a long time rose again, and the thirst for power made him not want to suck up her blood all the time, his fangs poked out and hidden, back and forth dozens of times, and he didn't make up his mind.

The most correct thing to do is to suck the singer's blood to strengthen his strength, although he is a prince, he is not without enemies, he needs chips, not weaknesses.

A cold streak crossed his eyes, sharp fangs sprouted against her neck, his eyes reddened beyond recognition by the thirst for blood, and the dark lines of the curse spread from his neck to the side of his face, making him look as ghostly and vicious.

Kill her!

There was a voice in my head.

Didn't you bring her here to kill her? Why don't you get your hands dirty yet? She's dreaming, killing her in a dream, she won't be in pain, as long as she kills her, even Modo's enemies will not be your opponents.

Kill her.

Just kill her! It's all at your fingertips.

The sharp fangs pierced the girl's skin, and the sweet smell of blood instantly soaked her mouth.

He was desperate to tear her apart with his fingernails so that she would be gone forever.

The more he thought about it, the more crazy he became, and he wanted to bite her throat right now and let her sleep forever underground.

But as soon as he touched her skin, the warm, flowing pulse of life, like a reed growing by the lake, he paused again.

Why didn't you kill her?!

The voice kept asking, why not?!

He couldn't answer, and the fangs were pulled back from her skin, and the tip of his tongue kept licking the wound on her neck, again and again, trying to smooth the wrinkles between her brows.

It was the first time he had not sucked her blood.

Obviously sleeping in the coffin of the blood clan, Wen Cha had a strange good night's sleep.

When he woke up, there was no longer the shadow of Turst, and an elegant violin sound came from upstairs, with a gorgeous timbre, round and jade, very beautiful.

Wen Cha stood up, put on his shoes, climbed up the stairs, and through the hallway, he saw Butler Kyle standing by the window, with a violin on his shoulder, playing intoxicated.

The young Bloodclan sat at the table, a glass of blood-red wine in front of him.