The whole universe is praising my vest

Simmons didn't blink, the rain of blood pouring into his eyes stinging nerves, he didn't care.

His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

"Simmons should not resist your help." An He ordered, "Daiya, go and solve his promotion problem."

Deya responded and was about to open the blood prison, but Simmons shouted: "Don't come over!"

An He said helplessly, "What's wrong with you?"

Simmons retreated into the corner of the cell, pulled up his cloak to block his face, and a voice full of guilt and repentance came out through the cloak: "I am ashamed to face you. I don't believe in your resurrection, utter evil words, Eleanor and The two Dukes of Deia are right, and I am wrong." Simmons said in a painful tone, "Until now, I saw your figure with my own eyes, and I still feel that the human being looks like a prince in my heart. .”

Daiya was offended by him, with a cold expression: "Simmons, you!"

Simmons shrank to the deepest part of the cell, and the blood-soaked cloak wrapped him from head to toe, conveying a strong sense of self-loathing and despair, "Prince, please leave me alone, let me continue to be locked in the blood prison, if I deserve to die here."

The current Simmons is obviously in a mess. An He is worried that if he procrastinates, Simmons will equate his status as a human being with a prince. An He dare not underestimate Simmons' ability to associate, and directly turns his face coldly: "Simmons, come out."

Simmons, who was hiding under the cloak, froze and slowly moved out.

An He raised his chin: "Daiya, it's your turn."

"Yes." Unexpectedly, after seeing the prince, Simmons still had absurd guesses in his mind, and Dea's face was not good.

The higher the title of the blood clan goes, the more difficult it is to be promoted. Excluding the prince with a special status, the marquis is second only to the duke. The difficulty is self-evident. Simmons' promotion process is full of accidents, and he is not in the mood to pay attention to his own situation. , causing the promotion to go wrong, and the delay became more and more serious.

However, it is not a difficult problem for the Duke to solve the promotion problem of the blood race below and sort out the messy blood power of the opponent.Dai Ya was expressionless, and the blood from several fingers pierced the skin in the shape of a needle tube, and then continued to extend, piercing into various parts of Simmons' body.It didn't take long for Simmons' condition to stabilize. Deya retracted the blood-clotting needle tube, which was not stained with any Simmons' blood. The needle tube retracted under the skin and returned to normal blood flow. Deya's fingers were not stained either. A little bit of wound remains, clean as ever.

"Thank you Prince for your tolerance, don't have disrespectful thoughts anymore." Dai Ya said quietly, "Don't let me hear you say disrespectful thoughts."

Blood-red rainwater was accumulated on the uneven ground of the cell, forming deep and shallow sticky puddles, but Daiya's shoes could not be stained at all.

At this moment, the blood-red rain on the ground gathered to form a lifelike bat shape.

The bat made a human voice: "Duke Daya, sorry to bother you, there is something urgent that needs to be dealt with by you."

Dai Ya said, "I must be there?"

The other party wondered: "It's about Duke Isabel."

"As expected, she didn't give up, and she planned to cause trouble for me." Dai Ya said, "Maybe she also wants to avenge my deception of her and Eleanor."

When the news came, the bats suddenly dissipated and turned into rain of blood again, dripping to the ground.

"You go, Dai Ya." An He said.

With Dea not here, his subordinates can't deal with Isabel. He can't let Isabel's actions go, and he should really go and have a look.

From last night to now, Deya often follows An He's side. On the one hand, it is to guard against Isabel, lest she wait for the opportunity to attack the prince; Will there be any accidents in An He's body, or some unforeseen side effects?

Dai Ya has experienced the dark experiment of the Cloris clan deeply, and knows how much time and effort the Cloris clan has accumulated for the success of the experiment. Dai Ya still can't believe that the resurrection of the prince is so embarrassing The thing called a miracle was achieved by them. Could it be that the gods of the demons were behind it?

Before leaving, Dea asked worriedly: "I will stop Isabel and Eleanor from disturbing you when they are hotheaded and unable to see the facts clearly. Please also pay attention to your health. If you feel that your health is not good enough Abnormal, please inform me in time, or the researchers you met last night."

"Don't forget, you and Sister Clauris are colleagues, even if you disagree, you shouldn't cooperate with foreigners and use them." An He raised his eyelids, "You were the one who did it this time, and I haven't punished you yet. , doesn’t mean you’re not wrong, Dea.”

"I know I was wrong." Dai Ya knelt down in front of An He, his knees were stained with dirty blood on the ground. When he cooperated with the demons, he knew that he had chosen the wrong path that the prince would not agree with, but he really Unable to give up the hope of resurrecting the prince, "I will wait for the prince's punishment. No matter how you punish me, I will have no complaints."

