Vampire: Poppy's Dessert

Chapter 76



Seeing that Goslin hadn't quit, Victor hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to hug her comfortingly.


"Gosling, I've always been looking forward to seeing you in your wedding dress. Now that the Queen Mother Raisa has caused chaos among the vampires, those politicians are talking nonsense and stirring up trouble. Take it easy and don't cause trouble for me, okay. Is it?"


Goslin's entire soul was intoxicated by his charming eyes, and she greedily reached out and wrapped her arms around Victor's waist, "I promise you, I will take good care of my father, and I will be quiet."


"That's good!" He pressed his chin against her wine-red hair, and was almost choked to death by the pungent perfume on her body.


Immediately, he pushed her away without a trace, and patted her face with strange makeup, "Go back to the reception, have fun, be happy!"


How could Gosling be satisfied with this little touch, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him on the lips, then turned around and ran towards the reception with a coquettish smile.


Victor was in an extremely bad mood, "She actually kissed me? If she wasn't a blood race, she might have died of AIDS thousands of times! It's really disgusting." Aenea, "Go and clean up."


"Yes." Aenea handed over the handkerchief tacitly.


Victor took it, angrily wiped away the breath that belonged to Goslin on his lips, and ordered in a low voice, "Aenea, find a reliable doctor to take care of Prince Aurus, and never let him wake up! Never! "


"Of order!" Seeing Victor returning to the bedroom, she couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty, you haven't eaten tonight, do you want me to bring you a dessert?"


"No need." He didn't want to be disturbed any more.


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Seeing Victor push the door in, Chu Yan lay on the sofa without moving.


But he didn't ignore the blood stains on her body, "Don't let the wolf blood on your body stain the sofa, Aenea will also complain."


"His majesty the blood king has a cleanliness?!" She gnawed a big apple as crisply as a rabbit eating a radish, and joked bitterly, "Is the kiss of the fiancee so annoying?"


Victor suggested angrily, "You can try being kissed by Leng Yumo."


"Goslin is your cousin. You should have grown up together, right? I don't reject marriages between close relatives, but I just don't understand why you don't like your cousin?"


Victor didn't answer this, and discussing feelings with a killer who doesn't understand feelings is like playing the piano against a cow.


Chu Yan secretly looked at Victor's expression, his handsome face was really smelly to the extreme, and his two sword eyebrows were condensed into two lumps, like a dead knot.


It seemed that he really didn't like Gosling's kisses.


Chu Yan didn't understand why he felt a little excited because of his "dislike".


"Next time you provoke a werewolf, I won't let you go!" Victor snapped and entered the bathroom.


Chu Yan followed, seeing him take off the ruffled shirt with a stand collar, he quickly turned his back and leaned against the wall at the door, "Hey, are you going to keep me bored here? I don't like sleeping in coffins, I don't like being imprisoned either, grandma wants me to protect you."


"Thank you, Miss Chuyan, for your protection, but it's a pity that you can't even protect yourself! Besides, you can lie on the sofa wherever you want." Victor ordered in a cold voice, "Before going to bed, take a bath first. Come here, the water is warm!"


Chuyan didn't respond and didn't go in.


She knew better than anyone else that this guy was extremely insidious, bathing with him was more dangerous than bathing with the devil, unless she had a soul-locking sword to defend herself.


However, before Victor went out just now, he took away the soul-locking sword, and Chuyan searched the entire bedroom, but couldn't find it.


A snow-white shadow flashed in front of her eyes, her clothes stained with wolf blood were torn to pieces and thrown on the ground, and then lit by the scented candle thrown by Victor, but she was thrown into the bathtub by him.


It took only two or three seconds for Victor to complete this series of actions.


Chuyan buried herself in the foam of the bathtub, and looked at him incredulously. His "fastness" was something she could never surpass, but thankfully, he did not enter the bathtub.


He brushes his teeth, rinses his mouth, washes his face and lips, over and over again...


It was the first time for her to see a vampire who cared so much about her own hygiene, which was an eye-opener.


From the mirror with an ivory white classical pattern frame, she saw that his face had been washed unnaturally, his lips were pinkish white, but he was still washing up...


Only then did Chu Yan feel something was wrong, and the blood in her body was pulled by the sharp pain in his heart. She saw the hidden wounds in his eyes, "Victor, are you okay?"


She carefully climbed out of the bathtub, hugged his tight waist from behind, and pressed her face against his back.


He is not as icy cold as other blood clansmen, but cool and cool, like jade soaked in a clear spring, and there is a fresh fragrance.


The atmosphere suddenly calmed down.


He looked at himself in the mirror and asked her, "Yan, do you still remember me 500 years ago?"


"Remember, of course I remember..."


When she closed her eyes, she could see Victor at that time.


He is as beautiful as a flower, as colorful as a rainbow, and has an extraordinary appearance.It was the first time that she discovered that there are people in the world who are more beautiful than her grandparents.


That day, his majestic order forced the elder Aurus to obey.He held her in his arms, as gentle and careful as holding a clear crystal.


His eyes were blue and purple intertwined, as gorgeous as the brilliance formed by the interlacing of the sea surface and the setting sun.


His hair is bright chestnut red, slightly curly, of suitable length, like the petals of a hyacinth, combed back, making Junyi's face even more beautiful and compelling.


He was her patron saint—the patron saint of evil, but he should not leave a brand on her neck.


This brand caused her to start killing one after another, her family was ruined, and she was displaced. After he sat on the throne of the blood clan, the hatred between him and the vampire never stopped.


"I'm not the Victor I was 500 years ago."


He has experienced too much bloodshed and killing, and the buried bones under the throne are full of bones. Sometimes he deals with one conspiracy after another, killing one after another, and forgets who he really is.


"I am not the first person I spoke 500 years ago."


(End of this chapter)