Chapter 934 The Blood Prince's Little Blood Servant (68)

Arthur didn't say a word, but still didn't mean to let her retire.

Liz knew he was asking for more information.

She thought about it for a while before answering carefully: "Miss did not refuse food, nor did she show too intense emotions."

Arthur was silent for a moment, "What else?"

Liz said hesitantly, "She seems to be a little cold. After all, the environment in the bottom dungeon is extremely humid and cold, which is very bad for humans."

Suddenly a cup smashed violently to the ground.

"Did she not regret what she did, or beg for mercy by calling my name?"

Liz kept going around the curve, not daring to say too much.

Just for fear of Arthur asking this question.

Because of that blood servant, he was terribly hard-hearted.

In such a silent, almost lightless environment, how many powerful humans entered.

It won't last for a few days, and the spirit will be unbearable.

But in the past few days, she has not shown a trace of regret and discomfort.

She was jealous and hated her at first, and felt that human beings were too fragile and mediocre to stand beside the noble and perfect Prince Arthur.

Now only admiration.

Another glass smashed to the ground, and Arthur said grimly, "She eats and sleeps well, do you think I won't punish her?"

The last time she was kind to the nightmare, made him feel panic, so he didn't go to the dungeon for a few days later.

He clearly wanted to torture her all the time.

But I can only hide here and drink.

Liz immediately flattered and said, "The environment of the dungeon is not suitable for human habitation. It is estimated that in a month, the cold will be so cold that she will not be able to hold on to death, and living in the dungeon, the cold will torture her body like ice thorns, causing her to suffer. Very painful."

Arthur just got the wine bottle in his hand and crushed it.

He lowered his head, messy silver hair covering his dark red eyes.

"...It's all so painful, and she still refuses to say a word to me for mercy. It seems that her heart against the blood clan is strong."

He sneered.

"Even if you call my name..."

His tone weakened, and it turned out to be like a pleading, with a few traces of pitiful grievances.

Every time he sinks into self-pity, the room starts to break down.

Think of those blood races and humans who died tragically.

Liz took the opportunity to retire.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she walked out of the depressing room.

Now she is no longer jealous and envious of Bai Weiwei.

Following such a killing god, one day he might even lose his life.

Mohr, wearing a bandage, walked over to Arthur with a gentle smile, took a new glass very spontaneously, and poured himself a drink.

"Why, in such a bad mood? Who messed with you?"

Arthur glanced at him casually, "Not dead yet."

It's a pity that the tone can't be said.

Moore's smile deepened, and he lowered his head and approached him.

"What, what about your blood servant? What about the sweet and sweet little cutie who appeared in the rebel army?"

Arthur raised his head, and in his cold red eyes, Moore's sinister face was reflected.

"I heard that you locked her up, do you suspect that she is a spy of the rebel army? Instead of getting your hands dirty, it is better to hand her over to me. I am good at extorting confessions by torture."

Arthur's face was expressionless, and he said in a low voice, "Do you know why I want to see you?"

Moore smiled softly, "Because I'm your best friend."

Arthur shook his head, suddenly raised his hand, and a red circular magic circle appeared.

Mole's face changed, and he was really going to be crippled when he was hit by this kind of power.

Although the blood race can always regenerate, if it is hit by the power of magic like Arthur, there is absolutely no possibility of recovery.