At midnight, everyone fell into a deep sleep. The door on the left side of the second floor opened with a creak, and the person with closed eyes in the next room suddenly opened his blood-red eyes.
He walked quickly to the window and caught a glimpse of a slender figure under the moonlight quickly moving towards the wilderness.
The man was silent for a moment, opened the window, put his hands on it and jumped down...
Xihe ran wildly in the wilderness. The wind blew her silver hair, like an elf jumping in the night. Soon, she came to the abandoned castle and stepped in without stopping.
She didn't see that the man who had been falling behind her not far away took a breath.
This Frigga...
The castle became more decayed. Rats were scurrying around the corners. In a short period of time, many snakes and insects had built their nests in the castle. Xihe held up the lamp and walked down the stairs to the basement without hesitation.
She pushed the coffin open and took a look. It was empty, with no hair on it.
Xihe curled his lips, extremely disappointed: "I thought there would be a surprise."
She feebly prepared to close the coffin, but suddenly she felt something was wrong. She subconsciously turned around and met a pair of blood-red eyes that were as bright as rubies.
The man stood behind her and stared at her condescendingly. He had handsome features and sharp white teeth. For a moment, he was full of evil spirits, which made people think of the ghosts and gods in the Asura Hell.
Xihe stopped breathing, staring up at him blankly.
The man thought she was frightened, and was satisfied. He grabbed her delicate neck, and the smooth skin made him subconsciously rub his fingertips. It turned out to be this feeling, he thought to himself.
With his palm facing upward, his thumb rubbed the red lips, which were soft and delicate.
The man's throat rolled twice, and he felt like drinking blood... He slowly came closer, smelling the sweet smell coming from her body with his nose, and he closed his eyes with some enjoyment.
The next second, his eyes suddenly widened.
He lowered his head and looked in disbelief at the person who was biting his thumb, with a face full of ecstasy, and was enjoying sucking the blood.
The girl's face was as red as if she had drunk two bottles of wine. He pulled her back hard and bit her tightly, staring at him with his big wet eyes, as if to accuse him of being so excessive and not even giving her blood to drink.
Ireland: "..."
I wish I could slap this ignorant woman to death.
The supreme and famous second-generation blood clan Alander, a guy who is so powerful that no one dares to mess with him, is now in this damp, dark basement, but he has no way to attack a little woman.
Hit, hit, scold, this woman has been stunned by him for a long time, and she can't hear him even if he scolds her.
He put one hand around her slender waist and threatened: "Hey, you damn servant, if you don't stop, I will strangle you to death."
Of course Xihe couldn't hear it, she just felt that it smelled so good, just like a hungry homeless man who got a piece of fragrant bread and didn't care about anything else but just wanted to have a delicious meal.
She drank sheep blood before, and the taste was so indescribable that she would drink it if she could.
So much so that she has been hungry since she became a vampire. Except for the cup she drank in the castle last time, that cup of extremely sweet blood made her even more intolerable to sheep blood.
At this moment, the delicious food is in front of her, let her give up? Don't even think about it! Don't even think about it!
Grande felt that if he didn't still need this servant to make money to support himself, he would definitely suck her into a mummy!
Time passed minute by second. Seeing that Xihe was still sucking her, Ailand cursed, "I don't know whether to live or die." He grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed her gently. Xihe couldn't help but let go. Mouthed.
Lower vampires absorb the blood of higher vampires, and if they are not careful, there is a risk of death due to explosion.
As a second-generation vampire, Ailande is a more powerful being than the first-generation vampire. The power in her blood is simply not something that a small low-level vampire in Xihe can bear. Her lips were bitten to pieces in less than a minute.
Ireland frowned, opened her mouth, and put her palm in.
Xihe subconsciously bit it, but this time, no matter how hard she tried, the palm of her hand was like a soldering iron and her teeth were about to break, but she still couldn't bite.
She waved her arms, kicked her legs wildly, and struggled hard.
Ailand threw the person directly into the coffin and held her tightly with her hands and feet. Seeing her sobbing in pain, she couldn't help but regret. If she had known better, she wouldn't have given her so much to drink...
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Xihe didn't wake up until the evening of the next day. She looked at the carved ceiling and blinked: "Did I sleepwalk last night?"
In the space, the dog stretched out on all fours and snored while sleeping.
Xihe opened the quilt, got up from the bed and walked to the window. The gentle evening breeze blew her hair. She closed her eyes and felt the wind gently caressing her cheeks.
"Little master, are you awake?"
Xihe opened his eyes, and the old housekeeper in the rose garden downstairs looked up, his eyes full of surprise.
Xihe leaned forward and said, "Brando, what do you have in your hand?"
At this moment, the sky is filled with sunset. Some slaves in the manor are helping to chop firewood, and some are twisting hemp rope. The smell of roasting ham comes from the direction of the kitchen, and children are chasing each other and playing.
The old housekeeper narrowed his eyes with a smile and raised the round watermelon in his hand: "This is the fruit Mr. Ireland bought in the town. It is said to be very delicious. I will cut it up and bring it to you later."
Just then, a man stood up among the flowers, took off his hat, and saluted her gracefully.
Xihe blinked. She didn't know why, but she found this Ailand very pleasing to her eyes now. It was white and tender, and looked particularly... delicious.
She purred and swallowed.
Downstairs, Ailande's face suddenly froze with a particularly good look.
This Frigga...
He gritted his teeth secretly.
Xihe didn't know that she had done something that made people hate her again. She couldn't stop chewing the watermelon at the moment. It was so, so delicious!
There were tears in her eyes, woo woo woo, she actually regained her sense of taste! Thank God, thank the unknown vampire, she no longer calls him a bastard, but he was willing to use so much blood to restore her sense of taste. She thanked his whole family.
Eiland, who was thanked by the whole family: ...Thank you, it’s not necessary.
However, at this moment, he inexplicably felt that the way she looked at the mutton leg while eating it was particularly cute, her cheeks were bulging, her mouth was stained with oil, and her purple eyes were bright and full of love.
The old butler fed the little master with a smile on his face, as if he was looking at a cute little pig.
As he watched, he couldn't help wiping his tears with his sleeves.
It’s not easy for his little master!
During the recent period, he has been pretending to be calm. He is afraid that people with evil intentions will know about the little master's blood-drinking habit. He is afraid that Leicester will send people to force the little master to sell the manor. The burning phenomenon... He secretly inquired with the old leader.
That was a truth he couldn't bear.
Fortunately, the little master is fine.
He happily put the roasted ham on it: "Little master, please try this."
