Ireland didn't hate this little servant, and even thought she was naughty and cute occasionally, but he disapproved of the fact that she actually coveted him.
He is a second-generation vampire, the most powerful of all vampires and the best among them.
In his memory, there were only endless killings, battles, and the darkness after sleeping, but she was beautiful, cute, and liked those colorful jewelry, food, and was immersed in small human hobbies.
It is true that in endless years, he accidentally learned these boring things, but he didn't like it.
These things were just things that he used to entertain himself in his boring years. He had no desire in his heart, and he had no obsession with anything. But since he woke up next to her, he saw her constantly struggling for these mundane things.
He improved the food for the slaves, brought back the tribesmen, went to Leicester's mansion to attend a banquet, and in the end almost got killed.
She seemed to have endless energy in her body, constantly breaking his cognition, making noises all day long, and having the audacity to get angry at him and even dare to bite him... Ailand raised her hand and touched her lips.
The wound has long since healed, but the tearing sensation seems to still exist.
He took a deep breath and put down his hand. Although it would hurt her heart, he still had to firmly reject her. They were not suitable.
Ailand went downstairs and poured a glass of water in the living room. He saw the old housekeeper instructing the servants to move things, so he asked casually. Who knew that the housekeeper said that Frigga had taken it to sell it.
His face darkened, this woman didn't listen to him!
The box in his hand was robbed, and the old housekeeper was at a loss.
"Mr. Ireland, this is what the young master ordered to be sent to the city. You..."
With a serious face, Ireland put the box on the table: "Don't touch anything in the house!" He turned around and strode to the vineyard. He wanted to ask her why she didn't keep her word.
Ireland walked to the vineyard under the scorching sunshine, and sure enough she saw her holding a black umbrella, standing by the field ridge.
Several farm slaves were standing aside, introducing matters related to grape cultivation conscientiously. She nodded from time to time and seemed to be having a very happy chat.
For some reason, he felt even more depressed and strode over: "Frigga!"
The slaves saluted him one after another. Xihe glanced at him and then looked away, indicating to the slaves to continue: "What happens after filling in the fertilizer?"
Ailand's face turned even darker. Couldn't this woman hear herself calling her? The slaves were caught in the middle and could not help but tremble. Xihe had no choice but to wave and let them go to work.
The slaves dispersed in a hurry.
Xihe held an umbrella and walked slowly past Ailande.
She always had the ability to arouse the anger in his heart with just one look or movement. He grabbed her hand and said, "Frigga!"
The body was slightly tilted, the scorching sunlight was shining down, and red marks instantly appeared on her arms, but Xihe didn't care. She looked at the man who frowned and looked like she was making trouble again: "Mr. Eiland, what's wrong? Already?"
Ireland immediately asked her why she didn't abide by the agreement and still sold antiques?
He said: "I can support you!"
Xihe tilted his head: "I know, but I can't let you support my whole family."
Ireland didn't care: "I can afford it."
Xihe blinked his eyes, and suddenly leaned forward, looking up at his pretty little face: "Why? I am your servant, they are not, Ailand..."
She grabbed his collar with her little hands, pulled him towards her, and stared at his slightly parted lips.
"Are you attracted to me?"
Ellender's face suddenly turned red, and she took two steps back suddenly, glaring at her: "Frigga, what nonsense are you talking about? I told you last night, I..."
Xihe turned around and left: "Then you take care of me!"
Ireland:? ? ?
He chased after him calmly: "What do you mean?"
Xihe walked elegantly and said in a soft voice: "Mr. Ireland, just because you are willing to be a bachelor, it doesn't mean that I have to imitate you. I also want to get married. Oh no, I can also marry into my wife."
"Your identity cannot be revealed, but if you help me without knowing it, what will other people think?"
"You will prevent me from finding a good husband."
Ellender stood there in shock, he had never thought of this.
Xihe glanced at it, his lips slightly hooked, how long can you keep pretending? mock up.
Since he promised Ireland last night to return the things, Xihe had to ask the servant to return the money Lester sent back. Lester immediately clenched his hands when he saw it.
Auro was a little worried: "Duke, look..."
He was a little confused. Wasn't Frigga the one who killed them? Why did the Duke still want to make a deal with her.
