Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 928 The Little Blood Servant of the Blood Prince (59)

Jesse immediately said: "Only when you like someone can you think about him all the time. When you leave him, you will feel uncomfortable, as if you have lost the most important thing. Whether it is in your heart or in your mind, it belongs to that person. shadow."

  When she said this, she bowed her head humbly, "That's how I feel about Your Highness."

   After speaking, she wanted to kiss his feet.

  The foot-kiss salute is the humblest and most despicable way of saluting in the blood clan.

  If a person makes this salute to another person.

   Not outright humiliating.

   is total surrender.

   "Like it?" Arthur stood up suddenly, and when he bit these two words, he was heavy and ruthless.

   Murderous aura boils.

  Jessie kisses the floor, nearly knocking out his teeth.

  And Arthur turned and left, and casually ordered others, "The lowly human who approached the prince without authorization, the stowaway who is not qualified to appear in the rose and blood banquet, hanged."

  Jessie froze for a moment, but hadn't responded yet.

   This is all his own crime.

  She had been dragged away by two guards, and after a while, there was a scream.

  Arthur's eyes were terribly cold, but his fingers were trembling.

   Likes a Golem.

   It's just because her blood tastes good, how could he have such unreasonable feelings for humble human beings.

  He picked up the wine and drank several glasses.

  I found that I still couldn't erase the shadow of Bai Weiwei in my mind.

   Arthur looked ugly, smashed the cup in his hand, then turned around and walked out.

  Suddenly, a soft and pleasant male voice sounded.

   "Arthur, why is your mood so unstable today? Isn't there a blood servant? Is it still not full?"

  A series of questions.

   made Arthur frown.

  He turned around and saw a short-haired young man in a white suit appearing behind him.

   is Moore, one of the three princes.

   He lived much longer than he did.

  Moore's eyebrows and eyes were soft and gorgeous. Compared with Arthur's sharp and delicate, he obviously had a better temper.

  Arthur's **** eyes were extremely cold, "If you don't kill those anti-blood bugs, how can you have time to take care of my business?"

  Moore has been in charge of tracking down the rebellion of the anti-blood race. He is very busy and rarely appears at the banquet.

  Moore smiled, "It's not that I heard that you have a blood servant who is favored by you recently, and I am a little curious about how delicious her blood is, so that it can impress the stone heart of you, an anorexic."

   Arthur stretched out his pale and strong fingers, buttoned the collar of his white shirt, and strangled his neck.

  His blood-red eyes drooped indifferently, filled with extremely cold killing intent.

   "Don't touch my people, or I will tear you to pieces and throw you into the flames."

  The only thing that can kill a vampire is flame.

  Only in the first seven days of the newborn baby, will they be afraid of the sun.

   There was a hint of excitement in Moore's long and venomous eyes.

   "It must be delicious for you to protect it like this."

   Arthur's fingers crushed his throat immediately.

  The sound of bones breaking was extremely penetrating.

   Moore couldn't struggle for a while, his strength was not as good as Arthur who was younger than him.

  Arthur threw him to the ground, and picked up the paper towel next to him to wipe his hands with disgust.

   "Listen to me, my blood servant has put my mark on it, whoever dares to get her idea, I will make that guy die ugly."

  The second overbearing words.

  Because of his strength, he appears extremely violent and real.

  Moore is a complete pervert, and also a collector, who likes to collect all kinds of girls with different flavors of blood.

  (end of this chapter)