[Chapter 21 Chapter 182 The Last Prince and Her Delicate Blood Bank 2 (Extra Update for the High School Entrance Examination Treasure)]
When the butler led seven people into the castle, the blonde girl lying in the middle of the big bed in the largest room on the second floor smelled something.
She suddenly sat up, threw back the quilt, jumped out of bed and walked out of the room barefoot.
Bu Zixia, who was waiting at the door of the room, was dozing off. She was startled when the door opened.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
She lowered her head in panic, but there was not much respect in her eyes.
Wen Shinian just glanced at her and walked past her barefoot.
Her floor-length, slightly curly blonde hair spread out behind her like seaweed, and the curls bounced slightly as she walked.
Bu Zixia pouted impatiently and reluctantly followed the blonde girl.
Seeing that she was barefoot, he did not remind her to wear shoes.
Wen Shinian was halfway down the stairs when the housekeeper led everyone to the hall.
As Xiangnan stepped into the gate, he keenly noticed a pair of eyes falling on him.
He raised his eyes warily and saw an angelic girl in white clothes and with golden hair standing under the window at the corner of the stairs.
At just one glance, Xiangnan was drawn to all the attention.
He turned around and walked towards the angel uncontrollably.
As for the butler, he had noticed Xiangnan's abnormality, but the first person he noticed it was his own prince.
Feeling the unique blood pressure of the prince, the butler immediately put his left hand on his shoulder, bent down, and saluted the prince.
As for the low-level vampires following behind him, they had already been forced to kneel on the ground by the prince's innate majesty.
As a result of the actions of the three of them, the others finally noticed the presence of Wen Shinian and Bu Zixia.
However, most of the attention was on Wen Shinian.
It’s really beautiful.
This kind of beauty cannot be described by any words in the world.
It can be said that this is the first time for this group of people to see such a beautiful person in their lives.
She is as perfect as an angel, so exquisite that even a hair and an eyelash exude seductive charm.
Everyone stared at her infatuatedly, and for a moment they overlooked her bloodshot eyes.
While everyone was in a state of dementia, Xiangnan had already reached the stairs.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs, his slender neck raised high, his eyes fixed on the girl who was as delicate as a doll.
Wen Shinian sniffed the air twice with his clever nose, and smelled the sweet scent of herbs in the air. The red light in his pupils became brighter.
She took two steps forward, and before anyone expected, she fell down the stairs and fell directly into the arms of the thin young man.
The soft and flowing long hair rippled in the air in a beautiful arc. When she fell into the boy's arms, the thick golden hair fell naturally, passing over the girl's body and falling on the boy.
"You smell so good."
Xiangnan caught the girl who threw herself into his arms and took two steps back feeling weak.
As soon as he stood firm, the girl buried her head in his neck and rubbed his neck like a puppy, her cold lips rubbing against his aorta from time to time.
When he was startled and felt numb, Xiangnan thought seriously:
Fortunately, he takes a shower every day.
Fortunately, he took a shower before coming.
The butler watched in shock as his proud master took the initiative to throw himself into the arms of a weak human. For the first time in his hundreds of years of life, he felt like he had seen a ghost.
But a perfect butler needs to quickly adjust his or her expression at all times.
He withdrew his gaze, his blood-red eyes coldly cast on the inferior humans who were still staring at His Royal Highness the Prince disrespectfully.
After receiving the warning, those people finally withdrew their gazes, lowered their heads tremblingly, and dared not look up again.
The butler withdrew his gaze and took two steps forward with a respectful expression.
"Your Highness, these are all fresh blood. Do you want to use them now?"
Wen Shinian was secretly poking Xiangnan's skin with his small fangs, as if he wanted to pierce his skin immediately and suck the delicious blood.
Hearing the housekeeper's words, she retracted her fangs and looked at the housekeeper with slightly raised eyebrows.
"He is enough for me. I don't need anyone else."
The butler looked at Xiangnan's frail body and frowned slightly.
"This... Your Highness, this blood slave is ill and I'm afraid I can't provide him with fresh blood. Why not leave a few more behind?"
Wen Shinian narrowed his eyes and kissed Xiangnan on the neck as if making an oath.
"No, I want him!"
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