The vicious supporting actress has been cleansed again

The overwhelming smell of blood spread in the field of vision, and the tyranny in his heart could not be vented, he just wanted to tear up everything he saw, bite, and suck up the blood.

Cecilia closed her eyes tightly, with a faint look of pain on her lonely and glamorous face, cold sweat slipped from her forehead and disappeared on her collar.

"Who is it, who has been lingering in my dreams..."

"Who are you……"

The sharp canine teeth bit the thin lip, leaving a trail of bright blood. The vampire's slender fingers opened, then clenched tightly again, as if trying to catch something in the empty air.

A woman's hand protruded from the edge of the narrow dark coffin, and her fingers left deep marks on the wooden board. The beauty with loose chestnut hair sat up from inside, her eyes were crimson, as if blood could drip from it.

"I don't like this, it's silly to be stuck in there like a log."

Such a voice suddenly appeared in the chaotic mind, it sounded like a young girl, crisp and cheerful, with clear dissatisfaction and disgust in her tone.

Cecilia stared fixedly at the coffin that she had been using since she became a vampire. She had always liked it, but now she found it very intrusive and uncomfortable.

"I do not like this."

Muttering to herself, she put her hands on both sides of the coffin, and tore it apart violently. The pieces of wood broke, and the sawdust splashed and hit the teapot on the table next to it, making a shattering sound.

The long dress slid across the ground, and Cecilia stepped on the sawdust with her bare feet. Her smooth and white instep had no flaws at all, like a piece of beautiful jade.

She was like a beautiful female ghost without a soul, with blood on her lips and black eyes, she walked step by step into the darkness unconsciously, and then was grabbed by the wrist.

With a slight movement of the small figure, the rich fragrance of lilies instantly filled the room.

The curly chestnut-haired, withdrawn and beautiful boy raised his hand, and lightly blocked Cecilia's subconsciously fierce attack, then raised his hand and instantly grabbed the opponent's throat, pushing Cecilia against the wall, as if It can be twisted off in a second.

"Where's your sanity, Sisi?"

The voice between the young man and the young man was a little low and hoarse. He raised his head, which seemed a little ridiculous because of his height, but the young man had the upper hand no matter in terms of suppression or movement. .

Cecilia's sharp nails tore through the white gauze by the window, and piled up soft shapes on the ground. She seemed to be in great pain, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her chest was constantly being bullied, and her broken voice escaped from her red lips.

"Father, I can't find her."

Monet was dressed in white to win the snow, with a cold look in his eyes, the strength in his hand did not relax, and he uttered a cold sentence.

"she's fine."

Monet gave Cecilia her first embrace, and has been teaching her as an elder, teaching her all about the rules and lifestyle of vampires, not only in emotion, but even in behavior with a submissive instinct.

Under the moonlight, Monet approached his descendants, let go of his fingers and started stroking the top of the other's head. He touched Cecilia's fangs, which were slightly parted due to poor breathing, and his fingers were cut instantly.

The sweet smell of blood flowed in the dimly lit room, causing Cecilia to almost go mad.

"Father, I want it, Sisi is in pain."

Cecilia hadn't eaten for several days, and was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Monet and thrown back into the coffin because of this accident. The tyrannical aura in her body never stopped, and there was not a second when she was clamoring for it.

Monet lowered his eyes indifferently, scratched his wrist with his nails, and blood flowed out. He pulled Cecilia's collar to force her to bow her head, with an imperceptible love in his tone.

"Drink, sweet boy."

There may be a fine line between darkness and redemption.

Monet's expression was cold, and he didn't know whether it was hundreds of years or centuries, and he held Cecilia's hand again, just like bringing the dying girl back from the plague that year.

"Sleep, Ah Luo will always be by your side and watch over you."

Monet skillfully covered Cecilia who had closed her eyes with a soft quilt, and smoothed her long hair. When she stood up straight, her face was cold.

"Take care of her, I'll take care of other things."

Ah Luo, who had been standing quietly in the shadows, nodded slightly, and stood by Cecilia's bed instead of Monet.

On the other side, Huarong was grinning and clutching her neck and complaining: "Can't you be gentle? It hurts like hell!"

Cynthia, who was holding a cotton swab and a bandage, frowned coldly, and raised her chin very arrogantly: "If Lord Winster hadn't asked me to take care of you, what qualifications do you think you have to be taken care of by this lady?"

Hua Rong was speechless, and just rolled her eyes.

Please, who cares about a rival in love.

"Hey, what kind of eyes do you have?" Cynthia, who followed Monet back to the castle, was furious, because there were only her and Huarong in the room, and her true nature was revealed instantly.

The potion with the lid unscrewed was placed heavily on the table, and the cotton swab was thrown aside. Cynthia crossed her hands, and her beautiful blond hair was brilliant and dazzling under the light.

"I haven't settled the score with you yet, why did Lady Cecilia suddenly lose control?"

The blond girl squinted her eyes, and the boss looked at Hua Rong unhappily, trying to see the guilty expression on the other's face.

Huarong just blinked innocently, with a rascal attitude: "I didn't do anything, just bully the newcomers."

The bruises on her neck were very clear, bruised and purple, and there was not much good skin left. The exposed hands and feet also had large and small bruises, as if she had suffered a lot.

