Wen Cha lifted his foot and was about to walk over, but Tullst had already looked back.

His gaze was cold and deep, and his emotions were very mixed.

Butler Kyle stopped and smiled at Wen Cha, "Beautiful Miss, has my music pleased you?" ”

Although he is a vampire, Kyle's butler does not have the bad habits of a vampire at all, but looks like an elegant human, Wen Cha's ears are red, "You play very well." ”

The young vampire gave a cold glance at Butler Kyle.

"Thank you for the compliment." Butler Kyle shrunk his neck at the look of his boss, put down his violin and walked to Wen Cha's side, "I have prepared delicious food for you, go and serve it now, please wait a moment." ”

Wen Cha nodded, walked over to Turst and sat down, faintly smelling the blood in his cup, and most of his appetite disappeared in an instant.

The young Bloodclan seemed to sense her disgust, his brow furrowed, and the corners of his mouth pursed.

Butler Kyle brought up the steak for Warm Tea, looked at Turst and then at Warm Tea, with a hint of interest on his lips.

"Taste it, I've made it according to the recipe in the castle, I don't know if it's to your liking."

Wen Cha said thank you, picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece and put it in his mouth, and then nodded, "Very good, thank you." ”

"You're welcome," Butler Kyle said, "if you like." ”

With a "bang", Tullster slammed the cup on the table and stared at Steward Kyle with an expressionless face, "Have all the rebels of Modo found their location?" ”

Butler Kyle smiled, knowing that he had made the prince angry, and hurriedly put away the smile on his face, "I have already started to deal with this matter, and there will be a result tomorrow." ”

"It was better to do so." Turst waved his hand to let him leave, how dare Steward Kyle continue to watch the show, smiled at Wen Cha, raised his feet and retreated, but he was more sure of Wen Cha's place in Turst's heart.

It was unexpected.

He thought that the young lady would not see the sun today, but he did not expect that the prince, who had always been ruthless, did not kill her, which was too surprising.

The singer is indeed the fate that the blood clan can't escape.

Tullst stood up, picked up the violin that had been placed aside and placed it on his shoulder, and pulled the strings to play a tune as gorgeous as he was.

Wen Cha naturally hadn't heard this kind of elegant music, and involuntarily stopped his movements to look at him, and when he touched his perfect facial features, his eyes stuck to him and couldn't pull them off.

It's a shame to say.

Tullst felt her gaze, the bowstring leaping faster and faster at his fingertips, and the song reached a climax, like the first morning sun, the waves crashing on the sand, and flocks of birds circling in the air, and the hearts of those who listened were surging and resonating.

Wen Cha couldn't help but want to applaud, but he was reluctant to spoil such a beautiful picture.

The young Bloodclan stood by the window, his face handsome, his hand holding the bow slender and pale, reflecting the beautiful scenery outside the window, like an ancient and long picture.

Even the breeze was gentle at that moment.

The coda is long, reminiscent of the fish in the deep sea, the white birds in the sky, and the dusk after sunset.

Wen Cha propped up her chin and stared at him quietly, clapping as the last note fell.

She looks naïve, if she likes it, if she doesn't like it, if she doesn't like it, she can't fake it.

Tulst maintained the movement of pulling the strings, and looked at her, finding love and amazement in her eyes, and the gaze that seemed to be auspicious and feathers made him lose his mind for a moment.

"You played very well." Wen Cha pondered it for a moment and said, "Better than Butler Kyle."

Tullst took down his instrument and walked back to his seat with a pale face, still with a hint of coldness in his eyes, of course Kyle couldn't compare to him.

He poured a glass of red wine from the transparent drinking utensils, and the faint bloody breath brought the warm tea back to reality, and she looked at the medium-rare steak on the plate, completely losing her appetite.

Tullster took her look in his eyes, and without saying a word, he drank the liquid from the glass as if he were tasting wine.

Wen Cha put down the dishes, "I'm full." ”

Tulst looked at the steak she had only moved twice, and there was no trace of emotion on his face, of course, if it was Kyle's butler, he would definitely notice from his look that he was angry, for example, his eyes were half-squinted, and whenever this time came, it was the beginning of his bad mood, and when he tapped the table with his hand, it meant that he was already angry.

Fortunately, he was just in a bad mood for the time being.

Kyle's butler came over at the right time to clean up the table, looked at the rest of the warm tea, and gently asked if it was the food that was not in line with the appetite.

"It's good." Wen Cha said politely.

Butler Kyle obviously didn't believe this statement, "It's not okay to have food and appetite, it's my pleasure to serve the beautiful lady." ”

Wen Cha smiled apologetically, and had to say, "I like lighter things in the morning, I'm sorry for you."

Butler Kyle was even more apologetic, "I'm going to prepare a new one for you." ”

"No need." Wen Cha stopped him, "I've already eaten, thank you." ”

Butler Kyle glanced at Turst with his peripheral vision, and found that he was staring at him heavily, and immediately said eagerly to Wen Cha, "How can this be done?" Since you are a guest of the castle, you are my guest of honor, so you can wait a moment. ”

It didn't take long for Butler Kyle to bring some delicate pastries, accompanied by a pot of fruit tea, and some warm tea, before he wiped the sweat from his forehead and left with a smile.

The young Bloodclan stood up from his seat and glanced out the window, the weather in the City of Eternal Night was always foggy, with at least three days of the week raining and four days cloudy if not raining.

As long as the Bloods don't leave the forest, they can walk here unscrupulously.

Turst walked outside into the garden, like a grower who knew how to grow, and walked back and forth among the roses, quickly picking a few budding flowers and replacing the withered bouquets in the dining room.

The white porcelain vase perfectly highlights the brightness and freshness of the flowers.

Wen Cha watched Turst simply put a vase of flowers, and refreshed his impression of him in his heart, if this person is not a vampire, a proper artist.

She strolled over to him and tugged at his sleeve, "Your Excellency, you're getting late, I still have a lot of farm work to do, you...... Can you send me home? ”

The young vampire stared down at her and pulled his hand, the corners of his thin lips moved slightly, and the words he said were infuriating, "It's none of my business. ”

Wen Cha was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, hating to seal his mouth and talk to the vampire.

She sat back in her seat, staring at the vase of flowers, but thinking about how to get out of her current situation.

She didn't want to kill Tullster, one was that he was okay looking, and the other was that he wasn't as frantic as he was in the plot.

Of course, the most important reason is the first one.