Chapter 928 The Blood Prince's Little Blood Servant (59)

Jesse immediately said: "If you like someone, you can think about him all the time, and you will feel uncomfortable when you are away from him, as if you have lost the most important thing. Whether it is in your heart or mind, it is that person's. shadow."

When she said this, she bowed her head humbly, "I have such feelings for His Highness."

After that, she was going to kiss his feet.

The kissing of feet is the lowest and most despicable way of salute among the blood clan.

If one person does this kind of salute to another person.

Not outright humiliation.

It is total surrender.

"Like it?" Arthur stood up suddenly, biting these two words hard and hard.

Murderous.

Jesse kissed the floor, nearly knocking her teeth out.

And Arthur turned around and left, casually instructing others, "The despicable human beings who approach the prince without authorization, are not qualified to appear in the rose blood banquet, the stowaways, hang."

Jesse froze for a moment, but didn't respond.

It's all his own fault.

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

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

Like a blood servant.

Just because her blood is delicious, how could he have such unreasonable feelings for humble humans.

He picked up the wine and drank several glasses.

It was found that the shadow of Bai Weiwei could not be erased from his mind.

Arthur's face was ugly, he 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 enough to eat?"

A series of questions.

Arthur frowned.

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

Moore, one of the three princes.

He lived much longer than him.

More's brows and eyes are soft and gorgeous, and he is obviously better tempered than Arthur's sharp and delicate.

Arthur's bloody eyes were extremely cold, "If you don't kill those anti-blood bugs, how can you take care of me?"

Moore has been in charge of tracking the rebellion of the anti-bloods, and is very busy, rarely appearing at banquets.

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 you, an anorexic, with a stone heart."

Arthur stretched out his pale, firm fingers, clasped his white shirt collar, and strangled him.

He lowered his blood-red eyes indifferently, and there was an incomparably cold killing intent inside.

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

The only thing that can kill the vampire is fire.

Only the first seven days of a newborn are afraid of the sun.

There was a tinge of excitement in Moore's serpent-like eyes.

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

Arthur's fingers suddenly crushed his throat.

The sound of bones breaking is extremely permeating.

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

Arthur threw him to the ground and picked up the tissue next to him to wipe his hands in disgust.

"Listen to me, my blood servant is marked with my mark, whoever dares to attack her, I will make that guy die ugly."

Middle two domineering words.

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

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