The whole universe is praising my vest

The next morning, An He sat by the window and read a book.

Of course the book he was reading was not a fairy tale. An He had already asked him to take back the fairy tale Dai Ya brought last night.

After breaking away from the identity of the blood prince, An He has not been in contact with the eighty galaxy for many years. New works have sprung up in recent years. What An He is watching is a work about the blood prince. It was just released this year. It is said that Sales are extremely high.

The author of this book, An He, checked on Xingwang. He focused on writing works related to blood princes. The words in his articles were full of praise, which caused a lot of racial resentment and boycotts who hated the prince, but the author is still good. In the background, An He became a little curious.

It was shameful to see others boasting about himself, but An He, driven by curiosity, turned the page and read for a while. As a result, he changed from reading word by word to ten lines at a glance, and it was still difficult to read, and the speed of turning pages became slower and slower.

"What is this writing?" An He doubted life.

The comments on Starnet are true, the book is full of praises for the prince of the blood clan, what else is there in this book besides praising the prince?

The notorious identity of the prince of the blood clan has been molded into a perfect existence, and the views revealed in the text even feel that the prince is comparable to a god.

An He turned back to the cover and remembered the author's name printed on it.

The author did not use his real name, but a fabricated pseudonym. Many people tried to find out the author's true identity, but to no avail.

Of course, An He was not so bored as to check the author's identity carefully, he just muttered: "I don't know who it is, don't let me find out that you are a blood race."

There was a knock on the door, and An He raised his head and said, "Come in."

Dai Ya opened the door from the outside. He half-kneeled on the ground and saluted An He respectfully, "Good morning, Prince." He acted like a well-trained housekeeper, "I brought you breakfast."

An He Zai blood rarely drinks blood, and his food preferences are not biased towards elves, but more towards human style.The other blood races didn't think too much about it. As the strongest man at the top of the eighty galaxies, the prince is free to do whatever he likes.

Keeping An He's preference in mind, Dai Ya served the breakfast in a human style.

"After breakfast, do you want to rest?"

The rest time of the vampires is during the day, which is the opposite of the routine of most creatures.

They are not wild bats living in the deep mountains and old forests, but a part of the society of eighty galaxies. In order to cooperate with the operation of the outside world and facilitate interaction with the outside world, many blood races are active during the day and rest at night.

After An He unified the eighty galaxies, some vampires suggested that they could force the entire eighty galaxies to cooperate with the vampires, making night an active time.

An He smiled warmly: "Do you think this idea is good?"

The blood race shut up instantly, not daring to bring up similar ideas again.

Daya waited for An He's answer, and An He glanced at him: "Do you think I was born yesterday and need to sleep like a child?"

"Don't dare." Dai Ya lowered his head.

"Look at you, what happened to the blood race." An He said, "Let's hear it."

"Nothing can be hidden from your eyes." Daya paused, "Something happened to Simmons."

"What's the matter?" An He closed the book, and came to the classical bookcase that occupied the entire wall and extended to the ceiling. There were a variety of books neatly placed on it, all of which were stored by An He before.

As for the book that An He just read, he bought it while shopping for daily necessities on the way to the blood clan territory with two traversers, and it turned out to be a waste of money.

"It's hard for me to tell you about such a scandal." The unhappiness accumulated in Dai Ya's brows and eyes came from Simmons, "Two days ago, Simmons recognized a human being as you in the city of chaos and called out After the human left, Simmons still thought he was a prince, and even ignored Duke Eleanor's anger, insisted on looking for him and protecting him. Duke Eleanor brought Simmons back and imprisoned him in blood. prison."

"And then?" An He didn't want to put the book in his hands on the display shelf to be an eyesore, and felt that it would tarnish his book collection, so he threw it into the bottom drawer of the bookcase.

"During the process of being escorted by Duke Eleanor, Simmons resisted fiercely." Dea explained objectively, "Simmons could have been promoted to the title a long time ago, but he had no intention of doing so. After this incident, he was finally promoted. .”

An He said: "Promoted to Marquis, he is far from Eleanor's opponent."

"Yes, Simmons has been in the blood prison until now." Dea said, "During the promotion process, Simmons first rebelled against Duke Eleanor, but was suppressed and punished by Duke Eleanor. He was injured and imprisoned. After the blood prison, he was still thinking about that human being, and he had no intention of stabilizing his own situation, sorting out the boiling and chaotic blood in his body, which led to a mistake in promotion, and the situation was dangerous."

"The Duke can solve Simmons' promotion accident." An He said, "Daiya, you are the Duke."

"Before meeting you, I went to the Blood Prison, originally intending to help Simmons." Dea explained, "But Simmons refused."

An He turned his head and looked at Dai Ya, "Why?"

"Because I want to correct Simmons' concept, I told him that the real prince has been resurrected, and that human is not the prince. His cognition is wrong." Dai Ya's tone was heavy, with coldness from his downcast eyes In a flash, "However, Simmons insisted on his own idea, thinking that you are a false prince, and that human is the real one."

An He understood: "So, you just left Simmons alone?"

