Chapter 105 Blood Clan Breeding Manual 11
Immersed in this sea of flowers, Vilroya's confused mind finally calmed down. With his calm mind, Vilroya began to think about what Xingjian had said to him in the study.
Is the young prince confessing his feelings to me?
Realizing this, Virroya suddenly stood up, and the frost on the flowers and leaves stained Virroya's body. Only the bouquet of roses, which Virroya held in his arms, was not stained by the frost.
No, Vilora shook his head and decided to put "Montero" aside for now. If the little prince's words just now really confessed his love to him, then what did he just do? He didn't respond and just made an excuse to leave.
The little prince will definitely be sad. The little prince's white jade-like face appeared in Vilroya's mind. He couldn't let the little prince be sad. Vilroya planned to go back now with the bouquet of roses in his arms.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A loud noise coming from afar attracted Villroya. He turned around and looked in that direction. Purple clouds suddenly appeared in the sky that was about to light up, and they were particularly obvious.
Seeing those purple fireworks, Virroya frowned. The purple fireworks were the signal of the Holy Church.
"Mr. Virroya, the sun is about to come out, why aren't you coming back yet?" The uniformed guard frowned when he saw that Virroya had not returned to the castle gate. The sky was already turning white and the castle gate was about to close. He knew that this blood slave was a human being and was not afraid of the sun, but he felt a little strange when he saw him wanting to leave.
Verroa ran into the shadow of the castle, pressed the roses in his hand into the guard's hand, and said, "Give them to His Highness for me. I have to go out for something and will be back soon."
He handed the bouquet of roses to the guard and hurried towards the direction of the purple fireworks.
The ancient castle closed its heavy door, and Villroya's legs just wanted to run faster and faster.
Star Sword upstairs stood in front of the huge window of the study. Even though the sky was gradually getting brighter, he had no intention of drawing the curtains. The eyesight of vampires was far stronger than that of humans. His eyes followed Villroya who was running out of the castle, and the gentle smile that was always on his face disappeared.
Until the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone through the window. The originally gentle sunlight shone on the back of Xingjian's hand, causing a stinging sensation as if it were burned by fire, but Xingjian did not retract his hand.
"Your Highness!" Isabella noticed that the curtains in the study were not closed. When she saw the sunlight shining on the back of Xingjian's hand, she hurriedly pulled the heavy curtains tightly.
"Your Highness, your hand." Isabella carefully held the back of Xingjian's hand that was burned by the sun in front of her. The damage caused by the sun to the vampires was far more serious than Xingjian had imagined. After only being exposed to the sun for one minute, Xingjian took off his lace gloves and the skin on the back of his hand had been burned black.
It seemed that because the pain in his heart was more intense, Xingjian did not feel the pain of the wound on the back of his hand.
The news of Xingjian's injury spread throughout the castle in an instant, and even Lucien, who was already asleep, hurriedly climbed out of the coffin.
When Lucien arrived, the doctor had already wrapped thick gauze around the back of Xingjian's hand.
"Xiaoxing, what's wrong? Are you sleepy again?" Lucien put away his usual cheerful look and looked serious. After carefully checking that there were no other wounds on Xingjian's body, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Vampires who have survived for thousands of years sometimes develop self-destructive impulses due to the long time. Generally speaking, the best way for vampires to die is to stand in the sun.
A race hated by God will not leave any soul behind even after death. Xingjian has only lived for a hundred years, so how could he suddenly have the urge to self-destruct?
Lucien looked around but didn't see the man. He raised his hand to let the others in the room go away, leaving him and Xingjian alone in the room. Then he asked, "Xiaoxing, where is your blood slave? Is it because of him?"
Xing Jian's voice was particularly hoarse, as if he was suppressing his emotions, "He's gone."
Hearing Xingjian's words, Lucien's face was full of gloom. "I'll go get him right away."
Lucien had just stood up when Xingjian grabbed his sleeve. He shook his head and said, "No need, Lucien. He has his own difficulties. Just pretend we've never met."
Just as Xing Jian finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. After hesitating for a moment, Xing Jian said, "Come in."
The door was pushed open and a guard holding a bouquet of roses walked in.
"Your Highness, this is what Mr. Virroya asked me to deliver. He seemed to have something to do and didn't come back before the city gate was closed." The guard put the bouquet of roses into Xingjian's hands. Xingjian's gauze-wrapped hand gently brushed the petals without saying a word.
As he ran towards the purple fireworks, Villroya had only one idea, which was to lead those guys away. Someone must have discovered the little prince's castle, so someone set off so many purple fireworks.
The purpose of the purple fireworks in the Holy Church is that there are powerful vampires nearby who are in urgent need of rescue.
Apart from the rose garden, the castle was surrounded by a thorn forest. The intricate roads and tangled vines made Villroya, who had never been there before, move much slower.
After passing through the forest, it was already dawn. Virroya raised his hands to block the strong sunlight in front of him. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen the sun. The winter sun shining on his body was cold even if the weather was clear.
This place was not far from the place where the purple fireworks were being set off. Villroya had already heard people talking not far away in the bushes. He adjusted his breathing several times, raised his feet and walked towards those people.
As he approached the group, Villroya saw familiar clothes—the black robes that the Blood Hunters of the Holy Church wore uniformly.
"Are you the blood hunters of the Holy Church?" Virroya came out from behind the bushes, pretending to be pitiful. His clothes were scratched by thorns in several places, which made people feel even more pitiful.
Seeing this guy suddenly appear, everyone became alert instantly, but when they saw Virroya standing naturally in the sun, everyone's vigilance relaxed a lot.
Villroya looked at the relieved expressions on everyone's faces and continued, "I was brought to this thorn forest by the hateful vampires. Then I saw the fireworks and it was almost dawn. The vampire left me here alone."
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