These are all left by Cecilia.

Huarong has a very special physique due to the opening of the system, and she doesn't feel pain. Generally, the wound will heal quickly after being injured, and bruises will be left only when the force is very rough.

Being able to leave so many marks on her body, one can imagine how much effort Cecilia used at that time.

At least when she first saw Huarong lying on the floor, Cynthia almost thought that this annoying guy was going to be killed by Cecilia.

Due to excessive blood loss, the girl with a very pale face was wearing a loose nightgown leaning against the head of the bed, with a careless expression, and was even a little bored, holding a bright yellow duckling doll and tossing it up and down to play.

The long black hair was draped softly behind her, sliding down with the master's movements, making her neck even more miserable and majestic.

Cynthia looked at it for a while, and it was rare that she didn't feel jealous. She pursed her lips and took a few steps closer to the cotton swab and potion on the table.

The cold potion was gently applied on the neck, like ice cubes in summer, Huarong narrowed her eyes and enjoyed it, pinching the little duck without saying a word.

While painting, Cynthia watched, and saw that the man closed his eyes in pain, even his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and the strength in his hands was getting stronger and lighter.

"I'm already very light. If you cry, it has nothing to do with me."

Huarong was dumbfounded.

She obviously squinted her eyes for comfort, and she couldn't feel any pain at all. No matter how hard Cecilia tried, it was just a mosquito bite to her, no problem at all!

But I couldn't say that, Huarong closed her eyes and asked softly: "You seem to be different from before."

Cynthia paused, re-dipped the medicine and stood in front of Huarong, stretched out her fingers to lift the other's chin, so that it was easier to apply the medicine.

A soft and cold breath exhaled in front of her, and the smell on Cynthia's body was like moonlight flowers in the mist, neither strong nor light.

"You know, otherwise why would you keep making things difficult for that new human being?"

Cynthia used declarative sentences, not interrogative sentences.

Huarong slowly opened her eyes, looking at this vampire girl who was seriously administering medicine to herself, she actually looked very pretty when she calmed down, unlike the unfriendly and savage person she was when we first met.

Vampires are really an elusive race.

"I don't know, I just know that if you don't fight for many things, there is no fate."

For the task!There is no beautiful boss!I must be the most vicious female supporting role and eat the coldest box lunch!

Huarong's expression was determined, and she seemed to be an admirer who was willing to do anything to get Cecilia's favor, standing on the edge of a cliff.

For the sake of the God in my heart, no matter how evil things I do, even if I will be disgusted and discarded, it's okay, isn't it?

Cynthia's eyelashes trembled, and she threw the cotton swab into a trash can two or three meters away, and looked down at the human being who she had always regarded as the greatest threat.

She was raised by Cecilia from a young age, even to the point of feeding Cecilia with blood. Cynthia always thought that maybe one day she would be transformed into a vampire and become their companion.

On that day, it was the day Cynthia left the castle.

However, Cecilia brought a new human being, and Master Winster said that it was Cecilia's soul mate, the indispensable other side of the vampire's life.

Once meeting a partner, vampires can even live, die, and do anything for them.

But the reality is the same. There are other humans in the castle, and Cecilia can even almost kill Huarong who has been living by her side for more than ten years for the other party.

Forgive Cynthia for being a simple vampire girl, she only saw the scene where Cecilia lost control and almost killed Huarong, but she didn't see that the other party's anger was directed at Lilian at the beginning.

"If you do this, you will be disgusted by Cecilia. She doesn't like humans who mess with their minds."

Cynthia hesitated for a moment, but decided to give Huarong some advice.

The vampire's partner is not so easy to defeat. Just look at Monet. This beautiful boy has been bound by a love for centuries, and he will not repent even if he falls into hell.

Huarong is just a simple human being, and if she targets Lilian like this, it will only disgust Cecilia.

The vampire is affectionate and ruthless, and Cecilia has an elusive max level. Cynthia is really worried that if Huarong dies again, she will be directly killed by the out-of-control Cecilia.

Even if they have been together for so many years, no vampire can remain sane when it comes to their partner.

After all, we have been together for so many years, and no one quarreled with me after I died.

Cynthia thought to herself, licked her lips and said viciously, "I'll transform you when I die."

Huarong was startled, she was dumbfounded.

"I treat you as a rival in love but you want to be my father, girl, this is too shameless."

Cynthia blushed with anger, and instantly felt that if Huarong killed herself, then she would mercifully change her thoughts just a second ago, her mind was caught by the door.

"You are still as annoying as ever!"

Huarong smiled hypocritically.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The two stared wide-eyed, and just when Huarong felt that her eyes were going to turn red, the door was pushed open, and a beautiful boy in white clothes and trousers walked in, smelling like lilies all over his body.

"Sisi has a soul mate, Huahua, do you want to go back to Winster Castle with me?"

Cynthia touched her chin, it was rare that she didn't refute

Huarong was stunned, and murmured: "I don't think it's very appropriate."

How can a cute and charming villain leave the protagonist!

Huarong forced herself to leave the temptation of the two beauties with blond hair and chestnut hair, pinched her thigh, and tried hard to refuse: "I just want to stay by Lady Cecilia's side."

Monet's face darkened.

"Then I'll kill that woman!"