Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

The thick dark red velvet curtains were brushed aside, and the sun, like boiling hot water, was steaming and shone into the cool room with a scorching breath. Winster stood in the shadow behind the window sill.

He was wearing a beige silk nightgown, his smooth long black hair was loosely tied behind him with a headband of the same color, he had a chest full of muscular lines ciruo, his skin was as pale as his face, and his tight lips were He was holding back his anger.

The silver-haired kid stood in the sunshine of the square, like a little devil, with a slingshot in his hand, with a smug face, staring at him with provocative eyes, and hooked his fingers at him, as if to say, "You Come here'.

Cut, dare not come over?Although there is medicinal wine that can replace blood plasma, you are still afraid of the sun, aren't you?

Relying on the protection of the sun, Lan Yan made a face at Winster, and was carried away by Walker after saluting.

Poor Meg Carter was already over 700 years old, and was dragged out of her daydream by the angry real king abruptly, and went to deal with Lan Yan's matter.

Chief Meg, who came to the small courtyard, had a particularly ugly expression on her face. Everyone was too frightened to vent their anger when they saw him.

Vampires are still ruthless, after all, they are their territory.

Lan Yan was put under confinement, and her range of activities was only allowed within the small courtyard, and she was not allowed to go any further.

Lan Yan doesn't care, his actions have proved that the vampire will not harm him at present, and even try to protect him, so why are they afraid of careful confinement.

He didn't cry, fuss, or hang himself, but lay quietly on the bed, looking out of the window sadly (not), neither eating nor drinking, the body under the quilt was too thin, and the little face sunk in the pillow was bloodless , a poor batch.

The servants were all worried, especially Fu Li, the pungent but kind fat cook, who would come in with a rich meal in person every time, and then return with tears in her eyes.

Meg reported the matter to Winster, and His Majesty the King, who was sitting in the plush chair in the study and checked the accounts, didn't raise his head, but said indifferently: "Don't worry, he doesn't want to die."

Meg had to resign, thinking in her heart, it's okay, it's okay, His Majesty the real king is still ruthless, he was afraid that Winster, who had been trying to maintain the balance of power among all parties these years, would become a real bloodless king of benevolence, even being killed by Human offences are tolerated.

Old Meg closed the door and straightened her waist. Nioh, who is full of praise to the next, seems a bit weak to the top.The millennium of peace has been too long, and the forces of all parties are ready to move. I am afraid that it will be difficult to act with kindness. I hope that when he looks at the grown-up child, the anger of the king in his flesh and blood is still boiling.

Ivan Joyce is already very familiar with the journey to the small courtyard on the right side of Eisenmeath. The old man made a diagnosis for Lan Yan and concluded that you can't lock him up, you have to let him Get out, you will kill him like this, Sanlian.

He saw that Lan Yan was struggling, and he didn't even want to take the medicine. In the end, Fuli begged him, so he left the order and said, "I prescribed it. It's useless if he doesn't drink it."

Only then did Winster let go, and canceled the ban on blue smoke.

The moment the ban was lifted, all objects that could be used for ejection were prohibited from being in contact with Lan Yan. With his strength, he could only throw stones to the window sill on the second floor. Because of the height of the floor, he had to use great force. .

As for going to the forbidden area to make trouble in the daytime, Lan Yan didn't dare anymore. He was testing the bottom line of the vampire, and he wasn't really desperate. If Winster didn't come in time that day, he would really burp.

The main banquet hall of the castle always played music from time to time. The nobles were like this, they always used banquets to pass the boring scene, and the vampires were the same, but the time was changed to night.

A huge full moon hangs quietly on the treetops, the night sky is illuminated silver brightly, and a few floating clouds float by.

The silver-haired child shook off his followers, ran out from behind the small courtyard, and slipped into a small door against the wall.

The sound of the music was getting closer, and Lan Yan ran in the long corridor covered with murals. The servant at the entrance of the banquet hall saw him, and his eyes widened in surprise. Lan Yan became famous, Eisenmeath Castle Everyone knows that there is a silver-haired little troublemaker living in the small courtyard.

"Where's Walker? Why didn't you follow him? Hurry up and tell Brian to let the people in the small courtyard take him away quickly." A servant shouted in panic. The people in the banquet hall are all powerful The aristocrats who ran into these people may not be punished for this little troublemaker, but they, the servants, will suffer.

Another servant hugged Lan Yan and wanted to pick him up, but Lan Yan struggled so hard that he couldn't get him away.

"You, forget it, I'll call for someone, you hold him, don't let him run away." Seeing that his companion couldn't subdue Lan Yan, the servant hurriedly ran to call for rescuers.