And in his opinion, those antiques are not worth that much money at all. Their Duke's Palace has a lot of such things. Moreover, Frigga actually returned the money!
Could it be that the Duke fell in love with Frigga? He guessed in his mind.
But compared with the petite and cute Miss Alice, the stunning Frigga is indeed the best.
The beauty, figure, and ability are all beyond comparison with the frail Miss Alice.
Lester stared straight at the box, and suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth: "Go and see when the King of Barcelona will arrive?" Do you really think he will just sit back and wait for death?
Auro saluted hurriedly and hurried to the door.
Xihe had no idea that Lester was preparing a shocking conspiracy, but she was not idle either.
On the one hand, she was tidying up the manor and letting the Simon children study. The older ones were given a sum of money to go out and make a living, or do whatever they wanted. On the other hand, she kept pestering Ireland and took a bite when she saw the opportunity.
If a vampire wants to become stronger, in addition to possessing high-level weapons, it also needs to suck the blood of high-level vampires.
This is how Leicester became stronger in his previous life. He absorbed Ellender's blood and killed a third-generation vampire with one move. So, Ellender is really strong.
With a treasure trove around him, Xihe would certainly not look far away from what is near.
During the day, she was cold and indifferent to Ellende, and she disliked him for delaying her search for a second love. At night, she stopped people from letting him go, forcing them to suck a few mouthfuls of blood.
Now Xihe can stand in the sun without holding an umbrella.
But she felt it was not enough. Sooner or later, they and Lester would have a big battle, and she had to be stronger.
One of the people involved, Ireland, had nothing to say about this.
He had a vague feeling that he was being played. This woman was so abominable!
How, how could she do this to him?
Ailand's whole body was filled with heat, and somewhere he was ready to stir up trouble. He tried to force him to do justice on the spot several times, but someone didn't know what danger was, and just pawed at him like an octopus. Can't pull it off...
Ireland looked to the sky speechlessly. Did he owe her in his previous life?
belch--
Xihe was full.
She let go of him without any hesitation, then straightened her clothes, like a prostitute who had just finished: "Good night, Mr. Ireland, I wish you a good dream tonight."
He opened the door and returned to the room leisurely.
Gouzi gave a thumbs up: "As for dogs, I'm not as good as you." It's so unconscionable.
Xihe shrugged: "Can you blame me? It's because he is stubborn. Even if the meat is put into his mouth, he still refuses to eat it. He must say that this is inappropriate for us and that is inappropriate. He deserves it."
She must suck blood to become stronger, but he is unwilling to do so. What does this have to do with her?
After Xihe finished absorbing the blood, he lay on the bed and fell asleep soon.
Across a wall, Ailand stared at the dark ceiling and couldn't fall asleep. Although he had long since stopped wanting to sleep, he usually would lie on the bed and close his eyes to rest, but tonight he was too restless to calm down.
Suddenly, he sat up and went into the bathroom barefoot for a long time before coming out.
Early the next morning, Xihe didn't see Airland at the dining table, and she didn't care. Anyway, this guy would be twisted for a long time after sucking blood, but... Xihe suddenly laughed softly, and she almost forgot that she had met him at the beginning. His look.
Walking around the entire manor as usual, Xihe walked to the flower room.
Grande wore a loose white shirt and black trousers, and was mixing perfume with her eyes intently, her expression focused and her movements elegant.
The perfume he made was expensive, but because of its exceptionally pleasant smell, countless ladies and ladies flocked to it. Even if a small bottle cost hundreds of gold coins, their enthusiasm did not diminish.
On the contrary, due to scarcity, many people queued up and couldn't buy it, and kept urging them to be stocked.
Xihe walked over, put his head on his neck, showed his sharp teeth, and bit down.
Ailand paused with his hand, then turned his head slightly, but his eyes were fixed on the movements of his hand.
Xihe'gudonggudong' knows the taste by eating the marrow.
After drinking enough, Xihe let go, and the wound on it healed quickly.
Xihe looked at the man who was still working hard on making perfume and raised his eyebrows, yo, what's going on? Wouldn't it usually explode already?
Of course, this does not mean that Grande is explosive and angry. He is still very gentlemanly and elegant in front of outsiders.
Maybe it was because she was too pushy, uh, or maybe they were honest with each other and knew the details, so he rarely pretended to be in front of her and showed his true face.
