"Where are the humans I brought back?"
A casual voice echoed in the corridor, low and tinged with coldness.
At this point, Helian Junmo had been brought back to the castle by Bo Yuan for some time.
The servant understood her meaning, and she lowered her head, her attitude extremely respectful, "Your Highness, that man is still in his room."
"Oh." Rong Shang narrowed her eyes, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Take him away too."
"yes."
*
It felt different from the gloomy atmosphere outside.
The castle is magnificently constructed, with valuable oil paintings hanging on the walls, exuding an aristocratic atmosphere at a glance.
No matter how beautiful it was, this was still a place where vampires lived. After the group followed the old man in, they kept their heads down and dared not make a sound.
As soon as the sound of high heels clicking on the ground came, someone tensed up, and their hands tightened.
"Your Highness," the old man beside her said respectfully.
When Rong Shang came downstairs, she saw the row of men. Her eyes flashed, and she walked over gracefully. Servants had already brought her a chaise lounge.
As soon as Rong Chang sat down on the chaise lounge, the old man spoke.
“Your Highness, this is the blood servant I have prepared for you this time.”
"oh?"
Slowly raising her eyes, Rong Shang glanced at the group of people with a playful look.
There are somewhat immature boys, mature and steady muscular men, handsome and gentle warm men, and those with a slightly roguish air...
They are really diverse, and each one of them is quite good-looking.
She fiddled with the diamond ring on her finger. The warm lights in the hall illuminated Rong Shang's cold and beautiful face, making her appear as if she were radiating a chill.
"It's fine." She gave a faint, ambiguous laugh.
The old man asked, puzzled, "Your Highness, what are you planning to do...?"
"Your Highness, Helian Junmo has arrived."
Before the old man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the cold voice of a servant not far away.
In an instant, all eyes turned to the perfectly proportioned and upright figure that was slowly walking towards them.
Under the intense light, the man, dressed in a long British-style coat, with exquisitely sculpted features, walked towards them step by step, his entire body enveloped in a powerful aura, and his deep, dark pupils were cold and dangerous.
After a moment, he stopped a meter away from Rong Shang, his voice cold, "What is it?"
[Goddess, your target has appeared.]
As Helian Junmo's voice came, the system notification sounded in his mind.
Rong Shang raised her hand to touch her lips, then glanced at the man.
"You help me choose."
"Won't."
Without a moment's hesitation, Rong Shang was rejected.
The man was really cold and sparing with his words, unwilling to say a single extra word to her.
The servants around him looked at him with sinister and terrifying eyes.
Rong Shang noticed, but only chuckled slowly, "Helian Junmo, you're not helping me choose because you want to stay by my side in their place?"
Cold fingers touched cold lips, and a bloodthirsty glint appeared in Rong Chang's deep eyes.
Helian Junmo frowned, his expression slightly displeased.
"I don't understand."
"Choose!" Rong Shang insisted, completely ignoring what he said.
She was acting a little strangely today. Helian Junmo pursed his lips and didn't argue with her anymore.
Even though he had his back turned, he didn't even glance at them before reaching out and casually pointing at two of the men.
"This one, and this one too."
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