Kuaichuan is pampered and coquettish

The handsome and evil fallen angel quietly looked at Rong Shu's silent side face, and suddenly put him on the blanket, Rong Shu's sight was cut off, he blinked blankly, and only heard the man's smiling face The voice came into the ear, "Has the baby gotten along with Jesse all these years?"

Rong Shu, ".."

This is simply a proposition. If he says yes or no, it proves that he has kept people by his side. If he said that he has not been with Jesse these years, he will be found by Chris at that time. Even more guilty...

So why did he bring Jesse back in the first place?For that little blood?

But...after being nourished by Jesse's blood, his strength has faintly surpassed that of the Blood Emperor.

Therefore, it is indeed a very lucky thing for a vampire to meet his own singer.

But Rong Shu's situation is actually a bit complicated.

He never expected to meet Chris so soon! ! !

Chris didn't get an answer from the other party, and a deep coldness flashed across his dead blood eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

Although Rong Shu's tendons were severed and his self-healing ability was inhibited, other than that, his other senses were still sharp. He clearly felt that Chris' breath disappeared nearby at a certain moment.

...Cris is not going to find Jesse, is he? ! !

Rong Shu was once again deeply impressed by his ability to kill.

Now the situation is completely different in the plot, what the hell! ! !

In the plot, after Chris was seriously injured by the entruster, it took more than 100 years to have enough strength to take revenge, and later he fell after the death of the heroine.

Why did a prophecy angel come to him after only 20 years...Rong Shu chose to die on the spot.

Thu

Stepping into the castle blatantly all the way, the strong blood and energy around him were suppressed, so that the servants who were bold enough to try to stop him fell to the ground before they could get close, covered in cold sweat and unable to get up.

The servant who was held hostage and led the way felt that he was much harder than them, and his legs were weak and he had to hold on to not fall.

He was afraid that once he fell down, he would never have a chance to stand up again.

Why are so many servants just so unlucky for him, and the other party is aggressive, and he can tell it is not a good thing at a glance.

If he leads the way to Mr. Jesse, His Royal Highness will definitely not let him go, but if he doesn't lead the way, it will be dead on purpose.

Chris's complexion became more and more gloomy, and the evil spirit all over his body seemed to be solidified, and his crystal clear blood eyes stared straight at the blood servant leading the way.

It was just a guess and a test, and Raphael didn't reply him, but he didn't expect to find Jesse here, and he really hid Jesse at home.

The conjectures became reality again and again, and Chris felt that he was about to be unable to restrain the mania in his heart.

Want to destroy that person so that no one will rob him.

Suddenly, he stopped and walked slowly to a door.

The servant leading the way in front was always paying attention to the movement of the evil god behind him, and when he saw him stop, he did not dare to move again.

He swallowed his drowsiness and was about to say something, when the man said casually, "It smells like Raphael in it."

Blood servant's heart trembled, he didn't know what kind of feud this person had with His Royal Highness and Mr. Jesse, he just felt that the other party was not kind.

But it was about his own life, he hesitated for a while and said. "This is the bedroom of His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Oh." Chris slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, took off the blood-red rose wreath on the door and put it away, before continuing to move forward.

The door of the room opened suddenly, and someone kicked it mercilessly from the outside, hitting the wall with a loud noise.

Jesse, who was lying on his side on the bed facing the wall, suddenly opened his eyes wide. The blood slaves in the castle have always been respectful to him. The one who dared to kick his door, could it be... Raphael came to see him?

Jessie's eyes widened in surprise, and she froze as soon as she turned around.

The other party's long black hair was as smooth as silk, and it was casually draped around the ankles. When the wind blew in from the window, a long strand of hair was entangled and fluttered in the air, as if a big net was about to envelop the person in it.

The exquisite facial features lost a bit of greenness, and the blood-red pupils were hollow and deep, as if they could drown people in them.The vermilion lips were pursed lightly, revealing a cool evilness for no reason.

Chris was half leaning against the door, his beautiful eyes looked at him jokingly, "Long time no see, it seems...you haven't had a good time these years."

Hearing this familiar voice, Jesse's mind went blank. It took him a while to react, and he stammered, "K, ke..."

Chris smiled and said, "What? I haven't seen you for 20 years and even forgot my name? Or is it too exciting to reunite with old friends after a long absence?" After confirming the identity of the person in front of him, Jesse's face changed instantly, "You ......you are not......"

When he said this, he quickly covered his mouth, looked at Chris' long black hair and bloody pupils in horror, "You, have you become a vampire?"

Chris didn't answer, just strode towards Jesse with the corners of his mouth hooked.

Jessie's hairs stood on end immediately, he shrank back and leaned his back against the wall, he saw a servant standing at the door with his head bowed, he wanted to call for help, but his neck was stuck and he was almost out of breath Come.

