Otherwise, any vampire in the Ghost Realm would be enough to devour its blood and flesh.

"What kind of messed-up world has she entered?" Bi Xie cried inwardly.

The group stopped outside a palace, and Arte respectfully greeted those inside, saying, "Master, it's time to eat."

There was no sound coming from inside the hall. The wind chimes hanging on the beams swayed and made a clear and melodious sound.

Bi Xie was brought into the palace by Alte. Remilia brought a vessel to hold the blood, and Mayas was using hot water to iron Bi Xie's skin. The gleaming dagger revealed its cold glint.

Bi Xie had a strange feeling, like he was slaughtering a pig for the New Year.

The man on the rose throne rested his chin on his hand, looking somewhat listless. His silver pupils were both decadent and gloomy, which made his fair face appear extremely cold and stern.

Remilia: "Master, did you not sleep well again?"

Zang Weiyan's silver eyes gradually darkened after smelling the bloody scent emanating from Bi Xie in the air, eventually transforming into a pair of blood-red pupils.

Bi Xie had been watching Zang, and when he saw the change in Zang's pupils, his body instantly stiffened.

Damn it, that unreliable Ghost Cultivator Slaying Sick Wine was sent to seduce this major villain, but she herself disappeared without a trace. Other female protagonists in quick transmigration novels all have some kind of cheat code or at least a system to help them.

She has nothing, yet she wants to make this cold-blooded animal feel incredibly happy.

What should she do? I need help urgently!

Two large bowls of Bi Xie's blood were used. Feeling a little dizzy, she twitched her lips: Didn't they say that Zang didn't eat much?

Two bowls in one meal isn't too much?

At this rate, she'd be losing six bowls of blood a day. She'd die from blood loss sooner or later, wouldn't she?

Remilia smelled the sweet scent of blood and finally understood that Blake wasn't exaggerating; this woman's blood had a fatal attraction for all vampires.

Suppressing her instinctive urge, she handed over the bowl of blood: "Master, please enjoy."

Zang lazily accepted the blood bowl, the thick blood flowing down his lips. He closed his eyes in enjoyment, his long eyelashes trembling, his throat bobbing, exuding an air of noble inviolability.

After drinking the blood, just as Bi Xie was about to be taken away, she suddenly collapsed to the ground and burst into tears. Her cries were so moving that they touched the hearts of all who heard them and saddened those who saw them.

The bloodlust in his eyes, still fresh from drinking blood, hadn't completely faded when he finally spared a glance for Bi Xie.

This was the first time Zang had seriously looked at her since Bi Xie entered the hall.

The woman was very beautiful. Her long, black hair, reaching her waist, cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, covering most of her bare back. Her eyes were like pools of clear water, and when she cried, the area around her eyes was red, giving them a bright, pearly glow and a beautiful, jade-like luster.

Faced with such a beautiful and pitiful appearance, Zang frowned. He was frightened to tears by the sight of him drinking blood.

"You lowly human, how dare you offend your master!" Remilia shouted, but because Bi Xie was Zang's blood servant, she dared not lay a hand on him.

"Why are you crying?" Zang, who hadn't intended to speak, blurted out the question for some reason. After asking, he fell silent, his crimson lips pressed tightly together, as if he were troubled.

"I'm afraid of pain." Bi Xie choked back tears as she looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. "The thought of being cut every day makes me want to cry. When I cry, I get in a bad mood, and when I'm in a bad mood, I can't eat or sleep. Maybe in less than three days, I'll die, and then I won't be able to see you anymore, sob sob—"

Zang Junmei's face froze slightly, and he remained silent for a long time.

Bi Xie pressed on: "I'm so happy to donate blood for someone as handsome as you, I don't know how to describe my feelings. If you are a hardworking bee, then I am willing to be the nectar; if you are a fish swimming in a clear spring, then I am willing to be a drop of water..."