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Chapter 472 Vampire Wife Manual 7
Logaru made a dead face with his tongue out.

When Alaire saw it, he raised his eyebrows and smiled sinisterly.

Poor little thing, she will die soon.

Nanzhi was learning knowledge from Tagris when she saw Ariel walking towards her with a smile.

“Cynthia, aren’t you tired of studying every day? Come on, I’ll take you to a good place.”

Nanzhi blinked her innocent eyes and looked at him: "If I go, will Uncle Aleier hurt me?"

She just calls Colaid brother.

And he actually called her uncle?

Although Alaire has lived for thousands of years and can be her great ancestor according to his age, who likes to be old?

In front of Colaid, Alaire could hear every word he said clearly.

But when it comes to others, he can only hear words that he likes or dislikes.

So he didn't hear the second half of the sentence at all, and his mind was filled with only five words - Uncle Allaire.

At this moment, he tried to smile at Nanzhi, with a condescending look on his face: "Cynthia, I allow you to call me brother."

"No." Nanzhi glanced at him with disdain, "You are so old, and you still want to be my brother."

These words seemed to touch Ariel's sore spot.

He looked like he was about to spit fire, but because of the plan, he had to pretend to be gentle.

But he really couldn't figure it out.

"My brother is older than me, why don't you call him uncle?"

When talking about Colade, Nanzhi was like a little fan girl. She supported her chin, her eyes full of admiration and love.

"He is good-looking and doesn't look old at all. He looks like he is only 17 or 18 years old."

When Collette became a vampire, he was indeed only eighteen years old, and his appearance remained at this age and never changed.

When Alaire became a vampire, he was already twenty-four.

His appearance was forever frozen at the age of twenty-four and had never changed over the years.

In fact, all humans who become vampires will retain their appearance at the time of their death.

Although he is not as young as Colette, he is not old at 24.

He also often heard many people praising him behind his back for being young and handsome.

“Cynthia, am I not good-looking?”

"Well, how should I put it." Nanzhi pondered for a moment and said, "My brother is good-looking, but you are funny."

Allaire died.

This guy is obviously only eight years old, but he talks more than anyone else. Over the years, he has never been able to beat her in an argument.

Aleir was so angry, and what made him even angrier was that she said he looked funny.

Alair didn't seem to care at all, but after he left, he hurriedly called a bunch of nobles and asked, "Do I look funny?"

Nobles: ? ?
Ah, no, Alaire suddenly summoned them urgently, and they thought something big had happened, but this is the result?

The nobles were speechless, but the other party was the Marquis, who was second only to the emperor. They tried hard to think about the story behind his words, and then they all flattered him: "How can your Excellency look so funny? Your Excellency is so handsome."

"Yes, sir, look." A noble brought a mirror. "Your forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, are all perfect, just like sculptures, every part is just right."

Alaire looked at himself in the mirror and became more and more satisfied.

So what Nanzhi said was purely to irritate him.

After figuring it out, he sneered, "Damn Cynthia, don't think I will let you go just like this." He finally remembered what he was going to do and ran to Cynthia again.

Unfortunately, Cynthia had finished her course and ran to Collider's place.

Cynthia originally had her own room, but for so many years, she had been sticking to Collider and even had to sleep in Collider's room, so her room became vacant.

When Alaire arrived, Cynthia and Collette were sitting at the dining table eating.

Cynthia ate human food, and Collette drank the freshest plasma.

Before Alair got close, he heard Nanzhi ask, "Brother, they all say I'm your blood slave, but why haven't you sucked my blood yet?"

The reason why Colade said Nanzhi was a blood slave was because there was no better reason at the time.

He was not willing to suck the blood of living people because he knew that feeling would make the vampires addicted, and he did not like the feeling of his body being controlled by desire.

But these reasons cannot be told to Nanzhi.

"You are young."

"He's not a kid anymore." Nanzhi said, "The other day I saw an uncle's blood slave who was only six years old."

Hearing this, Colaid's eyes paused slightly and he looked at Ariel who was walking over.

Alair immediately realized that Colaid was unhappy, and hurried forward to explain: "Brother, that blood slave was sent here by their family. They said that their family was in financial difficulty and could no longer support her, so she begged to come in. I looked at their conditions and agreed after some consideration."

Alaire is impulsive and sometimes unreliable. When Colaid was asleep, he selected a few calm nobles to help him.

However, most of the vampires died in the previous wars with witches, werewolves, and vampire hunters.

Right now, even though Colaid has woken up, most of the vampire affairs are still handled by Alaire.

Although Ariel was impulsive, he was not a bad person by nature, so Collider still believed what he said.

"Go tell the nobles who signed the contract with her not to abuse her or hurt her wantonly."

"Got it, brother. I'll be there right away."

The new six-year-old blood slave was called Aimeiluo, and Nanzhi saw her one evening.

The castle has a large garden full of fruit trees.

Westerners don't like to eat fruit, so they can only buy cheap southern branches.

After years of fighting wits and courage with Ariel, she became very strong and climbed up an apple tree in no time.

She picked an apple and just as she took a bite, she saw Aimelo under the tree.

Aimelo was wearing a lolita outfit, had dark brown hair, grey eyes, and a very delicate appearance.

She stood below and raised her little face towards Nanzhi, "I heard that you are the Duke's blood slave?"

Nanzhi chewed an apple and replied vaguely, "No."

"Then who are you?"

Nanzhi replied seriously: "I am just a servant of the Duke's blood slave."

When Emero heard that Nanzhi was not the Duke's blood slave, her eyes brightened noticeably.

But when she heard that she was a servant of the blood slave, a hint of contempt flashed in Aimelo's eyes.

"What does that blood slave look like? Can you tell me about her?"

Six-year-old Aimelo obviously didn't know how to hide her emotions. When she mentioned Nanzhi, her eyes were full of disgust.

Nanzhi curled the corners of her lips and smiled, "She's not as pretty as you."

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My dears, I returned to the city from my hometown yesterday. I was delayed by delivering mushrooms to a friend and arrived home in the early morning. I really couldn't work any more.

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