The silver needle slashed across my face, dark red blood dripping down my cheeks, and there were bursts of blood, and when I smelled blood, Llard suddenly pushed me out of his arms and looked at the left side of my face with a frown.

The fishy sweet smell got into my nose, even if it was my own blood, it made me feel a little sick to my stomach, I really don't know why I suddenly wanted to drink such a disgusting thing at Duke Hammer's banquet that day!

As more and more blood flowed from the wound, I saw that Rirad's eyes had turned dark green, his pale face had a dark blue streak, and the fangs in his mouth were slowly extended.

"Do you want to suck me dry?" I knew that Lard was trying to eat, and I couldn't help but think of Sharman's words, and said coldly, "It's like smoking Hatherine!"

Listening to my sarcasm, Richard suddenly woke up, his eyes became much clearer, his uncontrollable fangs were retracted, and the lines on his face slowly faded.

Seeing the change in Lillard, I sneered in my heart, it seems that Hatherine is still a thorn in your heart after all!

"Do you just want to get away from me?" Regained his senses, Rirad raised his hand to touch my face, his cold fingers rubbing against my wound, it didn't hurt, it just didn't stop bleeding.

I stood still, letting Lillard rub slowly against my wounds, sneering self-deprecatingly, and closing my eyes slightly, even if you are the king of the blood clan, you can't easily destroy another person's life just to repay your guilt for Hatherine.

"Are you willing to live for someone else?"

Listening to my words, Lard's hand paused, and he took it away from my face, and looked at the blood-stained hand in a daze, all five fingers trembling slightly.

"In that case, I'll arrange for you to leave later. As he spoke, Lillard didn't look at me, but stretched out his right hand backwards, and his slender fingers parted one by one, which was very beautiful.

"I'm going to leave now. "Whether he really wants to let me go or not, but for me, if I can, the sooner the better.

When I was mad at Llard, the young man who had been holding the reins and standing in the distance with his head bowed appeared behind Llard at some point, handed over a snow-white handkerchief as usual, and then took another handkerchief, took two steps back, and stopped there with his head down.

As soon as the white silk handkerchief touched Lillard's hand, it was immediately dyed with blood, and the blood that was not thick followed the lines of the handkerchief, gradually smearing, like an elaborate embroidery, which was very charming.

Getting the handkerchief, Richard didn't rush to wipe his hands, first wiped the blood on my face, and then took the cotton handkerchief handed by the young man for the second time, carefully covered my wound, and said in a consultative tone, "But it's too dangerous for you to go out like this now, wait a minute, okay?"

I looked at Rirad warily, "You're not trying to regret it, are you?"

"It's unbearable to gamble with the entire bloodline, and don't you allow me to think about it for a few more days?" Larard smiled bitterly and pointed to the clothes on my body, "You walk out covered in blood like this, and it won't be long before you are torn apart." ”

I subconsciously lowered my head, and sure enough, I saw a small blood stain on the placket on my chest, which had been fainted and was no longer so obvious, but the smell of blood was still very strong.

Looking up at Lillard, is he dragging his feet?

I don't understand, but the sudden feeling of tightness in my chest makes me very uncomfortable.

Liladra lifted my hand, asked me to press the handkerchief myself, and then picked me up, "Your physique is special, and the wound is not easy to heal, so you should go back and deal with it as soon as possible." ”