Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 937 The Little Blood Servant of the Blood Prince (72)

  The pride of the prince does not allow him to have the slightest sympathy for a human being who resists him.

   This is a coward.

  He hates being manipulated by unknown emotions, making his cold, hard heart that no one can shake, becoming a captive of those inexplicable feelings.

  So...he wants to give up Bai Weiwei.

  The human beings suspected of being spies who were taken away all ended up dead, without exception.

  Outside the huge stone balcony, in the cold moonlight, the vampires of the Elder House were wearing black hooded robes.

  A petite figure walked out of the castle wearing a skirt prepared by Liz and a long cloak.

  She staggered, her long curly hair fluttering with her steps.

  The moonlight casts a crystal clear beauty on her face.

  She seemed to be aware of it, and looked up, a pair of beautiful brown eyes, a lot lighter under the moonlight, just like amber honey.

  Her eyes were extremely calm, there was no fear, no regrets, and no regrets begging for mercy.

   Even, she took the initiative to walk towards those gods of death, and then stretched out her slender and weak hands to let them be handcuffed.

   Arthur got up suddenly, walked to the edge of the balcony, and stared at her horribly.

  She finally realized that someone was staring at him.

  Bai Weiwei looked up again and saw him standing on the balcony, a blood race with long silver hair, looking down at her, like a **** looking at an ant from above.

  There was a slight fluctuation in her eyes, a fragile nostalgia, struggling pain, and an imperceptible... envy.

   These are just moments of emotion.

   She was suppressed in a blink of an eye, and she lowered her head a little uncomfortable. She didn't know what to think, but she smiled with relief.

  This smile is so easy.

   It seems that going to die is a relief for her.

   Then she didn't look back, and left with those blood races.

   The blood car left the castle.

   slowly disappeared before Arthur's eyes.

   Arthur was stiff for a long time before he realized that his fingers had crushed the stone railing on the balcony.

  He turned around suddenly and violently, and continued to drink in a difficult mood.

  But for some reason, her relieved smile kept coming to mind.

   Doesn't she know that she is going to die?

  How can I still laugh.

  It seems that she is very happy to leave him, even if it is death.

   But what does her last look mean?

  Arthur squeezed the wine glass, lowered his head, his fingers trembling all the time.

   Until dawn he still couldn't figure out why.

   And because he drank too much wine, he finally felt drunk, he didn't resist the erosion of the magic power of the wine, and let this drunkenness drag him down.

   In a trance, the sun shines in.

  A white figure fell into his arms lightly like a butterfly.

  He looked up in surprise, but saw Bai Weiwei looking at him with a smile, "Arthur, do you like me?"

   Arthur stared blankly at her for a long time, and couldn't help reaching out to touch her face.

  What a docile face, white and lovely.

   This is his little pet.

  He couldn't help but nodded, "If you are obedient, I like you."

  Bai Weiwei suddenly lowered her head.

  She leaned against his neck and murmured softly: "Am I good?"

   Arthur reached out and stroked her hair, and smiled softly, "Very good."

  Bai Weiwei: "Then do you like me?"

   Arthur: "I like it."

  Like to become vulnerable, cowardly, and he hates himself who is so indecisive.

  【Ding, the hero's favorability is sixty. 】

  (end of this chapter)