"Go to Isabel first." An He said lightly, "I also apologize to her, and Eleanor."

"As ordered."

Dai Ya bowed deeply to An He, then stood up again, stepped back, his figure merged into the rock wall, and disappeared inside the blood prison.

Simmons completely calmed down the growing power in his body, and from now on, he is the real blood marquis.

An He looked up at him: "Congratulations, Marquis Simmons."

At the beginning, when Simmons was promoted to Earl, he encountered a bottleneck.

Simmons was born in a viscount family, and his ancestors were earls, but it was a long time ago.When Simmons became the earl, many blood clans were already surprised, but they all thought that Simmons had tapped the limit of his own blood potential, and going any further would be beyond the limit, which is completely impossible.

Simmons encountered a bottleneck and could not see the dawn of being promoted to Marquis at all. It is normal that he will probably stay in the position of Earl for the rest of his life.

As a trusted subordinate of the prince, An He never gave blood to enhance Simmons' bloodline potential.

Simmons has no complaints about this, and is still loyal to the prince.

One day, An He called Simmons and explained the matter.

"I'm actually very happy to see you promoted to Earl."

While Simmons was excited, he was also surprised: "You didn't seem so happy when Miss Isabel became a duke?"

"Isabel is a born duke. It's an accident that she didn't succeed, but you are different." An He said, "You are not a born earl, Simmons. Other blood clans say that you are promoted to an earl because you have captured the little treasure hidden in your blood." Probability, similar situations have not happened to other blood races, and it is impossible to truly exceed the limit of blood limit."

Simmons lost: "Indeed."

"In my opinion, being able to seize the extremely small promotion probability in the bloodline has already surpassed myself." An He looked at him encouragingly, "I think you have a chance to become a Marquis. Simmons, I am more than you imagined." I am more optimistic about you, so I will not provide you with external assistance, I want to see you break the limit yourself, I look forward to your performance."

Simmons did not say that the prince had already given him great help, and that he was able to become the earl because of the prince.

Because he wanted to follow in the prince's footsteps, and he didn't want to lose sight of the prince's back.

These words brought Simmons a clear goal. He was full of fighting spirit and couldn't wait to prove that the prince's vision was correct.

However, it is useless to be anxious, this road is very long.

Simmons settled down and slowly explored. When he was about to see the dawn of hope, something happened to the prince.

After being severely hit, Simmons has been in a slump since then, and the promotion to the Marquis has also been put on hold, and it is nowhere in sight.

Without the prince, it would be meaningless for him to climb to a higher title.

Simmons never thought that he could see the prince again, and the prince also witnessed his promotion to Marquis and recognized him personally.

It's just that his promotion process was a bit too embarrassing. First, he was beaten by Duke Eleanor, imprisoned in a blood prison, and then he had to accept the help of Duke Deia.

I am afraid that he is one of the most bumpy marquises in the history of the blood clan.

Moreover, the opportunity for Simmons' promotion was to protect An He from the hunt of the vampires and demons.

Thinking of this, Simmons' eyes darkened, unable to face the prince again.

I am afraid that this scandal will nail him to the pillar of shame that will never come down, and make him suffer all the time.

An He saw that Simmons lowered his head firmly and resumed his timid posture, wishing he could completely retract into his cloak.

Simmons grabbed the cell door and led it in, trying to shut himself back.

"Still like this? You didn't do anything wrong." An He didn't know what to say. He felt that Simmons' personality had undergone a subtle change after he left. When he was still the blood prince, An He had never seen him like this. Look, "If you really feel that you are wrong, then I forgive you. Come out, instead of staying in and wasting time, it is better to go back to work."

"Prince, I don't deserve your forgiveness!" Simmons said sadly, "Please let me punish myself."

"Okay." An He said indifferently, "I want to see how long you plan to lock yourself up."

After finishing speaking, An He planned to find a place to sit down. Simmons' expression changed suddenly, and he teleported over to take off his cloak, ready to spread it where An He wanted to sit.Halfway through the laying, Simmons suddenly realized that his cloak was soaked in blood and was terribly dirty. It would be better to let the prince sit directly on the rock, and his guilt suddenly became heavier.

Frey in the next cell was dumbfounded.

An He's mood is hard to describe, "The speed of the Marquis is for you to do this?"

When facing the believers in the nameless galaxy, why wasn't he speechless so many times?

Probably because there are too many freaks of the blood race.

After playing the blood prince and solving the current problems of the blood clan, he must leave immediately without delay.

The author has something to say: there is another update at zero o’clock

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