At midnight, when everyone was fast asleep, the door on the left side of the second floor creaked open, and the person in the next room suddenly opened his blood-red eyes.
He walked quickly to the window and caught a glimpse of a slender figure in the moonlight quickly rushing into the wilderness.
The man was silent for a moment, then opened the window, put his hands on it and jumped down...
Xihe ran wildly in the wilderness, panting. The wind blew her silver hair, and she jumped like an elf in the night. Soon, she came to the abandoned castle and stepped into it without stopping.
She didn't see the man who was falling behind her not far away, and his breath was caught.
This Frigga...
The castle became even more dilapidated, with rats scurrying around the corners. In a short period of time, many snakes and insects built nests in the castle. Xihe held the lamp and walked down the stairs to the basement without hesitation.
She pushed the coffin open with great effort and looked inside. It was empty, not even a hair.
Xihe curled her lips, extremely disappointed: "I thought there would be a surprise."
She was about to close the coffin weakly, but suddenly she felt something was wrong. She subconsciously turned around and met a pair of blood-red eyes that were as gorgeous and dazzling as rubies.
The man stood behind her, looking down at her condescendingly. He had handsome features and sharp white teeth. For a moment, he exuded an evil aura, reminiscent of the ghosts and gods in Shura Hell.
Xihe almost stopped breathing, staring at him blankly with her eyes wide open.
The man thought she was frightened and felt satisfied. He grabbed her delicate neck and subconsciously rubbed his fingertips against her smooth skin. So this is what it felt like, he thought.
He turned his palm upwards and rubbed the red lips with his thumb, which were soft and delicate.
The man's throat rolled twice, he felt like drinking blood... He slowly moved closer, smelling the sweet scent coming from her body with his nose, and closed his eyes with some enjoyment.
The next second, his eyes suddenly widened.
He lowered his head and looked in disbelief at someone who was biting his thumb, with an intoxicated look on his face, sucking his blood with great pleasure.
The girl's face was flushed, as if she had drunk two jars of wine. He pulled her back hard and bit her tightly, staring at him with her big wet eyes, as if accusing him of being so excessive that he wouldn't even let her drink his blood.
Ailand: "..."
I wish I could slap this ignorant woman to death.
The supreme and famous second-generation vampire Ailander, a powerful guy that no one dares to mess with, is now in this damp and dark basement and has no way to attack a little woman.
He couldn't hit her, and he couldn't scold her. The woman had already been knocked unconscious by him and couldn't hear him.
He put his arm around her slender waist and threatened, "Hey, you damn servant, if you don't stop I'll strangle you to death."
Of course Xihe couldn't hear it, she just felt that it smelled so good, just like a hungry homeless person who got a piece of fragrant bread and didn't care about anything else but just wanted to have a good meal.
She used to drink sheep's blood, and the taste was indescribable. She would not drink it if she could avoid it.
As a result, she has been in a state of hunger since she became a vampire, except for the cup of blood she drank in the castle last time. But that cup of extremely sweet blood made her even more unable to tolerate sheep's blood.
With such delicious food right in front of her, why would she give up? No way! No way!
Ailande felt that if he didn't need this servant to make money to support himself, he would definitely suck her dry!
Time passed by minute by minute, and seeing Xihe still sucking non-stop, Ailande cursed her for being "ignorant of life and death" and pinched her neck gently, and Xihe couldn't help but let go of her mouth.
If a lower-level vampire absorbs the blood of a higher-level vampire without paying attention, he or she may explode and die.
As a second-generation vampire, Ailande is even more powerful than the first-generation vampires. The power in her blood is simply not something that a small, low-level vampire like Xihe can withstand. In less than a minute, her lips were bitten into a bloody mess.
Ireland frowned, pried open her mouth, and put his palm in.
Xihe bit down subconsciously, but this time, no matter how hard she tried, the palm was like a branding iron and her teeth were about to break, but she still couldn't bite it.
She waved her arms and kicked her legs, struggling hard.
Ailande threw her directly into the coffin and held her down with both hands and feet. Seeing her sobbing in pain, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have let her drink so much...
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Xihe didn't wake up until the evening of the next day. She looked at the carved ceiling and blinked: "Did I sleepwalk last night?"
In the space, the dog was lying on his back, snoring loudly in his sleep.
Xihe lifted the quilt, got up from the bed and walked to the window. The gentle evening breeze blew her hair. She closed her eyes and felt the wind gently caressing her cheeks.
"Young Master, are you awake?"
Xihe opened her eyes, and the old housekeeper in the rose garden downstairs looked up with surprise in his eyes.
Xihe leaned forward: "Brando, what are you holding in your hand?"
At this moment, the sky was filled with sunset glow. Some of the slaves in the manor were helping to chop wood, some were twisting hemp ropes. The smell of roasted ham came from the direction of the kitchen, and children were chasing and playing with each other.
The old butler narrowed his eyes in a smile and held up the plump watermelon in his hand. "This is the fruit Mr. Ireland bought in town. It's said to be very delicious. I'll cut it up and bring it up to you later."
At this moment, a man stood up from the flowers, took off his hat and saluted her gracefully.
Xihe blinked. For some reason, she found Ailande very pleasing to the eye. She was fair and tender, and looked especially... delicious.
She gurgled and swallowed.
Downstairs, Ailande, who had particularly good eyesight, suddenly froze.
This Frigga...
He gritted his teeth secretly.
Xihe didn't know that she had done something hateful again. She couldn't stop eating the watermelon. It was so, so delicious!
Tears welled up in her eyes. She whimpered. She had actually regained her sense of taste! Thank God, thank that unknown vampire. She would never call him a bastard again. She was grateful to his entire family for using so much blood to restore her sense of taste.
Ireland, who was thanked by her whole family: ...Thanks, it’s not necessary.
But at this moment, he inexplicably felt that she was particularly cute when she held the lamb leg and ate it with relish, her cheeks puffed up, her mouth greasy, and her pair of purple eyes sparkling with love.
The old housekeeper fed the little master with a smile on his face, as if he was looking at a cute little pig.
As he watched, he couldn't help wiping his tears with his sleeves.
His little master has it so hard!
Recently, he has been pretending to be calm. He was afraid that someone with ill intentions would know about the young master's blood-drinking habit, that Lester would send people to force the young master to sell the manor, and that the young master would get burned when exposed to sunlight... He secretly asked the old leader about it.
That was a truth he couldn't bear.
Fortunately, the little master is fine.
He happily put the roast ham on it and said, "Little master, please try this."
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