"Brother, he's really amazing..."

Vampires: ...

Gris seems to be at odds with you and is always targeting you, so you often retaliate against Gris.

Because of Zhuang Fengli's orders, all living beings outside the castle dared to act recklessly towards Nanzhi.

Oh, I see.

We asked Zhuang Fengli.

The key point is that we have never seen a single wound on Nan Zhi's body. There are often none, only scrapes and bruises, and no trace of being a blood slave who has been fed on.

Sometimes you would bang the drum next to Gris while he was sleeping, and as soon as he woke up, you would turn around and run away.

Every time I call your name, I only say two words.

Eight-year-old Nanzhi hasn't grown up ugly; you're still cute and adorable, and you don't yet have a head of beautiful blonde hair that reaches your waist. Every time Ariel offers to cut it shorter, you agree.

It's simply unbelievable.

However, we smiled mischievously and said, "Gris is chasing you; you can hide in his coffin for a while."

Because every time Gris went to Arya to complain, he would get a reply like that.

The nobles became suspicious.

That's really going too far.

Zhuang Fengli felt like she had conjunctivitis and stared at the baby with intense jealousy.

But the baby wasn't scared at all. Instead, he gave me a mischievous, defiant smile, then wrapped his arms around Zhuang Fengli's neck, nuzzled my cheek, and called out in a soft, sweet voice, "Brother~"

"come over."

You dare to go into any room that any vampire would dare to go into.

It doesn't look like you're teasing a pet at all.

No wonder they worship him as the progenitor of vampires.

You're incredibly cowardly. We vampires dare to look Arya in the eye, but you do.