lip tint

Chapter 96 The first drop of blood
The rising sun in the morning shrouded the vast forest, and through this lush forest, one could reach the highest mountain in the blood clan's territory.

Through the thin and dense branches, one can see an ancient castle surrounded by many thorns and roses.

The old castle seems to have been around for a long time. The towering gray walls are covered with dark green vines.Large expanses of green sway gently under the sun and breeze.Extremely quiet, extremely rich, and somewhat eerie.

The window of the tallest attic in the ancient castle was pushed open from the inside. A seductive and glamorous man was wearing a black silk pajamas, sitting on the window sill of the attic with big thorns, bathed in a golden sun, with The fine hairs on the snow-white skin are glowing with golden light.

Between the slender fingers, a beautiful white rose bloomed, and the rose in the wind also had a clear fragrance, which was so pure and fascinating.The delicate silky white is so light, and the morning dew on the petals is like crystal, refracting colorful light in the bright sunlight.

In the castle in the early morning, it seems that everything has recovered from the silence.

Thick curtains cut off all sunlight from the outside, gorgeous candlesticks, flickering candles, a warm fireplace, and silver tableware.

A loyal servant came up holding a candlestick. Seeing the sun shining all over the place, he took a few steps back in fear and hid in the shadows: "Your Highness, it's time to fall asleep."

As if Fan Zhuo didn't hear the call behind him, he raised his arm and let go of the snow-white rose between his fingers.

The little roses floated down slowly in the wind, like a white sail carrying a dream, and finally fell to the soil, where they were accidentally stepped on by soldiers wearing armor and rushing over, and they were crushed into mud.

Fanzhuo watched this scene quietly, expressionless.

After a long while, the bright red thin lips evoked a shallow smile, as if the rose that had just been crushed had never bloomed on his fingertips.

"how?"

The soldier in heavy armor was tightly wrapped, without a trace of bare skin exposed outside. Hearing Fanzhuo's question, he half-bent down and pressed his hand on his heart: "Your Highness, as you think, hope Princess Xilia has no intention of waking up at all, and everyone in Keller Castle has no idea."

Fan Zhuo snorted inexplicably, and his gorgeous and sexy voice was like a feather gliding across the silky velvet, causing tremors in other people's eardrums: "Is she awake, or is someone unwilling to wake her up?" ?”

Hearing this, the soldier lowered his head deeply, his fingers tightly clenched the hem of his clothes: "I don't know."

Fan Zhuo came down from the window sill, squatted halfway in front of the soldier, and patted his armor with his slender fingers in praise: "The task is well completed."

"but."

Hearing his "but", the soldier felt that the hairs on his back stood up one by one, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and even his throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, hesitating something Can't tell either.

Even through the black goggles, the soldiers could see the little red light flashing in the eyes of His Royal Highness Fan Zhuo.

Like a coquettish mandala flower blooming on the banks of the Hell River, it is charming and deadly.

There was a crisp "click" sound, followed by the dull sound of heavy and hard armor hitting the ground.

The soldier who was kneeling on the ground respectfully just a moment ago, fell powerlessly on the ground at this moment, his neck showing a strange and twisted arc.

"But you crushed my little rose."

　Guess why we, the Duke of Vanjoy, are here?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)