Dai Ya didn't know that An He was under the prince's skin. He witnessed the process of the prince's resurrection, so he naturally felt that Simmons had made a mistake.

Simmons was so stubborn, he lost all empathy for Simmons.

"I told him to die if he wanted to." Dai Yawen said.

If it continues to drag on, Simmons' life is indeed in danger.

An He sighed at this oolong.

Dai Ya looked nervous, "Prince, did I do something wrong?"

An He added Deya to the list of blood clans that need education, got up and said, "Let's go, go to the blood prison to see Simmons."

The Blood Prison is located deep underground, and you can go straight down by taking the elevator from the castle.

Different from the Wangdu Prison in the unnamed galaxy, the Blood Prison is located in a roughly excavated cave. The walls are made of uneven rocks, without any filling or paint for decoration. It has continued from ancient times to the present.

The vampires who were imprisoned here because of a mistake did not deserve a better environment.

The lights were very bright, because it would bring discomfort to the vampires, and the vampires who were imprisoned left a lot of wailing, spilled a lot of blood, and deposited in the rocks to become stains.The air is mixed with a cold chill, as if turning into countless fine needles and piercing into the seams of human bones. Any sound that sounds here will produce a terrifying echo.

"The times have changed, and the blood prison should also be changed." An He looked around, "We have to keep pace with the times and be more humane."

Dai Ya immediately said: "When do you want to carry out the transformation? I will prepare in advance."

"No hurry, let's talk later." An He said.

The material surrounding the cell is special, like a block formed by blood coagulation.There is nothing in the cell, not even basic beds, tables and chairs, and it often rains blood. Blood rain will not harm the criminal's body, but it will bring sensory pain. The darker the rain, the more painful it will be. more and more.If you switch to other races to shower with blood, the pain you suffer will be ten times greater than that of blood races.

With the blood race's previous style, how could it be possible to get the favorability of other races?

During An He's tenure as the blood prince, he made some changes to the blood prison, but he did not make major changes, because he rarely locked others in.

An He hadn't used much punishment places like the Castle of Sin.

He has his own way of punishment.

After An He left, it seemed that the Blood Prison had been reactivated.

However, the frequency of use is not high. Along the way An He walked, many cells were empty, and it was easy to detect where Simmons' breath was located.

"It's almost there." An He said.

Next door to Simmons was a vampire, Frey.

He had neglected his duty on the Prince's Ring mission, which Eleanor certainly did not forget.

If it wasn't for Simmons, Frey might have died under Eleanor's umbrella. He was very concerned about Simmons' state and was worried at the moment, trying to persuade Simmons to soften up and accept Dyer's help.

Daya walked ahead and arrived at Simmons' cell first.An He fell behind, and when he passed Frey's cell, he stopped slightly and smiled at Frey.

There is basically no blood family who does not know the prince's appearance.

They either through portraits, or through the images left by the prince during his lifetime.

Although An He pretended to be much younger and no longer had heterochromatic pupils, Frey could recognize that this was the appearance of the prince.

When Deia came to help Simmons earlier, their conversation did not avoid Frey. Frey knew that the prince seemed to be resurrected, but Simmons did not believe it. He thought that the human adventurer named Anhe was the prince, and Deia was very It was certain that the one who was resurrected was the real prince, and Frey was confused by them, and he didn't know which one was right.

Out of personal emotions, Frey wanted to believe Simmons, but a human being is a prince, isn't it unbelievable?Why did the prince turn into a human?

Simmons couldn't come up with evidence, just relying on his feelings.

From the perspective of rationality and strong psychology, Frey still prefers the Duke of Deia.

Seeing the existence of the suspected prince nodding and smiling at him, Frey felt flattered.

Frey was covered in rain of blood and was in a panic.He wiped the rain of blood from his face, feeling that the first impression he made on the prince was not good. Ever since Duke Eleanor found out, Frey had been regretting his drinking mistakes, and now the regret deepened again. .

Over there, seeing Daya coming again, Simmons did not welcome the attitude shown.

The blood-red rain kept sliding down Simmons' pale face, adding a bit of coldness to his gloomy appearance.

Dai Ya said: "Simmons, haven't you repented yet?"

"I'm not wrong, how can I repent." Simmons sneered, "Duke Deia, you are the one who is obsessed. I understand your desire to resurrect the prince, but you really think that the ridiculous laboratory can make the prince resurrection?"

Daiya's face darkened.

He turned around and bent down towards An He, "Prince, Simmons really doesn't deserve your forgiveness, Eleanor's punishment for him is not severe enough."

Simmons said, "Why, you brought the experimental product here?"

Dai Ya yelled coldly: "Simmons!"

"Simmons didn't say anything, so don't react too much." An He walked over.

Dai Ya took a deep breath: "He is too rude."

Standing in front of Simmons' cell, An He smiled at him and said, "What a mess, Simmons."

Simmons' mocking expression froze on his face.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-2916:41:13~2021-05-3016:22:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: I am a cute one;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: I am cute and Sheng Wanluo;

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