[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

Chapter 151 Showing Affection with the Cruel Gong 8

Desires that haven't appeared for a long time are obviously not so easy to appease.

When Albert finally let go of the blood race who had fainted from exhaustion, the sky outside the castle had darkened again—they had been in the room for a whole day.

He came out of the bathroom with his little pet in his arms, looked at the cleaned bedroom with satisfaction, and then put Bai Mo into the soft bed with a completely different gentle movement from before.

The blood race slept deeply, and there were no tears on his quiet face, but his eyes were still slightly red.

Albert felt that something was wrong with him, and it had started since he saw Bai Mo.

At that time, the blood race was locked in an exquisite restraining cage. When he woke up, he looked confused and painful like a fragile canary, waiting for the highest bidder to take him away, but he had no power to resist it.

He had to admit that those people's comments were true, this vampire was very beautiful, more beautiful than any creature he had ever seen.

It is human nature to like beautiful things, and Albert is no exception.

Everyone who can enter the castle has a beautiful face, but those beautiful faces full of pain and despair are what Albert likes more.

So this time is no exception.Bloodline is beautiful enough to play for a while longer.Thinking this way, he took away the finale product at a high enough price.It's just that what he didn't expect was that after he whipped that body and looked at the pain and helplessness of the blood race, he was not so eager to indulge his emotions.

He untied the high-level restriction that the auction had strengthened for the blood race, but only left and strengthened the one engraved in the eye.

The blood race's eyes were pure black, perhaps it was these eyes that made him decide to buy him, why not just keep them and take them out at the end.Before that, there is no need for those redundant emotions and images to appear in it, they need to be kept pure all the time.

However, he underestimated the power of this monster. The collision of two powerful forces completely damaged the blood race's eyes, which were foggy, like polished glass beads.

And no one knows better than him that the restrictions directly engraved on the body are very dangerous and harsh. Once damaged, even the monster with the strongest resurrection ability cannot recover.

A thought of regret arose in Albert's heart for a moment, especially after hearing the words of the blood race.

However, this time the mistake was still to be attributed to himself. It was he who allowed the vampire to suck blood, and at the same time allowed his sudden desire.

Bai Mo's body covered by the quilt was covered with scars, and the bleeding teeth marks and bruises looked very tragic.

So at this moment, regret once again filled him, even worse than before.

He raised his hand to cover the eyes of the blood race, inspected them carefully, and then, as if to verify his previous conjecture, all the cells there had been necrotic, and there was no possibility of recovery.

Albert withdrew his hand, sat quietly by the bed and looked at Bai Mo for a while, then turned and left the room.

"Where are you going?"

When the man came down the stairs, Phil was setting up the dinner. The loyal servant subconsciously looked back at the ancient wall clock on the wall, a little puzzled: It's already this time, does the Duke have any urgent matters to deal with? ?

Albert didn't answer. He glanced at the steaming creamy soup in Phil's hand, said "take it to him when you wake up," and pushed open the door.

He circled his fingers into a ring and put it to his lips, and when the crisp whistle stopped, the black-haired steed had already run to the owner's side.

Albert patted its neck, then turned on the horse neatly.

"By the way," the man turned his head sideways, looked at Phil who was holding the cloak in his hand, and said, "After the sun sets, open all the castle's restrictions."

"On your orders."

The Duke didn't like to be noisy, so there weren't too many servants in the castle from the beginning, but it wasn't as deserted as it is now.

Anyone who enters the castle must know what to do and what not to do, but not everyone can follow the rule of saying less and watching less.When she found out that the object she served had cruelly whipped a young man into limp flesh, the maid who had tried to climb onto the duke's bed and was thinking every day about how to highlight her plump breasts turned pale with fright. She screamed like crazy and ran outside.

It's just that no one can violate the oath she made, and it turned into a pile of scattered bones the moment she stepped out of the edge of the woods.

This is the first person to try to escape, but it won't be the last.

But the Duke's temper became more and more elusive, and bad rumors began to spread - deep in the woods was a castle belonging to a tyrant, and once he entered, he could not leave alive.

Over time, only the Duke and the only servant who was willing to stay were left in the castle.

It was difficult for Phil to be responsible for all the big and small things in the entire castle by himself at first, but he gradually got used to it.

It just prolongs the time to complete each job, and the last thing he lacks is time.

Almost an hour had passed since Phil followed the correct steps to open all the restrictions. In order to ensure the maximum effectiveness of the restrictions, only special candles could be used for lighting during the period after opening.

The snow-white candle engraved with silver patterns exuded light yellow light. Phil put the last candle in his hand where it should be, but the moment he turned around, his scalp felt numb.

An elongated figure appeared at the corner of the aisle.

This is impossible.

He had confirmed a few minutes ago that the blood race was still in a coma, and he should be the only one in the castle at this time.

So, who does this shadow that is still moving in this direction belong to?

The flame at the top of the candle flickered a few times before being completely extinguished.

The curtains on the aisle hadn't been lowered for a long time, so the moonlight shining through was extremely bright at this moment.Phil suddenly remembered something, he turned his head eagerly and looked out the window, then his eyes widened, full of fear.

There is not a single cloud in the night sky, and there is not a single star. There is only a silver-white full moon hanging alone.

The moon was huge, at least three times its size on a normal night.The moonlight was very bright, and from this angle, the water droplets on the leaves of the plants in the garden could even be seen clearly, shining brightly.

This should be a very beautiful sight, but no one would like it except those creatures living in the dark world.

Today is a full moon and also the once-in-a-decade Night of the Demons.

As if confirming his bad premonition, a girl's chuckle came from the corner, sending chills down the spine.

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