Chapter 317 Good Night, My Blood Majesty (9)
The silver hair of His Majesty the Blood Race contained a cool temperature.
The girl's face was pressed against it, and she could clearly feel the warmth and coolness.
After bumping into it, Feng Qian took a few steps back and raised his hand to touch his forehead.
His Majesty the Blood Race turned around with some doubts in his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Qian blinked his eyes and put his little hands behind his back.
"nothing."
The girl's voice is small.
Yiluo looked at the girl with lavender eyes, and then gradually moved up to the girl's forehead.
After a pause, His Majesty the Blood Race said softly: "Does it hurt?"
Feng Qian blinked.
Shaking his head, "It doesn't hurt."
His Majesty the Blood Race took another serious look at the girl, and then, a faint "hmm" came out of his throat.
Turn around and keep going.
Arrived at the North Hall.
His Majesty the Blood Race said to the girl, "You can choose any of the rooms here."
Feng Qian nodded, "Okay."
"Then... where does His Majesty live?"
the girl asked instead.
Yiluo was stunned for a moment, glanced at the girl, and said calmly: "The room you entered just now."
Feng Qian nodded, and was puzzled: "But...that room is an ice bed..."
His Majesty the Blood Race glanced at the girl indifferently, and patiently explained: "I'm used to it."
used to sleep.
Waking up today was a surprise.
His majesty the blood clan lowered his eyes.
The beautiful long eyelashes covered the lavender eyes.
The faint light in the hall shone down, reflecting His Majesty's white and snowy skin.
Feng Qian thought for a while, and said, "Your Majesty can also live in a normal room."
Hearing the sound, His Majesty the Blood Race paused.
There was a faint gleam in the lavender eyes.
half an hour.
He whispered a word, "Okay."
"Come up to the second floor with me."
His Majesty the Blood Race said lightly.
"Um."
The girl looked at the snow-white figure in front of her, and obediently followed behind.
There are many rooms on the second floor.
His Majesty the Blood Race glanced back at the girl behind him quietly, and said softly, "The rooms here are all the same, you can choose one at will."
Feng Qian nodded, pushed open the nearest door, and walked in slowly.
His Majesty the Blood Race glanced at the girl indifferently, paused, and followed her in.
The room is huge.
A large bed covered with snow-white sheets.
The tones of the room are all white and flawless, which makes you feel like you have strayed into a fairyland.
Different from the dull colors outside.
Feng Qian took a look and said, "Then I will live here."
His Majesty the Blood Race behind him lowered his eyes and said softly, "Yes."
A nice voice is never full of emotion, or maybe it is so that people can't hear the emotion.
Kindred are born in a corner of darkness.
Silver hair and red eyes, born from blood sucking, like a messenger of the dark night.
But the Blood Race Majesty in front of him gave people a different feeling.
Pure, without blemishes.
Silver hair looks like broken silver, eyes are not ordinary red, but noble and mysterious lavender.
It will vaguely give people an illusion that the other party is not a blood race.
It has nothing to do with darkness.
Also has a great temper.
The girl broke into the North Hall privately, and instead of condemning the crime, His Majesty the Blood Clan brought the girl to the main hall himself.
For the first time ever again, he took the girl as his servant.
Thinking of the identity of the blood servant, Feng Qian couldn't help blinking, and looked at the slender and beautiful blood majesty in front of him.
The girl tilted her head slightly, and asked softly, "So...does Your Majesty want to drink my blood?"
It doesn't matter if the shards are going to drink, being blood sucked.
Just keep the amount in check.
The Blood Race Majesty in front of him trembled slightly with his beautiful long eyelashes.
There was a hint of astonishment in the lavender eyes.
half an hour.
He said coldly: "I...don't need to drink blood."