"Count Vincent, you should know very well what I want to do.
Pretending not to know will not help."
Qian had a gentle smile on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a strange look in his eyes. color.
"Aren't you afraid that the Queen knows that the Queen likes me?
You see, even if this is the case, she is willing to spare my life."
Qian's white fingers touched Vincent's neck, and the slightly cold fingertips made Wen Senter's heart went cold.
At this moment, he thought of An Qing again and the original owner's affection for him.
Everything he once discarded like worn-out shoes became the only weight to save his life.
"It's a little late for you to think of this now.
If you could have thought of the queen's kindness to you earlier, maybe you would not have ended up where you are today."
Qian glanced at Vincent's fearful eyes and pressed his fingers slightly. , those long nails drew a trace of blood on Vincent's neck.
The pure blood had an alluring aroma.
Qian licked his fingers, got close to Vincent and smelled it carefully for a while.
He took a deep breath and said with some intoxication: "You have such an identity.
It's such a waste to drink such blood."
He lowered his head, and his sharp teeth pierced the blood vessels in Vincent's neck.
The rich scent of blood instantly filled the entire room.
Vincent could hear the sound of his own blood flowing, and also heard the sound of Qian swallowing.
He struggled hard, but the rope Qian used to tie him was not an ordinary thing, but made of special materials, so even if He tried all his strength but couldn't break free.
A tear filled with regret and humiliation slowly slid down the corner of his eye.
After a long time, Qi'an stood up with satisfaction.
He looked at Vincent, who was dying and so weak that his face was almost colorless.
He frowned slightly and circulated the pure blood that had been merged together in his body.
The human blood he despised was forced onto the wrist of his left hand The sharp dagger split Qian's left arm, and he aimed the bright red blood flowing out at Vincent's lips.
Vincent, who had lost a lot of pure blood and was so dry that he almost broke, swallowed it with big mouthfuls, even if Even though he knew the consequences of swallowing it, he couldn't resist living.
The blood moistened Vincent's body and circulated in every part of his body.
Qian watched as the blood on his left hand disappeared bit by bit, and the wound turned into nothingness.
A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
After many years of long-cherished wish finally came true, Qian felt relaxed.
He even loosened the rope that bound Vincent and allowed him to grab the blood he had prepared and drink it.
"Qian, you offended the dignity of an earl, you deserve to die."
Vincent realized that his physical strength had been replenished, and he rushed towards Qian who had been looking at him crazily, but was counterattacked by a man who had been stepped on by him.
Vincent couldn't bear it, especially when the opponent was Qian, whom all vampires looked down upon.
"Earl, what qualifications do you have to be an earl?
You don't think you are still an earl?
A earl must be a pure blood.
What are you?
Why don't I let you look in the mirror and see what you look like now?"
Qi'an said with a palm He blocked Vincent's attack and even leisurely grabbed a mirror and handed it to Vincent.
Vincent in the mirror no longer had the blond hair he had always boasted about, but turned into silver-gray, with a bit of gray, and his blue eyes completely turned into everything the cyan high-level vampires have, and in an instant.
Has disappeared, everything is showing that Vincent is just a low-level vampire.
Vincent looked at himself in the mirror, covered his head and cried, but Qian shrugged his shoulders and said softly: "I promised to save your life.
I think now Vincent, even if you go out, you won't Someone will recognize it." tgt ttrgt: