"Miss Shen, do you want to meddle in such trivial matters?"

"By the way, this blood slave is pretty good looking."

Kura seemed to be humiliated and frowned, but the other party was a pure-blood, so he didn't want to make things awkward.

Chen Shuyi turned a deaf ear to the gazes around her and leaned on the sofa, her lazy posture unable to hide her inner dignity.

She held a crystal clear wine glass in her right hand, with scarlet wine swaying gently in the glass. Her legs were crossed, revealing a section of her fair and slender calves. On her feet were black high heels, which sparkled brightly under the bright lights.

Just then the housekeeper asked the servant to bring the blood slave in front of her. Wen Ji was pushed by the servant and knelt on one knee in front of Shen Shuyi.

Shen Shuyi saw that the tip of her high heels was about to poke the boy’s chest.

Wen Ji's clothes were torn from being whipped, and there were open wounds on his back. He lowered his head, looking humble.

There was hatred in his lowered eyes, and he unexpectedly saw the girl's snow-white ankle.

Then came the arrogant and cold voice of the girl, "Raise your head."

The blood from Wen Ji's wound had a unique rusty smell that became extremely bitter, but when it entered Shen Shuyi's nose, it had a strange sweet scent.

She saw the boy slowly raise his head.

He has handsome features and his eyes are clearer than an icy lake.

Wen Ji couldn't stand up due to his injuries, so he could only look up at the girl in the black dress in front of him.

The housekeeper said tactfully, "If Miss Shen is willing to accept this blood slave, it will be his honor."

If he is whipped two more times, he will be dead... Even if he survives by chance, the fate of a blood slave who is disliked by noble masters and ladies will not be good.

Wen Ji, who was mentioned, did not move at all, like a lamb to be slaughtered. If he lowered his head slightly, he could put his chin on the tip of Shen Shuyi's shoe.

Everyone was waiting for Shen Shuyi’s answer.

Especially Kulatu, is the Pureblood Lord going to give him a favor today? His eyes turned red.

Shen Shuyi didn't rush to answer, but just raised her leg slightly, and the tip of her high heels brushed across the boy's chest. The shirt that was whipped and torn was pushed aside by the tip of her shoes, and the strong chest under the thin body was seen...

She raised an eyebrow, as if she was a little interested, "Has he been touched by other vampires?"

The housekeeper hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Miss Shen. The servants who used the dagger to draw blood from his arm were wearing gloves, and the one who whipped him just now also wore gloves. He is still clean."

The rumors are true, this noble and proud pure-blood lady has mysophobia and doesn't like to touch things that have been touched by others.

"He looks good, so I'll pick him." Shen Shuyi placed the wine glass in his hand on the coffee table next to the sofa.

The butler couldn't stop smiling. He didn't expect that Miss Shen, who never accepted blood slaves, would accept a gift at their castle banquet. But the blood of this blood slave...

"Do you want to taste this blood slave first?"

As he spoke, the man beside him took out a dagger and was about to cut Wen Ji again.

Shen Shuyi put down her crossed legs and frowned slightly, “No need.”

Wen Ji seemed to have received an imperial order. He finally lowered his head and maintained a half-kneeling posture, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Knowing that his blood doesn't taste good, why would this vampire choose him?

But it's a good thing that I don't have to get beaten and can lurk around purebloods.

The banquet had not yet ended, and Shen Han was busy discussing matters and could not come out for a while, so Shen Shuyi asked the butler to leave a message, and she left Giovanni Castle with her blood slave first.

When everyone saw Shen Shuyi leading people away, they just thought that Miss Shen also liked to play with blood slaves, but she just didn't like to play in front of everyone. It was not uncommon for the vampires to play with blood slaves.

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After passing through a secluded forest, Shen Shuyi successfully returned to the Shen family castle. Butler Carson was slightly surprised when he learned that she had accepted a blood slave at Giovanni's banquet, but then calmly made arrangements.

"My noble lady, where will this blood slave be placed in the future?"

Generally, blood slaves of the vampire clan live in the basement, but some are arranged nearby so that their masters can use them at any time.

Shen Shuyi glanced at the young man calmly, “He lives next door to me, let him change into clean clothes and come in to pour me some wine.”

The vampire's rose wine tastes really good.

Carson just thought that the young lady was going to use a blood slave in the room, so he quickly asked the servant to take Wen Ji to a room on the third floor.

Wen Ji saw the shirt and suit that the butler brought in, and picked them up despite the pain.

Carson stared at him and warned him, "It is your honor to be Miss Shuyi's blood slave. Serve her carefully. If you dare to disobey her orders, you will die miserably."

Wen Ji's eyes were deep and he nodded, "Okay."

She is an aristocrat among the blood race, a pure-blood that many vampires look up to.

But it was just the vampire whose heart he wanted to pierce with a silver dagger...

Chen Shuyi returned to the bedroom, changed into comfortable pajamas and stood in front of the window, looking at the bright moon outside the window and thinking about how to conquer Wen Ji.

This big guy is undercover just to catch all these vampires in one fell swoop. They are natural enemies. Tsk... it's a bit tricky.

She was afraid that if she bit Wen Ji one more time, the boy's negative favorability value would continue to drop.

"66, Wen Ji is so famous among hunters, the vampires should have information about him. How dare he go undercover in the vampire territory?"

[Host, don't worry about this. Elite Blood Hunters usually wear masks when they go on missions, especially a boss of Wen Ji's level. As long as he disguises himself a little, even the Blood Hunters won't be able to recognize him. ]

There was a knock on the door, and she turned around and said, "Come in."

The one who pushed the door open with wine in hand was Wen Ji, who was wearing a white shirt. His wound, which had not yet healed, had been bandaged, but the sweet fragrance still wafted over, making Shen Shuyi's appetite grow.

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