Willy was thus awakened, watched groggily for a while, and then unconsciously fell asleep again.

Ha... Serves you right.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, the young master turned his back on everyone without any mercy.

It seems that Si Yuan has regained his rhythm and is able to hold his own against Dario for a while.

However, due to the overwhelming disadvantage, he was slammed to the ground, his head hitting the table with a sound that made one's teeth ache.

ah……

"Wait a moment."

Just as the werewolf's claws were already deeply embedded in Si Yuan's heart, about to rip it out, Vili suddenly interrupted lazily.

"..."

Despite his bloodshot eyes, Dario paused like a loyal soldier the moment he heard his voice, still holding Si Yuan down, his voice low and hoarse.

"Master...do you like him more?"

"Cough...cough cough..." Blood and foam gushed from his mouth, but Si Yuan laughed and tried to turn his head to look at Vili, "Young Master..."

He didn't say much, but his eyes seemed to say it all.

Willie glanced at the two of them, feeling utterly bewildered.

He snapped his fingers, and the scattered drawings on the table were neatly piled up and then handed to Willy.

“I’m just worried that his blood will stain Leisen’s painting.”

After all, he quite liked these things; even the drafts were much better than the professional painters the old butler hired every year.

"alright."

Vili stepped out of the coffin and nodded slightly to the two silent figures.

"You may continue."