Chapter 943 The Blood Prince's Little Blood Servant (78)

This sentence made her look calm, and the shallow and steady breathing sounded.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief before lowering his head and kissing her soft and beautiful hair with a surprisingly gentle expression.

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

But thinking of the doctor's words, he resisted the urge to draw the curtains.

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

The blood of the prince level, although it has the function of repairing the human body.

But if it is too weak for human beings.

Short-term results can be achieved, but it is based on the overdraft of life.

That is to say, the more he feeds her blood, the more short-lived she will be in the future.

For the immortal blood race, human beings are too fragile.

And she needed sunlight, and the days in the dungeon exacerbated the weakness of her body.

She needs a bright and stable environment.

Arthur had never been so careful to raise such a young girl.

Lest her fragile, soft, slender and beautiful life disappear because of her carelessness.

Liz bent her body and silently appeared behind Arthur.

"His Royal Highness, all the materials for the trial have been brought, and the secretary is waiting outside."

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

Such a prince is terribly sticky.

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

Arthur turned his head and changed his expression.

He got up neatly and walked out, with a cold pride on his face.

The clerk was afraid to speak out about the process of the trial.

Arthur's face was cold, "That is to say, she did not join the rebel army, but just entered the party by mistake, and then you deliberately sent her to die."

The secretary did not dare to say a word.

This decision is not something that small shrimp like theirs can make.

Wasn't this the ruling of the Prince of More?

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

Clerk: Baby, you even sent to trial, and you changed your face too quickly.

He trembled and replied, "Your Highness, this is not something we can decide."

Arthur continued to ask, as if he hadn't heard him, "Her parents, what's the matter?"

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

Arthur's face darkened more than half, "Nothing is checked, and her crime will be sentenced."

The secretary trembled with fright, "Your Highness, when you sent someone to trial, didn't you acquiesce to let her die?"

Humans were dragged to judgment by the blood race, and almost all of them died.

Even wronged people will die.

Because human beings are too lowly, death does not matter at all.

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

Arthur also thought of this, and the discomfort of a needle pierced his body.

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

Suddenly, a familiar, sweet smell drifted across his nose.

Arthur turned his head immediately, only to see a light blue nightgown skirt flashing by on the stairs in the hall.

It was the nightgown that Bai Weiwei was wearing.

Did she hear it all?

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

A hand passed over her shoulder, propped against the door, and locked her in one embrace.

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