Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

The puppy let out a low and restless whimper, shivering in Lan Yan's embrace, its animal instinct felt the danger here.

There was a faint fragrance in the room, and the curtains were tightly closed, shutting out all the light. It was so dark that it was like a night without lights.

Something in the darkness was disturbed and woke up, and the silk quilt made a small rustling sound.

Lan Yan hadn't noticed yet, he panted heavily, tried to calm his breathing, and at the same time put his ears on the door panel, listening to the movement outside the door.

"Be good, be good, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I will send you back when your mother stops chasing me." Lan Yan stroked the trembling puppy, but the puppy suddenly barked and bit It was in his tiger's mouth, and at the same time, a gust of wind blew up behind him.

Lan Yan suddenly noticed, he quickly opened the door and rushed out of the room, but it was still a step late.

The awakened Jerome Fergus Torredo's skin was as pale as a sculpture, his eyeballs were flushed with manic congestion, and two sharp canine teeth protruded from his mouth, carrying the anger of a beast.

With a scream, Lan Yan was thrown against the wall with great force. Jerome pinched him against the wall by his neck, and slowly lifted his feet off the ground. The strong suffocation made Lan Yan weak.

The little white dog fell from his arms and landed on the soft red carpet, whimpering and crawling to the side, its little tail tucked under its buttocks, trembling non-stop.

Winston on the third floor frowned, awakened by the child's shrill scream, opened the door, and instantly appeared at the scene of the incident on the second floor.

The nearby vampires all woke up from their daydreams, the air was full of madness, the sweetness of blood, killing was imminent.

Lan Yan's eyes were gradually blurred, and Jerome moved closer to the beating pulse in his neck and opened his mouth fiercely.

A greater resistance suddenly appeared, and the strong coercion of the high-ranking people made the remaining vampires who were about to move put away their fangs, bowed and knelt down respectfully.

"Stop it! Jerome!"

Jerome was knocked away by a huge invisible force, and the impact made him slide on the ground for a long distance before stopping.

Lan Yan fell into the air and was embraced by Winster.

The black-haired real king was condescending, his eyes were like a death gap leading to hell, he gently covered the child in his arms with his nightgown, and stared coldly at Jerome, who was clutching his chest in pain.

Jerome came to his senses, his fangs gone, and crawled to Winster's feet, folded his right hand and confessed.

"Get your own punishment."

"Yes."

Lan Yan breathed heavily, and gradually regained consciousness and vision. The vampire walked barefoot with him in his arms. From his angle, he could only see his graceful and resolute mandible angle, his tall nose, and slender and thick eyelashes .

"Thank you." He held Winster's fingers tightly with his right hand and said softly.

When Winston looked over, he had already lowered his eyes.

When the real black-haired king appeared in front of the human servants on the right side of the castle with the silver-haired child in his arms, everyone was shocked and knelt tremblingly to welcome them.

"Who's taking care of him?" Winston asked.

Trieste raised her head in fear: "It's...it's me."

Winston handed Lan Yan into her hands, and said gently: "He was overly frightened and passed out. Someone invite Joyce here."

"Yes... yes." Trieste didn't dare to look at him, and lowered her head to take Lan Yan, but Lan Yan held Winster's fingers tightly and would not let go.

Winston gently opened Lan Yan's fingers and stared at Trieste, his deep voice implied a warning. "Take care of him, since this is your duty, don't let him get hurt again."

"Yes." Trieste promised tremblingly.

Ivan Joyce never expected to come to Pure White Castle so soon. He always thought that he had nothing to do with Pure White Castle. Last time His Majesty the King invited him to see a doctor for the child, his reputation soared. The business has more than doubled than before, and many nobles have begun to seek medical treatment from him.

You know, although he has excellent medical skills, he is not the only doctor in the city.If this continues, he feels that an apprentice will not be enough for him.

"It's not a serious injury." Joyce washed his hands in the sink. "I have already applied medicine to his wound and bandaged it. When you scrub him, be careful not to get wet."

"Okay." Trieste wiped Lan Yan's face with a wet towel.

The daytime supervisor Brian was also in the room, and he was relieved when he heard Joyce say that Lan Yan was fine. He was tall and tall, and he looked like a muscular and vicious man, but he was actually very careful.

After sending Joyce out, he went back to the room and reprimanded Trieste, because he had already heard what the servant said. When Lan Yan was chased by the dog, she just stood together with the other servants. Watching the fun from the sidelines did nothing to protect him.

Trieste, who was punished, was dissatisfied. When she returned to the room, she looked at Lan Yan with resentment in her eyes. She was just a blood slave. It was obviously just food for those adults, and her status was lower than theirs. She needed her careful attention. Serve?

Lan Yan missed lunch and only woke up in the evening.

The sky was already covered with orange-red sunset glow layered upon layer, he noticed Triste's unwavering expression, and held her hand when she was dressing him. "I'm sorry," he said.

Trieste withdrew her hand, arranged his clothes, left the room, and didn't speak to him again until dinner.

Lan Yan sat in front of the window in despair, the night had already fallen, and the darkness belonged to the carnival of the people of the night.

Trieste treated him very well during this time, and Lan Yan didn't want to ruin their intimate relationship because of her own mistakes.

He sat blankly by the window in a daze, and he didn't notice when the candles were lit in the room.When Trieste called his name again, he turned his head happily.

I saw the red-haired maid standing respectfully by the door, and the real king Winston standing in the center. He is really too tall, completely blocking the door, it should be more than 1.9 meters, right?Lan Yan thought.

Something beeped, and Lan Yan's eyes widened.

Winston took out the little white dog from his coat pocket, walked up to Lan Yan and squatted down, and handed it to him. "Did you drop it?" he said.

The little white dog curled up in Winster's broad palm, its black eyes reflected blue smoke, and even though the vampire didn't hurt it, it still trembled in fear.

Lan Yan opened her mouth wide, and looked at Winster deeply, what the hell, is this a vampire?Is this the appearance carved by God?

"Yes, no, I left it behind." He stammered.

"Don't lose it again." Winster put the puppy into Lan Yan's hands.

"Okay, okay." Lan Yan caught the puppy with both hands, her eyes seemed to be glued to Winster's face, and she was reluctant to leave at all.

Winston got up and was about to leave, but Lan Yan suddenly came back to his senses, put the puppy on the table, jumped off the stool, and shouted: "Thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome." Winston turned his head slightly with his back to him. "Stay well, don't run around anymore."

"Okay, okay, okay..." With a good-looking profile, Lan Yan swallowed, and chased Winster out of the room until Winster completely disappeared in front of his eyes.

"Who is he?" Lan Yan asked while lying on the door frame.

"Your Majesty the True King," Trieste said.

Fuck, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.Lan Yan keeps lying in his heart, because at this moment, only lying can express the crazy excitement in his heart.

"Brian said that the puppy was given to you." Trieste said coldly.

"Great." Lan Yan said happily. "Then can I send my puppy to its mother for milk?"

"No."

"Why?" Lan Yan was puzzled.

"The bitch has been sent away."

"Ah? Then what about my puppy? It's only three weeks old." Lan Yan shouted worriedly.

Trieste snorted coldly: "No one will care about that."

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The stupid author whispered: If you die, you won't be able to play anymore... (The voice gradually fades away under the death gaze of Lord Zhenwang)

Winster's palm gently wrapped Lan Yan's hand: Be good, we are nobles, so don't swear.