The man's entire pupils were red, and he exuded a chilling aura. With a slight exertion, he crushed the assassin's hand bones into fragments.

Then, without any hesitation, it was thrown five meters away into a tree, breaking the trunk, which was large enough for four people to hug, on the spot, emitting a wisp of white smoke.

The other assassins didn't know what had happened, but seeing their half-dead companion, their hearts jumped into their throats.

Having finally mustered the courage to take two steps forward, she immediately saw Song Linyuan's scarlet pupils, sharp fangs, and that seemingly gentle yet chilling smile.

"Vampire... vampire..."

"Didn't you say there would only be specimens?"

"Ahhh—the specimen has come back to life—"

Someone shouted in panic, and the assassins immediately scattered.

The progenitor of vampires who successfully guarded his food did not treat it roughly like other vampires.

Instead, she turned around, lowered her head and rested it against Si Jin's neck, gently swallowing the blood.

The next moment, his pupils lit up.

It's so sweet; it seems to be a rare "sweet blood," the best nourishment for vampires.

Song Linyuan took a deep breath, slowly raised his eyes, and made a "shh" gesture to Si Jin.

As he let go, he casually unbuttoned the top button of the boy's shirt, his fangs slowly brushing against his delicate collarbone.

The next moment, without hesitation, it pierced the skin.

"Um……"

The feeling of being sucked blood is somewhat strange; the blood in my body is rushing and boiling, inexplicably similar to...

"Hahaha." He was just offering himself to a ghost, what was he thinking?

Si Fengpi leaned back in his seat and chuckled softly.

It was a really... novel experience.

But Mo Linyuan was clearly starving, and even though he forced tears to the corners of Si Jin's eyes, she still wouldn't give in.

Half full is enough. Does he really think his blood is free?

If it weren't for the fact that you've been starving for a hundred years, I would have slapped you long ago!

Thinking of this, Si Jin immediately raised her hand and struck without hesitation.

But just as he swung his hand out, Song Linyuan grabbed his wrist.

His slender wrists and soft skin clearly indicated that he was a pampered young master.

But at this moment, there were several burn marks on her slender wrists, clearly indicating that she had been abused recently.

The noble prince has fallen to the dust, which is inexplicably heartbreaking.

Song Linyuan finally raised his head, gently pressed Si Jin's hand down, and took the initiative to tie his shirt.

"You're sweating after just this little bit of blood," the vampire said, his voice clear and pleasant. "Young Master is so delicate."

As they spoke, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from Si Jin's forehead, then tilted his head and asked, "Young Master saved me?"

"Otherwise what?" Si Jin reminded him sullenly, "I even fed you."

Is it enough to feed them? This is far from sufficient.

But if you want to keep this young master as a long-term meal ticket, you can't afford to offend him.

Song Linyuan continued his polite conversation: "Thank you, young master. If you don't mind, I can work as a farmhand at your house in the future."

These young masters are usually raised by wealthy families. Judging from their manner of speaking, they may have even studied abroad. It's common for them to hire a long-term worker on a whim.

He wasn't afraid of the sunlight; he could work during the day and go to the young master's room at night.

Confirming that his mind was still stuck a hundred years ago, Si Jin wearily pinched the bridge of his nose: "The long-term worker is out of the question. It's already a hundred years in the future. I bought you after you were auctioned off. Now you are my private property and can be my steward."

Upon hearing the word "hundred years," the vampire, who had been so composed just moments before, felt as if his heart had been struck by a thousand blows.

It's been dormant... for nearly a century?

Song Linyuan sighed and continued, "Then the butler is... in charge of bookkeeping?"

Seeing that the explanation was not convincing, Si Jin changed her approach: "They used to be called stewards, who served only the young master, his personal stewards."

Oh, I understand.

Song Linyuan nodded, his pupils turning black as he concealed his fangs and bowed his head: "Yes, young master."

He asked, "What's the first thing you need me to do?"

Can you drive?