The crisis in the tower was temporarily resolved. Lu Si'en raised his eyes, his expression suddenly relaxed, "Father is amazing."
Mossen Cain nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
"Wait, father."
Anxiety flashed across Lu Si'en's face. "You just came from the tower. Have you seen Little Hill?"
This little guy ran to the tower without noticing, and he was so anxious waiting for him.
"I see..." Mossen Cain slowly turned his head, and a faint light flickered in his deep and mysterious eyes. The fluctuation was fleeting, but was still keenly captured by Lu Sien who had been staring at him.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, as if playing a melancholy melody. A few withered yellow leaves fluttered in the wind, as if sensing the solemn atmosphere of the moment and falling one after another, as if in mourning for someone.
Lu Si'en's mood was just like these fallen leaves, uneasy and restless.
"Hilgavin lifted the curse for the vampires, but he...went to God."
"...God..." Lu Si'en's eyes suddenly widened, "You...you mean..."
"He won't be coming back."
Moshen Cain still said this calmly, and Lu Sien's heart trembled suddenly. He couldn't believe it, "Father!"
Hilgavan was such a young child, there was no way he knew about curses, no way he knew about the so-called gods. He rushed forward, stopped his adored father, and demanded through gritted teeth, "You made Hilgavan do this? Is that so?"
Mossen Cain just looked at him expressionlessly without saying anything. Lu Si'en was shaking all over, not only because of Zhao Zhao, but also because of this cold-blooded father.
Although his father was very cold in his dealings with others, Lu Si'en always believed that he loved them. Now this incident forced him to rethink.
"You have no heart. Hilgavyn is such a young child, he doesn't understand anything. Why...why do you want him to endure this?"
Every word he said was filled with confusion, but Moshen Cain only uttered two words, "Get out of the way."
“…”
Lu Si'en was silent, stepped aside, turned around without hesitation, and rushed towards the towering tower.
However, just as he was about to approach the tower, a powerful hand suddenly stretched out from behind him, easily grabbed him and pulled him back.
The power of the Blood Clan's ancestor was unfathomable, far beyond the ability of these princes to contend with. Faced with such an absolute disparity in power, any resistance seemed futile.
"Go back to the vampire clan!" Mossen Cain said indifferently, as if he didn't think it necessary to explain too much.
He was fully aware of the possible consequences of his actions, but he had long since accepted the coldness and ruthlessness.
He stared at Lu Si'en in front of him, his eyes flashing with determination, "Don't cause me any trouble."
As soon as he finished speaking, a suffocatingly powerful blood pressure swept towards Lu Si'en like a tidal wave.
The force was so strong that Lu Si'en could not resist it at all. His body bent involuntarily and he was sweating profusely.
In the face of such overwhelming force, Lu Si'en was powerless to fight back.
Not long after, he was brought back to the vampire territory by Mossen Cain.
Although the curse on him had been lifted and he no longer had to worry about falling into a long sleep, he still felt extremely tired.
Ever since returning to the vampire clan that day, Lu Sien has been in a coma and has never woken up.
At the same time, Damian was still immersed in a coma, and several other princes remained in the distant vampire branch.
At this moment, only Mossen Cain was left alone in the entire vampire clan.
The castle, which was already eerie and terrifying, now seemed even more dead silent, as if shrouded in an invisible haze, without any sign of life.
…
"Huh."
When Zhao Zhao opened his eyes again, he found himself back in that white area. Didn’t he go to see God?
strangeness.
"system?"
Fortunately, this time when he called the system, he responded to himself, [Host, don't worry, you are still alive.]
"Um."
The system's accurate words were the greatest tranquilizer. Zhao Zhao relaxed, thinking optimistically, "Being alive means there's still a chance to return to the vampire clan."
He still had seven months to live, so it was impossible for him to leave so early.
So he jumped and danced in this white space.
Boom boom boom, da da da.
Zhao Zhao jumped suddenly, and suddenly a pair of golden cloud-patterned robe hems appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Such a familiar figure...but I can't figure out who it is.
Zhao Zhao raised her eyes and saw the person in front of her... no, maybe it was a god. His face seemed to be obscured by clouds and mist, and she couldn't see his features clearly.
His demeanor was both stern and gentle, he was dressed in an extremely noble robe, his figure was slender and straight like a pine tree, and just standing there was enough to make people unable to take their eyes off him.
Zhao Zhao stared at him carefully, tilting her head slightly, her white and tender hands unconsciously rubbing the hem of her clothes, "God?"
"Heh." God chuckled and walked closer to him, "Since you like to call me that, then so be it." His voice was hazy and not very clear, but he was always smiling.
Zhao Zhao could clearly feel that God was in a good mood.
The gentle and friendly god squatted in front of him, lowered his noble head, and touched Zhaozhao's head. In an instant, the fatigue of the past few days was swept away.
"Huh? Why is the soul damage so severe?"
Zhao Zhao was stunned. She didn't expect that just by being touched by him, he could understand her soul.
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