Chapter 988 The Little Blood Servant of the Blood Prince (129)

Bai Weiwei nodded and watched him walk out quickly.

Then she immediately said, "Hurry up, buy some oil or something, and set yourself on fire."

This time is a race against time.

The system reminded, "The vampire's physique is flammable. You hold a candle and light it, and it will burn instantly. No gasoline is needed at all."

Bai Weiwei immediately rushed to the table and picked up the candlestick on the table.

Grab your hair and you're about to set fire to it.

Hair is the most flammable.

As a result, just as the firelight touched her hair, a pale and strong finger firmly clasped the back of her hand.

The firelight on the candlestick almost burned my hair.

But Bai Weiwei couldn't move.

The Prince behind him said in a calm and cold voice, "Weiwei, what are you doing?"

Bai Weiwei stiffened her neck and reluctantly turned her head.

Sure enough, he saw Arthur's gloomy face, with distorted storms in his eyes.

He said angrily, "Are you planning to set yourself on fire?"

Bai Weiwei: "Actually, I just think this candlestick is very beautiful, just pick it up and enjoy it."

This excuse is still mentally retarded to willful.

Arthur didn't explode, but suppressed for a long time before slowly opening her fingers and taking the candlestick away from her hand.

"This thing is more dangerous to you, don't touch it in the future."

His voice softened, but his eyes were still terrifyingly dark.

Then he sent servants in and took all the candlesticks away.

Most of the candlesticks are used by blood clans to decorate the castle.

There is electric lighting, and it doesn't matter if you lose the candlestick.

Then he closed the door tightly, and he personally guarded and fed her blood.

His expression was terribly cold, and although his movements were gentle, they carried an undeniable compulsion.

Bai Weiwei felt that the degree of his blackening seemed to have deepened again.

Arthur's tone was gentle, "I ordered to go down and order a larger coffin. If you are tired, you can sleep with me."

Bai Weiwei resisted when she heard the coffin, "I'll just sleep on the bed."

"Sometimes you have to sleep longer, the coffin is stronger."

Arthur looked up at her, his voice soft and dark.

"I know that if you are forced to change your identity, you will not be able to accept it. I know it all."

Bai Weiwei struggled hard, trying to make him normal, "It's okay, I quite accept it."

Arthur looked at her coldly, and then he couldn't help showing a mocking smile.

"It's true that it was difficult for you to accept this identity at the beginning, so you were a little depressed, and you did such an irrational thing as self-immolation. You accepted it after we slept together for a few years."

Coffins have special magical powers.

Force her to sleep for a few years, and she will gradually be brainwashed to accept the identity of a blood race.

In the past, some human beings could not accept the identity of the blood race, and committed suicide due to depression.

So Arthur was not surprised that Bai Weiwei set herself on fire.

After all, how much she hates the blood race, he knows it very well.

He had been guarding against her for a long time, so he quickly turned back just as he walked out.

Then I saw with my own eyes that her expression was indifferent, and her fingers didn't even shake, and she planned to set herself on fire.

Arthur sank emotionally, sank to hell.

He took out the injection, which was the medicine he brought from the rebel army.

The rebel army has the advantage of dealing with the vampires for a long time, so they have researched a lot of drugs against the vampires.

Anesthetics are used one by one.

Otherwise, this group of humans couldn't have survived for so long under the attack of the blood race.

Once the peace treaty is negotiated, he will also get part of the rebel army's medicine.

Bai Weiwei's face changed when she saw the injection in his hand.