Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 142 Money Fan Plane Model VS Blood Race with Different Eyes (5)

Kindred are a moody race.

As soon as the coffin board was opened, there was a person lying inside, with long silver hair, a straight nose, three-dimensional facial features, sword eyebrows slanting into the temples, and thin lips pursed slightly.

Garea stood where she was, with nowhere to run and no way to escape.

This must be Prince Luther.

When the vampire opened his eyes, he saw one gold and one blue! There was a strange brilliance in the quiet darkness.

When Luther opened his eyes, the human race in front of him was standing there, staring at him blankly, he could feel her fear, but...why didn't he run away?

The girl was delicate and delicate, with a sickly paleness.

"Are you the fairy tale princess that Arthur said?" Luther asked as he stepped out of the coffin.

She suddenly remembered that the target of this world's strategy is a blood race.

Galea looked at the vampire in front of her, beauty is beauty, but would such a creature be tempted by his own affairs?

She didn't think she could fall in love with a slice of bread.

"No, I just accepted a shooting assignment." Galea said coldly, it doesn't matter whether you leave or not, that's it.

"Shooting mission? Didn't you come here to become my blood slave?" Luthor said, walked to the table, and sneered a few words.

It has to be said that the smell of fresh blood belonging to the human race really made him a little angry.

"No, who deserves to be the blood slave of the famous Prince Luther!" She thought she said it very piously, "If His Royal Highness can let me go, it will show your generosity even more!"

The girl's face was flushed, and she didn't know what she had painted on.

"Okay, I'll let you go."

"Is this true?" Galea showed a big smile.

Luther said "hmm", and felt that the smile at this time was much more pleasing to the eye than the fake smile just now.

She got permission, pushed open the door and ran out. This Prince Luther is not bad, he agreed to let him go after a few flatterings.

Galea rushed out of the palace and into a grove.It is daytime, and the woods are very quiet, with no sound.

With a whoosh, a yellow-yellow shadow rushed past.

She didn't care, and continued to walk forward. After a while, she lost her way.

There was a tree stump nearby. Galea untied her hair tie and made a mark.Following the direction indicated on the tree stump, she walked further.

The sky darkened after a while.

Galea wiped off her sweat, and took a few more steps. She desperately saw the tree stump with the hair tie.

There is no water around here, not even a little wild fruit, no wonder Prince Luther agreed so simply.

He knew early on that it was impossible for a human race to get out of this forest!
Garea leaned against the stump, conserving her strength.

Still too reckless, she sighed.

"Meow~"

She thought she was hallucinating, but she heard a very familiar voice.

"Meow~"

There is a bit of cheapness in the thick, and a little bit of arrogance, could it be...

"Custard bun? Is it... you?" Galea sat up straight and looked around.

A huge, round creature walked over from the darkness, with a domineering attitude in its posture.

Under the pale moonlight, she saw a familiar old friend.

That orange cat...

"Yellow bun! Why are you here? Did those blood race make things difficult for you? It's dangerous here, do you want to find a place to hide?" Galea said, feeling a little sore in her throat.

Cui Huang Bao nuzzled the girl with his head to show comfort.

Luther, who was in front of the crystal ball, watched this scene with great interest.

　(⊙_⊙), quietly add a more
　　
　
(End of this chapter)