"Let go...let me go..." Jessie burst into tears in pain.

Chris smiled, "Who seduced my boyfriend with your confidence?"

"It's useless to be ugly, you just talk about what you can do, and you only know to ask others to save you when it's critical."

"Raphael won't like you."

As he said this, he laughed more and more wantonly.

The wound was violently opened and placed in the air, Jesse's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and said, "So what, I am his singer and his destined soul mate, and you are just an older than me." When I meet him, if he doesn't like me, it's even less likely to like you."

Chris pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time. It seemed that he was unresponsive before he understood what Jesse had just said. He tightened his palms tightly and watched the other party struggling in pain in his hands coldly.

Jessie kicked vigorously and pushed the man with both hands and feet, but the difference in strength was too great to shake him.

Emerald-colored pupils revealed deep malice and hatred, and fragmented words came out of his throat, "Ra...Raphael...for the past 20 years, often

Will... come to me, spend the night, he likes... my blood..."

His eyes blurred, but he curled the corner of his mouth maliciously.

Chris threw him away, and said with a sneer, "Are you trying to provoke my relationship with Raphael? Do you think I will believe you?"

Jesse gasped for a long time before saying, "Just because I am his singer..."

In fact, in the past 20 years, he hadn't seen Raphael once, and no matter how much he went on a hunger strike to make noise, the other party was indifferent, but he was afraid that he would never see Raphael again after he died, and he didn't dare to torture himself to death.

Chris patted his face, the corners of his mouth raised, but there was no smile in his eyes, "You don't smell like Raphael, and there is no such thing in this room..."

Jesse fiddled with his hair helplessly, and said weakly, "He hasn't come to see me for a few years, we had a fight..." Seeing Chris's face

His expression changed slightly, and he suddenly laughed heartily, "It's been a long time since I've stayed here for the night. I'm on a hunger strike recently, so I wonder if I can get him to come and see me..."

Chris looked at him quietly, "You know it won't do you any good to piss me off."

Jesse said, "If I can't get someone, you can't get it... Speaking of which, we really have the same disease, even if we once had

However, didn't you lose it in the end? "

Facing the increasingly gloomy atmosphere around Chris, Jesse smiled back without fear, "But I'm much better than you, I was just abandoned by him, and you were killed by him..."

"Click." With a crisp sound, Chris slowly withdrew his clenched palm in mid-air, using so much force that his fingertips were deeply embedded in the flesh.

He seemed not to be aware of the pain, curled the corners of his mouth, and watched the man on the bed with wide-open eyes slowly fall down, leaving a deep mark on his white neck.

He stepped back, wiped off the blood on his hands, his eyes were empty and cruel.

He's just a piece of trash, who has the right to rob him.

At this time, Rong Shu was struggling to use his arm to wipe off the black ribbon covering his eyes. His wrist was broken and he couldn't use his strength, but his arm could barely move.

He struggled and rubbed for a long time, finally pulled it up a little bit, before he had time to look out, his shoulder suddenly bumped into something.

Rong Shu froze.

He almost subconsciously lowered his hand and pretended to be dead, but the man kicked his arm with his boots relentlessly, and said in a cold voice, "Pull it up, why don't you do it."

Rong Shu, "..."

Keep playing dead.

His cold fingertips brushed across his cheeks, sensing that the other party had upward intentions, Rong Shu's heart tightened, fearing that the other party would directly make him blind, he subconsciously turned his head to the side.

After doing this action, Rong Shu's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, the next moment, someone grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him up from the ground. His blade-sharp fingertips slowly slid across the black eyes covering his eyes with a hint of threat. But Rong Shu didn't dare to move any more.

"That's it." Chris raised the corners of his mouth as if he was finally satisfied, but his eyes were full of coldness, "You have to be obedient, so that you can suffer less."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black cloth tied around the young vampire's eyes was ripped off, and the sudden light made Rong Shu lower his head in discomfort, even though the curtains in the room were half open and the light was dim.

"Look up, look at me." Chris squeezed Rongshu's chin to force him to look up, and the huge black wings stretched out from behind and pressed down heavily again, completely blocking all the light.Losing the vampire's night vision ability, he couldn't see the opponent's expression clearly in the dark.

I just felt an invisible suffocation enveloping him, as if a hole had been broken in his body, and countless cold winds blew in, spreading the coldness to his limbs and bones.

Being completely possessed in the darkness, Rong Shu bit his lips firmly to prevent himself from whimpering in pain, but he couldn't help letting out a few broken groans because of the other party's rude movements.

Even though he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, he could still feel two beams of cold eyes falling on him unabashedly.

The other party's undisturbed breathing showed his unwavering emotions, and it seemed that this was done purely out of torturing him, without any pity or love.