Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

Vihir looked at his fingers in a daze, and Brat stood beside him respectfully, slightly raising his slightly closed eyes.

"You are extremely impulsive today."

Brat has been with him for more than 200 years, and his family has served as Verhill's housekeeper for generations.

Their private relationship is not even like a master and servant, but more like a friend.

Vihir took off the glasses on his cheeks and placed them on the table.

"Like Hitchel said, I'm not getting any younger."

"I thought you wouldn't be disturbed by those words," Bratt said.

The way they select blood servants among the nobles is also different from that of ordinary people. It is necessary to fully understand and select the best human race, and it will be finalized after a trial by the Council of Elders.

Vihir crossed his hands and propped his chin, "Indeed."

"This is just an option," Visher looked at Brat with smiling eyes, "You don't have to be so nervous."

Bradley said: "Your chosen one..."

Vihir shook his head, interrupting him.

"Now is not the time to tell you."

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands, then picked up a bound ancient book from the desk, the pages were a little yellowed and wrinkled, which was caused by frequent flipping.

"Go down and take a look first."

"I don't like fun."

Usually, when Vihir was too lazy to deal with the affairs of the banquet hall, he would hand it over to his butler, Bratt, who was second only to him in authority.

Brat slightly covered his left chest, "Yes."

He had just walked a few steps when Vishill's voice sounded unhurriedly behind him.

"I heard that your key was stolen by a human race?"

Vihir turned the book slowly without even raising his eyes.

"Is there such a thing?"

Brat paused, he turned around, lowered his eyes.

"Yes."

Verhir said, "Where's the key?"

Remembering the scene where he took the key from Jiang Zijin, Brat pursed his lips.

"got it."

"It's your job's fault that the keys to the house are so easy to steal," Vihir said.

Bradley said, "Sorry."

Vihir: "Who is the human race who stole the key?"

A different emotion flashed across Brat's eyes, "I've already punished an insignificant person."

Vihir turned the other side down again, and said in a slow voice, "Have you passed the penalty?"

Brat stood where he was. Under the dim light, he was tall and tall, and his uniform was meticulously worn on his body. He looked cold and ascetic.

"Yes."

Vihir didn't say much, rubbing the rough pages of the book with his fingertips, and there was no emotion in his voice.

"Okay, let's go down."

Brat closed the door and paused at the door for a moment, his blood-red pupils drooped slightly, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face.

Vihir has been reading in the back garden all day today, how did he know that his key was stolen?

Brat took off the glove on the other hand, and the deep and protruding arc from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose was cut by light and shadow, and the blood-red pupils were hidden in the shadows.

Someone close to him gave away his whereabouts.

.......

Vihir stopped flipping the book after the door was closed. He looked at the palm of his hand, the faint blue aura was faintly visible at his fingertips, and strands of red combined into a small drop of blood the size of a red bean.

It was the blood of that human race just now.

An indescribable sweet fragrance rushed into the tip of his nose.

The book automatically flips to a human file without wind.

The long-haired girl smiled obediently at the camera, her almond eyes curved slightly into a beautiful arc.

【Name: Jiang Zijin】

Vihir glanced at the photo and the name next to it.

He always felt that this name was familiar, as if he had said her name countless times before.

But in the long memory, this person, or this name has never appeared.

Vihir's white and slender fingertips tapped on the tabletop, making a 'slap-tap-tap' sound.

This is his usual action when thinking.

The 'Jiang Zijin' in the photo is too rigid and stereotyped, not as vivid and beautiful as the one Verhill saw just now.

The drop of blood was taken from Jiang Zijin's body when he took down the dead leaf.

Vihir raised his right hand and put the blood beads into his lips.

He smelled the smell of that drop of blood as if he had been hit by a Gu.

The sense of smell of the blood race is dozens of times that of ordinary humans, and they can smell many things that are difficult for humans to smell.

Including this drop of blood.

The cold and wet tongue swept the blood beads in, and the blood melted in the mouth, Visher fell into an unspeakable state of obsession.

His lips were sharp, and the sides of his tightly pursed lips were trembling uncontrollably.

There was a fever-like thirst in the throat, and the sharp fangs protruded.

The soul trembled uncontrollably.

——It’s really sweet.

......

Jiang Zijin was pulled by the wrist and walked out.

"Hitchel..."

Jiang Zijin couldn't break free from that hand, the tall and strong man forcibly dragged her away from the banquet hall.

Ahead was a deep and silent grove, Hitchel strode into it, and stopped until there was no one around.

Jiang Zijin's wrists were numb, and she finally got free. Hitchel turned around and pushed her against a tree.

Leaning her back against the thick tree trunk, she raised her head and gasped in pain.

Hitchel's expression was indifferent, and his stern eyebrows suppressed a terrifying hostility.

"On the neck, was bitten?"

"Wilhill?"

Jiang Zijin didn't know what he was talking about, and she hadn't been bitten before.

Being dragged all the way without looking back, and not being able to listen to a word from her, anyone would be very angry.

Jiang Zijin frowned, "I've said it many times just now, I've never seen Verhir at all, today is the first time I saw him..."

Hitchel interrupted her coldly, "Lie."

The man stood in front of Jiang Zijin, before anyone could react, he suddenly grabbed her by the neckline and pulled it down.

"On your neck, there is a vampire's—" smell.

He didn't care about the severity of his strikes, the force was too strong.

The cold voice stopped abruptly when he saw Jiang Zijin's skin as white as jade.

The pearls on the black dress were pulled and broken by Hitchel, and the round, delicate and lustrous pearls fell down one by one, and the collar was pulled to the chest, and it almost fell off completely.

Jiang Zijin's chest felt cold, and his mind was in a daze.

System: [Wuhu, play hooligans. 】

There was a deep and light red on the back of her neck, as if she had been pinched by something.

The saliva of the blood race has a healing effect on wounds. Every time they bite a person, they will use saliva to heal her blood holes. Generally, there will be no scars on the skin, but this kind of deep and shallow red marks.

"you--"

Jiang Zijin covered her chest, her shoulders on both sides were exposed, her skin, which looked extremely fair even in the night, was trembling constantly due to the cold wind.

Hitchel was stiff all over, his expression froze.