Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Princess Mia didn't know how much Prince Rusfan expected her to wake up and leave as soon as possible.

But she knew that she was already an alien, an alien that could not awaken.

She was very depressed, felt miserable every day, and had no energy.

In order to avoid the strange looks cast by the vampires in the castle from time to time, she didn't want to go out more and more. She just wanted to hide in her attic, with the door closed, and be a complete tortoise.

As her blood servant, Mr. Drahera will naturally provide her with everything thoughtfully.

Then he stayed with her and stared at her depression quietly.

He really didn't seem to be in a hurry, like a cunning hunter, patiently waiting for his prey to take the bait.

one day……

Two days...

Three days...

A month has passed.

Finally, on this day, Mia, who was lying by the window looking out, suddenly stood up, fuming.

"Drahera!"

"What's wrong? My dear master."

"...What is that method?"

She put her hands on the window sill, her cheeks slightly bulging, extremely depressed.

Mr. Drahera raised his lips slightly, lowered his eyebrows and replied calmly: "Master, do you really want to know?"

"...I just want to listen!" she said stubbornly.

A strange light flashed through Mr. De La Hera's deep and eerie eyes.

"Master, actually Drahela thinks... this method is useful."

"What?" Mia turned to look at him.

Mr. De La Hera quickly dropped his eyes and smiled appropriately.

He said: "If the master really wants to know, then he needs to go to a place with me tonight."

"When we get there, if the master is willing, maybe tomorrow... he will be able to awaken."

His tone is gentle and gentlemanly, making people feel no discomfort at all.

It was as if he was really thinking about her, inducing her step by step.

"." Mia was suspicious, "Really?"

"Really. Drahera wouldn't lie to you."

"."

Well, it might as well go and check it out.

The innocent Mia murmured in her heart.

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late at night.

There are dead branches and shadows, and there are many shadows.

The castle was completely plunged into darkness and dead silence.

Only from time to time the bats flap their wings and flutter over the castle, like messengers of the night.

The cold, long and narrow stairs spiral downward from top to bottom, like a bottomless abyss with no end in sight.

The cold wind blew gusts, and the thin air was bone-chilling, as cold as an ice cellar. It hit us from all directions, chilling us from our skin to our bones.

There are no lights, no living things, nothing, and you can't even see where you are.

The girl who was standing slightly stiff at the entrance looked at the extending, bottomless staircase. She subconsciously shrank into the arms of the man next to her, hugging him tightly out of fear.

"Sir, what is this place? Why do you come here?"

She was wearing a soft, pure white nightgown, and her slender arms were exposed to the air, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Her weak body was like a lost rabbit, pitifully next to the man next to her, seeming to be particularly frightened.

The man gently picked her up and said, "Master, please don't be afraid. When we get down, you will know where this place is."

".But, I'm cold."

The girl felt aggrieved and seemed to want to shrink into his arms.