Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 229 The Lost Rose

The blood clan who was still injured and desperately needed blood collapsed instantly when he encountered the blood of the fairy clan that contained powerful spiritual power.

Della didn't notice it, she withdrew her finger in pain, and took a look, it turned out that she was just stabbed...

Drops of blood slid down, and a smear of blood appeared on the white rose petals. Della was about to ask Rose to borrow a handkerchief, but found that the other party was bowing his head, trembling all over.

"are you uncomfortable?"

The girl in the white skirt approached, holding two or three roses in her hands, her clear eyes were full of worry.

It's getting stronger, the power, the sweet taste, corroding the soul...

"what!"

A scarlet light flashed in front of her, Della was thrown to the ground, and a few white roses were scattered in disorder.

Rose's eyes turned completely red, exuding an unobstructed beast light, and she moved directly towards the source of attraction, licking Della's injured finger with her tongue, like some kind of beast.

"Rose! Wake up!"

She tried her best to push away the out-of-control vampire pressing on her, but her meager strength couldn't stop it at all.

Daila gasped, and her sharp fangs pierced the original wound. After the severe pain, she was paralyzed by blood loss.

not enough……

The scarlet light became more and more intense, Rose aimed at the snow-white wrist, and bit down.

She had to be pushed away, and Della was a little dazed, her face pale, and her strength became weaker and weaker, and finally the other hand was unable to hang down.

Ok?
Della suddenly felt the weight that suppressed her disappear, and Rose, who was out of control, was knocked away.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, a young man in knight attire appeared in his eyes.

The short brown hair fell on her forehead in a mess, and a short black blade pressed against Rose's neck, suppressing her.

"who are you?"

The weak voice came to his ears, and Muir turned his head in disbelief. Rose seized this opportunity and wanted to break free.

When the pale green eyes looked at Della, they couldn't believe it.

"You...don't know me?"

Suddenly, the girl's indifferent and fierce eyes, and the blades that were swaying continuously at extremely high speed flashed in his mind.

It seems that I vaguely feel that I have seen...

Della sat up, she couldn't feel her wrist, but when she moved it, it was excruciatingly painful.

The handsome and handsome man looked down at the girl sitting beside the rosebush. The girl looked very weak, her long chestnut hair was hanging down on the ground, making her pale and petite face even more.

"I'm sorry Rose said I keep forgetting people..."

"She... said so?"

Muir only knew that Grian had handed her over to Lord Dracula, and thought that she would be tortured to extract a confession, but that didn't seem to be the case.

"Is there any problem?" She tried her best not to touch the injured hand, her wine-colored eyes were so pure that she knew it shouldn't belong to this place.

"No……"

Absolutely obeying Lord Dracula's words is the basic quality of every member of the Council of Elders.

It's just that it's a pity, maybe being tortured is more suitable for her than it is now. It's impossible to imagine that such a strong man who fights with five elders will become what he is now.

What exactly is Master Dracula trying to do...?
Muir hesitated for a moment, but decided to step forward. If she continued to bleed like this, he would probably lose control.

Della watched his approaching steps and stepped back slightly, though meaninglessly.

"Uh……"

Muir took Della's injured hand, looked into Della's frightened eyes and sighed, then half-knelt in front of her.

"excuse me."

He bent down and licked it lightly, Della's eyes widened, but the fear quickly disappeared, because the hideous wound on her hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Muir stood up again, his pale green eyes had long since turned red, but he was still polite.

(End of this chapter)