Manic, cold, and even a little bit indulgent towards her.
But today, it’s too quiet, isn’t it? Has he been defeated by her shamelessness? Decided to give up resistance?
Xihe's eyes lit up, he bent down and suddenly put his face under his eyelids: "Hey."
Ireland glanced at her, turned her little head away, and continued to play with the spices.
His fingers are slender and very flexible. Through his hands, the flowers and condiments are transformed into a strong-smelling perfume bit by bit, and dripped from the vessel into the glass bottle.
Xihe leaned over again: "Lord Alander?"
Ireland looked intently.
Xihe got into his arms, put her arms around his neck, and pressed her soft body against his broad chest. She sniffed here and there, making Ailande's eyelids jump.
Xihe opened his mouth, curiously studied his teeth, and muttered: "They're not big, why do they get so long when biting someone?"
Eiland: ...speeded up the movements of his hands.
Xihe's fingers touched the raised Adam's apple, the hard chest, and probed into the little head... Aileide suddenly picked him up, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them fell on the bed.
It was dusk outside the house, the setting sun shone in, and the big roses were delicate and beautiful.
Ailand leaned over and placed his arms on both sides of her. His eyes were so red that they turned black and dark, and the rolling flames were so deep that they could burn people.
His cold face became demonic, and his eyes were dark red, making his skin look like cold jade.
His slender fingers touched Xihe's neck, and he raised his lips slightly: "I told you not to mess with me, but you just didn't listen." His fingertips rubbed the back of her neck.
A shiver ran from the back of his neck to his tailbone, and Xihe shivered uncontrollably.
"So, so what?"
"so……"
Ailande's eyes became darker: "Don't cry later."
Xihe's eyes lit up, and Ailand paused, suddenly feeling a little regretful. Is this a punishment or a reward? However, there is no room for retreat when the arrow is on the string.
With a wave of his hand, the window suddenly closed, and the curtains blocked the indoor scene.
The waist in her hand was thin and soft, and the woman above her was like a beautiful banshee. Her every move and every smile was charming. Ellender looked at her infatuatedly.
The woman leaned forward, held his face in her hands, and exchanged a passionate and passionate kiss.
She gasped in his ear: "Lord Ireland, the Marquis of Bosch has invited me to attend his birthday party tomorrow night. Do you think I should go or not?"
Ailand got angry instantly and pinched her face: "Don't go!"
Xihe smiled sweetly, and her voice was as touching as a silver bell: "But I still want to get married. Marquis Bosch is tall and powerful, handsome, and he has been pursuing me for so long. I think he is a good person...ah!" "
Ailand was so angry that he simply blocked her chattering mouth.
Xihe hit him on the shoulder: "I, I'm going to die!"
Ireland said fiercely: "Tell me again, who is good?" She dared to mention other men in his bed, she was too courageous!
Xihe clung to his shoulder and said in a broken voice: "If it's not the Marquis of Bosch, then who is it? Is it you, sir?" Great joy rose from her body, she whimpered and bit his shoulder.
Ailand forced her to look at her: "Say!"
Xihe was powerless and stared at him, his eyes moving as seductively as silk: "Your Excellency, I am so high above you. I am just your servant. How can I be so high up?"
She was rude and unforgiving, but Ruyu's legs were wrapped around the man like a snake.
Ailande was angry and funny, and patted her little face: "Can't you say something I like to hear with this mouth?" Before Xihe could start scolding, he begged for mercy in a low voice, "Just think I'm wrong, don't be angry. Um?"
Xihe rolled his eyes wildly and said, "Just take it." He really knows how to apologize.
The Lord Vampire, who was aloof and accustomed to being sought after by others, was unwilling to bow his head.
Seeing Xihe's reluctance, she had no choice but to do other things, so that she no longer had the heart to think about these details.
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The old butler stood by the door, looking at the lush vineyards outside the manor.
The servant looked at the food that was cold again and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Butler, should you reheat it or make a new one?"
The old housekeeper looked at the beautiful sunset in the sky. It was already the afternoon of the second day: "Let's do it later."
In the room, Xihe finally woke up. She opened her eyes and met a pair of eyes that were as dazzling as rubies. She leaned forward and kissed her: "Good morning, Mr. Ireland."
Ireland's eyes were dark: "Good morning, Mrs. Frigga."
