Vampire: Poppy's Dessert

Chapter 296


Leng Pei Xueyao hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help but said, "Yan, do you and Victor really think that Yetong is suitable to be the queen of the wolf clan? That girl looks tough on the surface, but she is actually very fragile."


"Grandma, it's not that Victor and I think so, but that she has fallen in love with Tarson, and no one forces her to be the queen of the wolf clan. As my first daughter, she must not be humiliated by werewolves, and neither will her father. Allow her to run away, and if she's going to keep running away, never come back."


Chu Yan hung up the phone resolutely, and was embraced by Victor doting on him, "Honey, it's impolite to grandma to hang up the phone early, but I like your tone, just like a sonorous hot mom!"


"Husband, thank you!" She pecked his lips, "Can I go for a walk in the garden?"


"Wait a little longer, I'll accompany you after finishing the government affairs!"


"It's just going to the garden." Chu Yan felt a little helpless at his dominance and strength.


"Just wait a moment." He walked around the table and sat back on the throne, fearing that she would escape his sight, and motioned her to sit over.


Chu Yan reluctantly moved, and sat on the high-backed chair specially prepared for her beside his throne, but he was not satisfied, he directly pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly with one hand, and dealt with government affairs with the other.


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The sun and the moon change, and the wind is fast, and 300 years are fleeting.


In the palace, those strange plants that have grown for thousands of years are more prosperous, and the palaces are still standing gloriously. The blood clan also ushered in the third heyday after Victor became king.


The year-end celebration of the blood clan was held in the newly built auditorium.


Victor's chestnut red hair had fallen down to his back, and it was tied into a delicate braid behind his head. His handsome and cold face was completely exposed, and the crown on his head was dazzling. Everyone stared at him in awe.


But he was lazily leaning on the back of the throne, swaying the wine glass with one hand, and wrapping around Chuyan's waist with the other, yearning for the sweetness of the soft fragrance in his bosom.


At the beginning, the light makeup is suitable, the hair is high, and the crown is shining. She is wearing a dark purple queen dress of the same color as Victor's blood royal robe. The edge of the chest is wrapped with three-inch wide diamonds, and the side waist is exquisite bats. Embroidery is fierce and elegant, yet feminine.


"Yan, dance with me."


"The second girl said she would come, so wait a little longer."


"No need to wait, if she really wanted to go home, she would have appeared long ago."


Chu Yan let him walk down the steps holding hands, all the officials retreated respectfully and silently, the atmosphere was dignified and majestic.


The oldest music of the blood race was played, and the dance steps of this kind of dance music were slow and elegant. His hands rested on her waist, and her hands rested on his shoulders. Throbbing and rippling, when they looked at each other and smiled, he gently retracted his hand, bringing her closer.


Chu Yan's smile couldn't help but widen due to a spinning gesture, it seemed that there were only her and this dazzling man in front of him in the world.


"Victor, do you still remember the engagement banquet with Leng Yumo? You danced with me that day and left."


"I didn't leave, I just grounded in the air and watched you cry below." At that time, he also hated himself for being helpless.


She raised her eyebrows in surprise, "You know that I don't want you to go, I don't want to get engaged to Leng Yumo at all."


"At that time, getting you engaged to Leng Yumo was a kind of protection."


She wrapped her arms around his neck as if no one was around, and whispered in his ear, "I understand your heart, but when I think about it, I still can't help but feel wronged for myself. It's really hard for me to love you so persistently. Thinking of you Yetong also loves Tarsen like this, so she feels a little distressed."


He sighed with pity, kissed her on the cheek, pressed his chin against her forehead, hugged her and slowed down a beat slightly, "Yan, your distress will make me feel even more distressed."


This sweetly embracing couple is particularly glaring in the eyes of Tarson, Yaqing and Steven.


The 500-year-old Lan Sinuo looks nearly 20 years old, with a handsome body, no less than Victor, and that round face has inherited all the advantages of Victor and Chuyan. He is as beautiful as a demon, and his eyes are even more alienated indifferent.


Sitting on the prince's seat, he raised his glass to Xinqing who was sitting opposite, and motioned her to dance in Layaqing.


"Yaqing's eyes are the most lethal. If he continues to look like that, father will be angry again."


Xinqing looks seventeen or eighteen years old, she is tall and tall, her hair is a strange color, between chestnut red and black, with slightly curly arcs, like blooming roses, clustered on her shoulders, her skin can be blown Torn, set off by a long white dress, like a girl walking out of an oil painting.


She walked down the steps slowly, passed by Steven without stopping, and finally stood in front of Yaqing.


After she nodded gracefully, she extended her hand politely, "Yaqing, this piece is coming to an end, I wonder if I have the honor to make an appointment for the second half, the next piece, and the next piece?"


He did not respond.


She raised her eyes calmly, and searched into his eyes. The eyes were cold, and there was a ruthlessness in the gentleness that could not be ignored.


A hundred years ago, she began to assist Victor in power, and became more mature and stable. The most ferocious vampire in South America was subdued by her, and she also won the praise of Victor and Chuyan.


Yaqing had already noticed her, and after thinking about it, she hadn't been in contact with her for a hundred years.


Xinqing is no longer that little girl leaning in his arms acting like a baby, and she will no longer say arrogantly, Yaqing, you are mine.She knows how to grasp the propriety better than anyone else, and she handles things perfectly. Even the subjects of the Eldar and Wolf clans are full of praise for her. This is the legend of the little princess of the blood clan.


Yaqing held her hand hesitantly, her slender soft body was soft and boneless, not as cold as ordinary vampires, nor as hot as humans and spirit tribesmen, nor as hot as werewolf tribesmen's, but slightly lukewarm, That feeling passed along the blood vessels in his hand to his heart at a leisurely pace.



(End of this chapter)