Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 943 The Little Blood Servant of the Blood Prince (78)

   These words calmed her down, and her shallow and steady breathing sounded.

   Arthur breathed a sigh of relief before he lowered his head and kissed her soft and beautiful hair, with a surprisingly gentle expression.

  The light of the day made him uncomfortable and fascinated his eyes.

   But thinking of what the doctor said, he still resisted the urge to pull the curtains.

  The doctor said he could no longer force her to drink his own blood.

  Prince-level blood, although it has the function of repairing the body for humans.

  But if it is too weak for human beings.

  It can be effective in the short term, but it is based on the overdraft of life.

   That is to say, the more he feeds her blood, the shorter her life will be in the future.

  Human beings are too fragile for the eternal blood race.

   And she needs sunlight, the days in the dungeon exacerbated her physical weakness.

  She needs a bright and stable environment.

  Arthur had never raised such a young girl with such care.

   I'm afraid that her fragile, soft, slender and beautiful life will disappear because of her carelessness.

  Liz bent her body and silently appeared behind Arthur.

   "Your Highness, all the materials for the interrogation have been brought, and the clerk is waiting outside."

   Arthur took the documents, he clasped Bai Weiwei's fingers, kissed her and said softly, "I'll be back later."

   Such a prince is terribly sticky.

   What's even more frightening is that the girl who was glued didn't wake up at all.

   Arthur turned his head and changed his expression.

  He got up quickly and walked out, with a cold arrogance on his face.

  The clerk fearfully told the story of the original interrogation.

  Arthur's face was cold, "In other words, she didn't join the rebel army, but just entered the meeting place by mistake, and then you sent her to die on purpose."

  The clerk dared not say anything.

  This decision is not something small shrimp like them can make.

   Isn't this the ruling of Prince More?

  Arthur snorted coldly, "I'm so kind to you, I know it's my baby, yet I dare to treat her like this."

   Clerk: Baby, you are still being sent to trial, and you have changed your face too quickly.

  He replied tremblingly: "Your Highness, this is not something we can decide."

  As if he didn't hear what he said, Arthur continued to ask: "Her parents, what's going on?"

   Clerk: "It seems that he was killed by a blood clan. We haven't investigated yet."

   Arthur's face darkened more than half, "I didn't investigate anything, and I sentenced her to a crime."

  The clerk trembled in fright, "Your Highness, when you sent someone to trial, didn't you let her die by default?"

  Human beings were dragged to trial by the blood race, and almost all of them died.

   Even if you are wronged, you will die.

  Because human beings are too humble to die.

  So when Arthur sent the person, they thought he was going to kill her, even if they knew that the girl was not a rebel, they still had to deal with her.

   Arthur also thought of this, and a **** of needles came to his body.

  He frowned, thought for a while with a cold face, and was about to raise his hand to kill these clerks.

  Suddenly, a familiar sweet smell wafted through the tip of his nose.

  Arthur turned his head immediately, but saw a light blue nightgown skirt flashing past on the stairs in the hall.

   That was the nightgown that Bai Weiwei was wearing.

  She heard it all?

  Bai Weiwei's footsteps were a little weak, she just ran into the corridor, before pushing open the door of the room.

  A hand passed just above her shoulder, propped on the door, and locked her in one of his arms.

  Bai Weiwei turned around and found Arthur standing in front of her. His face was still expressionless, but his thin lips were tight, as if he was enduring something.

  (end of this chapter)