My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

The night wind blows, and blood spreads.

Lightning and torrential rain intertwined, smashed on the tall trees, and thick smoke billowed up, like a punishment from the gods to the world, ruthless and cruel.

The smell of blood spread in this scorched land, where no grass grew and no one lived there.

There is no daylight in this area, dark clouds are everywhere, and all vitality does not exist here.

But on these scorched ground, many low-level creatures can still be seen crawling forward... maybe not lingering.

The smell of blood does not come from them either.

Take a closer look, there are piles of foreskin monsters with their backs stretched like densely packed ants, enveloping a bloody thing on the ground, and eating the flesh together with the flies.

Eerie and weird, giving people endless chill and coldness.

This is like a breeding ground for low-level monsters.

Surrounded by railings, they are kept in enclosures like livestock—or rather, they are livestock.

Klass the foreskin monster.

But outside the fence, there are many houses and castles in the shape of monsters, and the tallest castle is located at the top of the mountain.

It is gorgeously decorated with thorny roses, beautiful but full of danger, vines are all over the stone wall, and crows stare coldly at everything below with their scarlet eyes.

In the main hall, paper is drunk with money.

The vampires who carnivaled all day fell asleep sweetly in the blood wrap, with satisfied smiles on the corners of their mouths, sinking into extravagance.

On the roof, a group of bats that had passed through the icy storm stopped here. When they landed, the bats immediately transformed into a handsome pale man.

Her long purple hair was scattered, and the smell of blood came from her body. Her face was haggard and grim, with a bit of gritted teeth and unwillingness.

The moment the boots stepped into the hall, a vampire in a light sleep suddenly opened its blood-red eyes, and looked at Shilih mockingly: "Isn't this Prince Shilih? Why did you come back so haggard?"

The one who spoke was a pretty girl, wearing a gorgeous and exquisite aristocratic dress, trimmed with black lace, and decorated with shining crystals on it, it was gorgeous and magnificent.

The girl's voice caused other vampires to wake up one after another. After looking at the person who came back, they all laughed——

"It's Shirih, you seem to be seriously injured?"

"Hahaha, what a mess, Your Royal Highness."

"It really is a waste, didn't you still talk nonsense before you left, saying that it would mess up the human country? Didn't it come back like this in the end?"

"..."

Sirih heard the irony of these words, ignored them, sneered, and reluctantly walked towards the blood pool where the wounded were recuperating.

The black gloved hand gripped a dagger tightly. After taking off his clothes, the man entered the pool of blood. The moment he was wrapped, the severe pain in his heart finally eased for a moment.

Straight to the heart - the pain was unbearable.

Within a few seconds, the petite girl who woke up first walked up to Sirih with her bare feet, lay on the side of the pool covered with soft carpets, squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "You seem to be in a very bad condition. , my dear brother."

These words are not caring, just gloating.

Bloodline discrimination is very serious. Even though Sirih has already taken the position of prince, these pure-blooded vampires still look down on him from the bottom of their hearts.

Shilih looked sideways and glanced at her lightly, "It's none of your business, Andena"

Andena raised her eyebrows, and smiled with red lips, "It's none of my business? Shilih, who allows you to talk to me like this?"

Before Shilih could respond, she seemed to think of something, and said again, "Oh yes, I almost forgot, you seem to be no longer that lowly and lowly thing, so, it's because you finally sat on the seat." Do you think you have the qualifications to be so arrogant after taking the position of prince?"

Shilih didn't speak, her indifferent eyes seemed to disdain her words.

"..." The girl smiled, and her smile became even colder. The pale hand covered with red nail polish slowly stretched out, and then grabbed Shilih's hair tightly!Before the man's heart wound had fully recovered, he ruthlessly—pressed his head into the pool of blood—opened his eyes wide, his pupils constricted, and cursed in a sharp, high-pitched voice: "Dirty thing! Don't think that you can run rampant in front of me just because you are favored by your father!!"

"A scumbag will always be a scumbag! A non-pure bastard! His body will always be full of dirty blood! It's disgusting and unbearable!!"

Hirih grabbed Andena with his backhand, threw her into the pool of blood, broke free from her hand, raised his eyes and stared at her face fiercely, bared his fangs and said, "Get out!"

The girl who fell into the pool of blood screamed, then stood up and stomped on his face, cursing: "Bitch!"

Hirih dodged sideways, grabbed the bathrobe by the pool and put it on his body, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little smug, as if it was on purpose, and sneered: "The cheap things in your mouth are now more favored by father, Perhaps in a short while, your status will always be below mine."

Andena smiled angrily, "Really? Don't be too happy, you bitch."

She left the blood pool, straightened her long hair, glanced at the wound on the man's chest and the dagger placed beside the blood pool, and finally taunted: "You are really useless to be injured like this by a human, disgusting, and waste."

"..."

Andrea is gone.

The purple-haired vampire didn't take off his bathrobe, and returned to the pool of blood wearing it.

The anger from just now slowly dissipated, and he couldn't get angry while recuperating, so Andena wanted to provoke him deliberately.

A cold light appeared in his pupils, and his hatred spread, like a hungry wolf with its fangs hidden, waiting for the day to fight back.

——He would always make Andena's life worse than death.

Cirih leaned against the edge of the blood pool, looked up at the crystal-carved ceiling, held the dagger in his hand, raised it above his head, and looked carefully at it for a long time by the light on the top.

The handle of the dagger is gorgeously carved, and one can tell that the craftsmanship of the craftsman is extraordinary.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, his red lips curled up, and he murmured suddenly - "It really is a wild cat that can scratch people..."

"..."

"What's the matter, Your Highness?" Andy asked.

"...It's nothing." Troy rubbed his shoulders and arms, and frowned slightly: "I just suddenly felt a little cold on my back, as if I was being stared at by something dirty."

After the words fell, everyone immediately put on guard and looked behind the young man, but there was nothing behind him.

Along the way, no major crisis was found. Occasionally, scattered monsters would suddenly jump out, but they were killed by the nearby knight with a sword in the next second.

Troy said: "The barrier in the east of the forest shouldn't be a big problem. Is Saint Magister Agnes here?"