Chapter 365: Dark Night Vampire His Royal Highness (5)

Fasor respectfully came forward and never dared to look up until the distance from one arm of the coffin, and then respectfully lifted the glass over his head.
Loder gently took it.
Elegant and mysterious aristocratic youth, with pale and beautiful skin, silver red hair, long fingers gently picking up the glass, a beautiful face has no special expression, burgundy eyes staring at the glass.
Fasol is slightly nervous.
The wine glass is not human blood, but the blood of the unicorn.
The unicorn is a symbol of beauty and purity. Legend has it that the mermaid is called the child of God. Their blood is not a tonic, but a natural curse.
Injury or even killing such a pure life means a curse in itself.
Under the universal sky, only the young king can drink the blood of the unicorn without changing his color.
He never eats according to the habits of normal blood races. The veteran club has searched for the young girls for him, but he has no way to evoke the appetite of the young king.
The power of His Royal Highness is already equal to God in the heart of the blood, but most of God's time, but he has no control over power and trivial matters, just sleeping peacefully.
It seems as if there is no desire.
Slowly drink the blood in the cup, the bright red color is dyed on the young lips, and the color is like rose petals, slim and lustrous.
The slender fingers fell, and Lordel gently placed the glass on the tray that Fasall lifted.
He lowered his eyelids, pale and indifferent, and the burgundy scent revealed a strange elegance, adding a bit of mystery.
The perfect blood, the perfect king.
Fasol hesitated and whispered: "His Royal Highness, this holy lady sent from the temple, you..."
The voice has not fallen, and the person has already said:
"No need to."
His voice is as cool as a human, and the low voice is naturally enchanting, such as the icy surface of marble and the gorgeous bass of the violin.
Fasol is not surprised by this answer.
It stands to reason that every time a saint should be selected by Wang Xian, but for so many years, Del Wang has never allowed any saint to come to see him.
Those women have long heard of the legend of the king of the blood race, one by one, but only with disappointment.
Fasor noticed that every time he had finished drinking the blood of the unicorn, Lord Lotll would frown slightly.
He has always been indifferent, and his eyebrows have a thrilling beauty, but the meaning of it is shocking. Even the blood of the holy unicorn is still uncomfortable, even more filthy. The blood in the lower human body?
Being rejected is really an unexpected thing. In fact, Fasor is just mentioning it.
He bowed down reverently.
The young slender fingers, gently holding the edge of the coffin, hang down the burgundy cockroach.
The delicate and beautiful face of the silver hair, a pair of narrow and beautiful red dragonfly, looks pale and indifferent.
The slender index finger gently wiped away the traces of blood on his lips. He was slightly low and his face was calm.
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"Come on, don't let the adults wait!"
The next day, the maid who led the way hurried through the wide corridor, and the virgins behind it were unbearable.
The girls trotting with the skirts.
Many of them came from aristocratic families, and they were sent to the castle to be blood servants for the sake of climbing the blood family. Therefore, even in the trot, the aristocratic girls could not help but keep their manners.
The group came outside the hall.