Lan Yan groaned, bit the servant who was holding him, and groaned, "Let me in."

Servant: "Impossible." Then she screamed and let go of her hand.

Lan Yan quickly got up, pushed open the double luxury wooden doors inlaid with stained glass of the banquet hall, and rushed in.

A small stage was set up in the center of the vaulted banquet hall. A beautiful-looking blond-haired male singer was standing in the center of the stage singing softly. A band wearing a uniform black and blue uniform was accompaning him. A very nice looking piano.Luxuriously dressed men and women are half surrounded, holding wine glasses filled with scarlet liquid, sitting on soft and beautiful sofas, whether they are handsome or not, human or not, they all have pale faces.

Perhaps, because of the power of vampires, they are all proud of their pale skin.

Winston sat in the very center, and the singing on the stage was not interrupted by the small opening of the door. He was listening intently with his eyes closed.Only a few blood clans who were sitting close to the door found Lan Yan, but because of self-cultivation, they didn't get up to ask.

A large crystal chandelier filled with small candles hangs in the center of the vault. The servants move softly from time to time to refill their drinks. Several long tables covered with lace tablecloths are filled with various fruits and pastries, decorated with flowers. Meanwhile, silver candlesticks and cutlery gleamed.

Lan Yan coughed, and walked towards the long table where the food was placed. There was food, and it just so happened that Master Lan was not too full for dinner.

A servant found him and warned him nervously, but he didn't dare to stop him loudly, so he could only let him move here, eat and drink there.

That's right, the singers on this stage can sing really well. Lan Yan also went to the opera house once in her previous life, and the boys on this stage looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, but the people here were all developed earlier, To be able to maintain such a thin and tender voice at the age of sixteen or seventeen, it must be because the eunuch has not escaped.

After the song was over, the hall fell silent, Lan Yan took the lead in applauding, and shouted: "Not bad, you sang well."

Immediately, everyone's eyes were drawn to the child who was not afraid of death. Winster opened his eyes, and Walker Carter just arrived.

"Your Majesty, this subject has neglected his duties, so I will take him away." Walker knelt down and saluted Winster with one arm on his chest.

Lan Yan just ate the cake, with some white cream on her nose, when she saw Walker coming in, she hurriedly ran to the other side of the long table defensively, picked up a piece of snack, and shouted: "Don't come over here." That posture Well, if they came to arrest him, he would at least overturn a few tables in this banquet hall.

Winston leaned on the sofa, looked at Lan Yan, with a look of connivance in his eyes, he raised his hand: "No, just let him stay here." He wanted to see if he could jump What tricks.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding nobles started whispering, observing the expressions and appearances of Lan Yan and Winster, and speculating about their relationship.

The singer on the stage stepped off the stage and snuggled up to Winster, like a weak little white sheep.His name is Shelley Tommy, he is 16 years old, and he is one of Winster's lovers.

"Yes." Walker glanced at Lan Yan, hesitated, and retreated.This poor kid is really dancing on the tip of a knife.

Banquets are nothing more than singing, dancing, eating and chatting. People who are not in the same circle will be treated coldly and ridiculed if they enter.

Lan Yan is like this at the moment, because Winster didn't speak, everyone is still talking about their own, although curious about his identity, but no one took the initiative to talk to him, as if he was separated from them by an invisible film. All isolated.

Winster's method is still clever, but is Lan Yan the kind of person who is afraid of cold reception?He is the king of parties, there is no game he can't play.

The lover whispered beside him, and Winster seemed to be tenderly with him, but he was actually quietly watching Lan Yan's movements.

Lan Yan took a sip of wine, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and walked towards the band. The music is too quiet now, so let's give these old vampires some excitement. A song called Erquan Yinyue is dedicated to the tragic Everyone.

"Let's go, let's go." Lan Yan squeezed away the musician who was playing soothing music, and sat on the bench by herself.

The music was interrupted, and everyone's eyes were attracted. The musician hoped that someone could stop him, but because of Winster's connivance, his hope fell through, and he could only stand up.

"Won't you let him stop?" Shelley asked, his blue eyes pure like a fawn in front of Winster.

The black-haired vampire didn't reply, but just looked at the silver-haired child leisurely.

So did the other vampire nobles, they thought, maybe the kid was just playing around, just trying to add some mischief to the party.

But when the melancholy sound of the piano sounded, they thought again, this child does have some skills, he should have received a good education, the fluent fingering, and the noble instrument like the piano, are only Only nobles can have it.

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Lan Yan gasped: Huh, Huh, Winster, wait for me!