Yuqiongyin

After Kula was pulled down, Sylvaly turned her head slightly and looked at Lucas beside her, and asked lazily: "Just now... did you want to help me take the whip?"

Hearing her question, Lucas responded in a low voice: "This is what I should do."

After saying this, Lucas's eyes unconsciously fell on Sylvaria's slightly red hand.

Sylvaria followed his gaze and noticed that he was staring at the palm of his hand with a hint of worry and concern in his eyes.

"I'm fine." She subconsciously pulled her hand back, but Lucas held it gently.

His hands were warm and strong, making her feel inexplicably at ease.

"I'm glad you're okay," Lucas said softly, a sense of relief evident in his voice.

He looked away from her hands and met her gaze, a gentle gleam in his eyes.

Lucas rubbed her palms gently, his movements were gentle and delicate, making her feel comfortable and relaxed.

Sylva Ria nodded slightly, acquiescing to his action. "Let's play for two more days. We have to go back and prepare for the dinner. The human world seems pretty good."

"Okay, I will obey your majesty."

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It was another full moon night, and the blood-red color dyed the entire night sky. Everything looked so beautiful, yet full of danger and weirdness.

The castle where the Escalot family held the dinner was located beside a tranquil lake and surrounded by lush forests, making it look particularly mysterious and peaceful.

The castle's architectural style combines classical and modern elements, showing a unique charm. Its towering spires, gorgeous carvings and spacious courtyards all demonstrate the family's wealth and power.

The magnificent banquet hall, with countless precious magic stones inlaid on the walls and ceiling, emits brilliant and colorful light, illuminating the entire space.

As the melodious music sounded, the earls and ladies of the vampire clan gracefully stepped onto the dance floor and began to dance. Their steps were light and powerful, and they fully displayed their unique charm and style to the rhythm of the music.

The vampires were immersed in this joyous atmosphere, however, the human nobles and ladies who were invited to the dinner seemed a little restrained and uncomfortable.

They were dressed in gorgeous gowns and wearing all kinds of dazzling jewelry, but they could only stand in the corner, cowering and not daring to take a step forward. There was a hint of fear and uneasiness in their eyes, and they were full of vigilance towards the surrounding environment.

These human nobles and ladies originally thought that they could establish friendly relations with the vampires, but now it seems that this idea may be too naive.

They realized that although the vampires welcomed them on the surface, in reality, there was an unbridgeable gap between the two.

Sylva Ria was wearing an exquisite evening gown, the hem of which was as dazzling as a blooming flower. She leaned lazily on the railing, overlooking the entire banquet hall.

His eyes swept over the nobles who were talking. Although there was beautiful music being played on the spot, it could not cover up the voices of the nobles' discussions.

She was still late coming downstairs because her maids were still busy adjusting her long skirt, carefully smoothing out every wrinkle to ensure that her image was perfect.

This also gave Sylvaria more time to observe the thoughts of these guests. The vampires had a keen sense of perception and naturally noticed the anxiety in the royal king's actions and eyes.

Ever since Sylvaria returned from the human world, everything has been arranged for her.

Not only her family, but the entire vampire clan attached great importance to this dinner. They planned it carefully and made sure that Sylva would appear in front of everyone in the most gorgeous attire.

For the vampires, this dinner is not only a social event, but also an opportunity to demonstrate their strength and status.

Sylvain appears as the king of the vampires, representing not only the family but also the vampires.

She couldn't help but recall her experiences in the human world over the past two days, and the feelings that were completely different from the vampire society.

But she knew that returning to the vampire world had her own responsibilities, which also meant facing more constraints and rules.

"Your Majesty, the time has come." The maid standing beside reminded softly.

After hearing these words, Sylvaria slowly raised her head, her purple-red eyes flashing brightly. She raised her chin slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She casually picked up a glass of red wine with an elegant and calm movement.

Her slender fingers gently lifted the hem of her skirt and she walked towards the banquet hall downstairs step by step. The gorgeous golden dress she was wearing shone brightly in the candlelight, and the hem of her skirt fluttered gently with her movements.

The melodious music sounds slowly like the gurgling water, making people feel extremely happy and relaxed.

At this moment, the lights gradually gathered and shone on the noble woman. Her figure was illuminated by the soft light, making her look particularly dazzling.

A noble and cold face, skin as white as snow, lips slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

Her long silver hair was piled up high, forming an exquisite bun. This hairstyle not only added to her noble temperament, but also highlighted her elegance and charm.

However, what caught her attention most were her indifferent purple eyes.

These eyes were like a deep lake, calm and mysterious, revealing an air of confidence and composure, as if the whole world was under her control.

This powerful aura makes people around her fall in love with her and feel awe in her.

Her arrival is bound to become the focus of everyone's attention. Everyone will be attracted by her, marvel at her beauty and be impressed by her nobility.

Sylva Ria exudes an unparalleled charm that makes people fall for her.

She is like a shining pearl, emitting irresistible light.

At this moment that attracted everyone's attention, the human prince Alex slowly walked into the banquet hall.

He was wearing a finely tailored suit, with a slender figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and every inch of his body was a near-perfect masterpiece. His face was extremely handsome and impeccable. His eyes were as deep as the night sky, shining with star-like light, and his smile was gentle and decent.

Alex walked slowly and gracefully in front of Sylvaly.

He bowed slightly and saluted her respectfully, his voice low and magnetic: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'm late."

His gaze remained on Sylvaria's face, revealing deep respect and admiration in his eyes.

The elders of the blood clan couldn't help but hold their breath. Sylvain hated those who didn't keep their promises the most. They didn't know how she would punish the human prince Alex this time.

Sylva Ria glanced at him and said, "Since we are late for the dinner, let's go back."

After hearing these words, Alex's heart suddenly tightened. He widened his eyes and looked at Sylvaria in disbelief.

The latter elegantly picked up the red wine glass and took a sip, feeling the rich taste of the wine flowing on his tongue, his eyes involuntarily drifted in the direction of Lucas.

She couldn't help but recall the night when she tasted his blood. It was an indescribable sweetness, as if it had some kind of intoxicating magic that made her unable to stop.

Compared with the red wine she had just drunk, the taste in her memory seemed richer and more charming, as if it had left a deep impression on her taste buds.

Every time I recall it, I can feel that strong impact and desire.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty...?"

Sylvalia came back to her senses, turned to look at Alex, frowned slightly, why hasn't this person left yet?

A woman wearing a small golden crown on her head walked over. Sylva looked at her. Her facial features were bright and deep, and she seemed somewhat familiar.

The long dress that dragged on the ground made her look elegant and calm, but when she saw Sylvaria, there was more fear in her eyes.

Seeing that she was being stared at by the King of the Blood Clan, the fake smile on Kula's face deepened. She lifted the hem of her skirt and saluted her, "Kula... greets Your Majesty. I am late because of Kula's matter. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Sylva Ria glanced at her calmly and said nothing.

Kula still chose to be patient. The king of the blood clan was as proud as a peacock, and his eyes were indifferent, as if the opposition between classes was clear and distinct, and he didn't care about anything in front of him.

Seeing that Sylvalya didn't answer, Kula's smile began to stiffen. She had never been ignored like this before. There was a hint of unhappiness in her tone, but she still maintained a smile on her face, "Your Majesty? Can I take my brother away?"