Chapter 935 The Blood Prince's Little Blood Servant (69)

Moore quickly dodged the attack.

That powerful force shattered one wall of the room.

Arthur also stood up slowly and gracefully. He turned his back to the light, his face was indifferent, but his aura was cold and threatening.

"I'm in a bad mood. I need a sandbag. You are more resistant to fighting."

Moore: I finally know why the butler looked at him with pity.

When Arthur was in a bad mood to play sandbags.

So brutal.

Moore couldn't afford to run away, but found that the room was blocked by magic.

Everyone in the entire blood empire knows it.

Arthur, who inherited the power of the ancestors, has an explosive force value.

No opponent at all.

Moore used all his strength to escape, and finally he was not disabled, but he was still pinched by Arthur with one hand and threw the sandbag several times.

In the end, he really had no strength, and lay in a room that looked like a ruin.

Arthur was finally in a better mood. He turned around and picked up the wine glass, standing on the half-remained balcony, watching the sunset.

"You are dismissed."

The prince couldn't bear his beating either, it was a waste.

Moore couldn't wait to stand up, and then stumbled out. He walked to the door and suddenly turned back and smiled maliciously.

"By the way, I handed over the information of your little blood servant to the elder's house. After all, it is a blood servant at the prince level, and it is a big deal to be suspected of being a spy."

Arthur turned around suddenly, "What did you say?"

Moore smiled, but the corners of his mouth twitched, "Arthur, what's wrong with you, you're just a blood servant. If it's a spy, it will be dealt with immediately, you won't feel bad."

Arthur immediately retorted, "Who cares, a humble human being."

Moore agreed, "Yes, it's just a mere human. No matter how good the blood is, if it is a traitor, it should be executed. The elders will send someone over to receive your blood servant in the past few days. You can just hand over the person."

After he finished speaking, he immediately turned around and left.

Arthur raised his hand, and a murderous blood blade appeared, aimed at Moore's back.

But suddenly what Moore had said flashed through his mind.

You won't be distressed...

distressed.

He felt sorry for the low-status human who didn't know what to do and would only resist him?

The light blade in his hand disappeared.

He turned around and sat down again, and continued drinking with an expressionless face, but his fingers were shaking a little while holding the wine glass.

Bai Weiwei ate and drank well, and the food was not badly treated.

Although the water is cold, taking a cold shower is good for sobering up your mind, plus the system is playing Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf for free.

Ultraman vs. Little Monster.

Big head son, small head father.

Super Flying Man One Two Three Four.

It made her feel like she was back in childhood, and she actually enjoyed it.

The dark and quiet environment was completely stress-free for her.

The system hates that iron is not steel, "What kind of cartoons are you looking at, can you watch the rest except Ultraman?"

Bai Weiwei: "Then do you recommend one?"

System: "Peppa Pig."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

It feels no difference.

System: "You've been shut down for a few days. Your favorability and green bars haven't risen, so cheer up."

Bai Weiwei looked at Peppa Pig, laughed and said, "This is not to wait for the information that I had a grudge against vampires when I was a child to be exposed, it will only be credible if Arthur finds it out himself."

The system was anxious, "He didn't check at all."

Bai Weiwei: "Don't worry, I cry a few more times, and if I have a few more nightmares, he will become suspicious and go check it out. By then, his favorability will definitely increase."

Just finished speaking, the system reminds.

"The master is here."

The happy expression on Bai Weiwei's face disappeared, her body curled up, as pale, haggard and tired.

After taking a cold shower, my face is as pale as ever.

In the dark, the sound of the door opening was so obvious.

Arthur walked in a little sluggishly, and his blood pupils were filled with repressed emotions, as if they were about to explode at any time.