Although Ulysses' physical body was asleep, his will was fully aware and watching everything. Maggie's every reaction would fall into his eyes, including the half-second that Maggie's gaze lingered on his mouth.
"What? Miss Saintess, you don't mean to...?"
His voice was mocking, yet also seductive, tempting people to sink into the abyss.
"In no mood!"
Maggie's face darkened, and she interrupted him without hesitation.
As expected, vampires are a group of devils who are good at manipulating people's hearts. She only had to show a little emotion before he could seize the opportunity to make a mistake.
How can I give this to you?
She held the chain threaded onto the prism stabilizer, stretched it forward, and the stabilizer dangled over Ulysses's 'corpse'. Maggie asked in a cold tone.
Maggie admitted that Xiu's appearance had just caused her to have a mental breakdown. She felt cold, was in a bad state, couldn't think straight, and was very impatient.
However, since the old man was still asleep and needed her help to collect 'Night Blood', she couldn't do anything to him. So Maggie relaxed her tense nerves a little and became much more casual.
Ulysses' calm and composed voice echoed in the castle, as if it were coming from all directions and pouring into her ears.
"Have you ever heard the story of the princess and the prince, the prince in the story...?"
For some reason, he began telling a fairy tale in a leisurely tone, which made Maggie think that this guy was definitely trying to cause trouble.
Whether it's Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, or the frog turning into a prince, the catalyst is always a kiss. She doesn't want to be teased by the old monster; she just wants to finish her mission as soon as possible.
If nothing unexpected happens, even if he drinks this drop of blood, he can absorb it, saving him a lot of trouble.
Maggie's lips twitched as she thought about it, and she decisively began to verify her conjecture.
"Okay, I understand, you don't need to continue."
She interrupted Ulysses again and began casting a spell with a blank expression.
As the light on the prism stabilizer flashed by, a small magic circle surrounded it, and in an instant, 'Blood of the Night' detached from the stabilizer and floated in mid-air, glowing with an eerie light.
The 'Blood of the Night' suddenly unleashed extraordinary power, filling the entire space with a sense of oppression. The ancient pressure from the progenitor of vampires almost made people want to kneel down.
Maggie's face also turned pale, but she still forced herself to bring the blood to Ulysses' lips.
As she expected, blood gradually seeped down his crimson lips, but the oppressive aura never dissipated.
Her body was already weak, and now it was even worse. Maggie had no choice but to lie down next to the coffin, supporting herself with her hands on the side to prevent herself from falling.
Maggie closed her eyes and almost gritted her teeth as she squeezed out a few words from her throat.
“Ulysses, if you want more blood, then withdraw your oppressive aura.”
She showed no mercy to the progenitor of vampires when she threatened him, but unfortunately, the oppressive aura did not disappear.
It was merely an intimidating presence; it wouldn't endanger her life. Perhaps the vampire, with his twisted sense of humor, simply wanted to see her lose her composure.
Thinking this, Maggie felt like she couldn't catch her breath and wanted to nail a cross into the old monster's heart.
Maggie slowly felt snowflakes appear before her eyes, and the strength in her hands was also disappearing. Before long, she would collapse onto the cold 'corpse' due to exhaustion.
Yes, her current posture is very awkward, with her upper body lying on the coffin and very close to Ulysses.
"Dear progenitor of vampires, if you don't want to have a close encounter with me, then quickly release your oppressive aura."
Maggie's feelings were beyond speechless, because this guy was completely ignoring her.
Time passed without Ulysses speaking until Maggie could no longer hold on and collapsed onto him.
The next second, Maggie felt a cold hand touch her back. Before she could jump up in fright, she heard Ulysses' deep, husky voice above her, which was also strangely amused.
"Miss Saint, is throwing yourself into my arms included in the scope of the transaction?"
As he spoke, he gently ran his hand across her back down to the nape of her neck. The vampire's fingertips were icy cold, and as they brushed against her bare skin, they sent shivers down her spine. Even such a vulnerable spot as her neck was exposed to his view.
This situation is really bad; it's like exposing your weakness to a top hunter.
Especially now, since Maggie can't see his expression or even detect a trace of his true thoughts, her panic intensifies.
Although Maggie knew very well that the old monster wouldn't kill her for the time being, she couldn't avoid the feeling of fear no matter what. She could only forcefully control her trembling voice and pretend to be calm.
"Of course not."
Anyone who has ever been chased by a wild beast knows that you must never show weakness in front of them. You cannot be afraid or run away; that will only further stimulate their hunting desire.
What she needs to do now is to absolutely not show any fear.
"I think it's time for the Ancestor to release me."
Maggie reminded her softly.
As she spoke, Ulysses' long, slender fingers were caressing her neck, as if he were playing with a piece of jade, reluctant to let go.
Maggie had no doubt that this guy wanted to take a bite.
The experience of being sucked by a vampire was really unpleasant, and there were too many mosquitoes; she didn't want to be a blood bag.
The castle was eerily quiet, without a sound, as if it belonged to a different world from the outside, like entering another space.
The vampire's blood-red pupils reflected the girl's image. Her wet hair was draped over his chest, and her body trembled with his movements. She dared not look at his face, but forced herself to remain calm as she spoke to him.
Weak, soft, pitiful, holy yet helpless, like a sacrifice placed on an altar, they obediently nestled in the arms of the immortal monster, without the slightest struggle.
His large body was just the right size to encircle her in the wooden coffin, and if he wished, he could even take the girl with him into an eternal dream.
Ulysses's crimson eyes gradually darkened, like congealed blood. In the tens of millions of years since he was betrayed and sealed away, countless humans have been cursed by him, and no one has ever been unafraid of him.
But only this little thing dared to threaten him and even make a deal with him.
interesting.
"Dear Ancestor, have you lost connection?"
Maggie waited and waited, but Ulysses didn't speak. Theoretically, the oppressive aura should have dissipated and she should have been able to get up on her own, but the old monster's other hand had already wrapped around her waist at some point.
She wanted to stand up, but she needed Ulysses's permission; otherwise, with her strength, it would be difficult for her to break free from his control.
This is the price of lacking strength.
Maggie sighed quietly.
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