lip tint

Chapter 97 The first drop of blood
The butler who had been hiding in the shadows came out from the shadows and handed Fanzhuo a clean white veil kindly.

Fanzhuo took the handkerchief, wiped carefully the right hand that had touched the soldier just now, then threw it on the ground, and spread his arms.

"Get me dressed."

The steward called people in without any surprise, and dragged away the soldiers on the ground.

Van Zhuo has a huge wardrobe that takes up an entire wall of the room.

"Your Highness, which one will you change to today?"

Fan Zhuo leaned obliquely on the sofa, opened his eyelids to take a look, and casually pointed to one of them: "The dark red one."

The butler took it out for him. It was a dark red tuxedo with a delicate white rose brooch studded with rhinestones pinned to the chest.

Fanzhuo has long silver hair, which is draped softly behind his back, and is loosely tied with a red ribbon.

The sunlight coming in from the window shone on him.Her silver hair gleamed softly in the light.

The facial features are three-dimensional, the red lips are thin, the corners of the mouth are turned up, which is a natural smiling lip, and the bridge of the nose is straight.Looking up, there is a pair of gray eyes like a hidden starry sky, and the long eyebrows are sharp like sharp swords.However, because of the pale and slightly sickly skin, people gave birth to an evil spirit for no reason.

"Your Highness, where are you going?"

"Go and see my little rose." Fan Zhuo refused to follow the butler.

"However, the Presbyterian Church has urged you many times."

"Hush!" Fan Zhuo frowned, stretched out a finger, and put it upright in front of his lips, "Noisy."

The butler took a step back knowingly: "Respectfully, Your Highness."

A gust of wind blew up in front of the castle, and His Royal Highness Fan Zhuo, who was standing in front of the palace gate just now, disappeared instantly.

The butler stood quietly under the large arch of the castle for a while, and then waved to attract a few servants: "Go and tell the elders, just say that the third elder is not feeling well today, so he won't go."

"Aren't you going?" The servant looked up at him in surprise, "It's probably not justified at the Presbyterian Church."

"What? If you have any comments, you can talk to His Highness yourself." The butler pushed down the monocle on the bridge of his nose, and the old god glanced at him.

"Um..." the servant shook his head frantically when he heard the words, "Then I will report back."

Who doesn't know that the third elder of the Presbyterian Church—His Royal Highness Fanzhuo, has a very high status, has a sinister and cunning personality, is bloodthirsty, and has mixed emotions.

Fan Zhuo doesn't like to see people, he lives on the highest mountain of the blood clan, and rarely appears in front of everyone, but his reputation for ferocity is well-known, and almost no one dares to anger this Buddha who blocks and kills Buddhas, and gods block and kill gods kill god.

Became one of the elders of the Presbyterian Church at a young age, the Duke of Vatican is not insignificant.It is also the prestige that has been accumulated over a long period of time that allows Fan Zhuo, whose hands are stained with the blood of the same race, to still be able to gain a firm foothold in the blood clan. This is a world that is convinced by force.

When Van Zhuo sneaked into Kelyle Castle alone, he didn't attract anyone's attention.

The huge fountain in front of the castle keeps splashing water all the year round, and the roof made of glazed tiles looks radiant under the sunlight.

In such a large castle, he only took a glance at the room where Cecilia was sleeping—it was the only room in the entire castle whose windows were filled with white roses.

The owner of the castle should love roses. The huge back garden of the castle is full of red and fiery roses, only a touch of snow-white at that window, which is dazzlingly white.No matter it is scorching sun, or severe cold and hot summer, the white roses in the window are invincible and never wither.

Fanzhuo raised the corner of his mouth obliquely.

He found his little rose.

Entering and exiting the Keller Castle, Van Zhuo is like entering and exiting the land of no one.The guards in the corridor didn't seem to notice his presence at all.

Compared with his own, Keller Castle can be said to be quite beautifully built, and the painstaking efforts of the builders can be seen.

Fanzhuo was not in a hurry to see Xicilia's appearance, and put his hands in his pockets, but looked around with great interest.

There is only one large room on each floor of Keller Castle, and there are small rooms inside the guard towers at the four corners, and a guard tower at the back protects the only staircase.

Go up the stairs and push away the room full of rose fragrance.

An exquisite crystal coffin is placed in the center of the room.A waist-length black-haired girl lay in it.

Although it was daytime, the room was gloomy without any sunlight, and the only source of light came from a gorgeous candlestick next to the crystal coffin.

The dim candlelight made the black hair reflect a little streamer.With a small and smooth jaw, thick and curled eyelashes, and a fair face under the candlelight, it is so beautiful that it does not look like a real person.

Fanzhuo leaned on the crystal coffin, rubbed the delicate face of "Xicilia" very satisfied, and helped her tidy up the skirt with great interest, straightened the small and delicate crown on her head, and He put the white rose flower that he didn't know where it came from, and put it between the little girl's closed palms.

The way she looks at her is like looking at her own little pet.

"Well, it seems that something is a little bit worse." Fanzhuo took a step back, touching his chin, while carefully looking at "Xicilia" in the crystal coffin.

After walking around a few times, Fan Zhuo snapped his fingers: "Ah, I see."

He approached the crystal coffin in the center of the room again, and his slender fingertips stroked from the eyebrows of "Hecilia" to the eyes, passed by the small bridge of the nose, and finally landed on the cherry pink lips.

"It needs to be polished." Fan Zhuo muttered, and scratched his fingertips with the ring on his other hand.

Thick blood dripped down, dyeing her light lips red. From a distance, it looked like a bright red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

With snow skin and red lips, black hair and white skirt, she looks like a little girl, but she is so unique that even a blood clan with many beauties can't find a second one.

Fanzhuo was very satisfied. He dragged a chair from a distance and sat down. He looked at the bleeding fingertips worriedly, and stuffed them neatly into the mouth of "Xicilia". He squeezed her face with his hands, as if coaxing a child.

"Here, be good, don't waste it."

When Ashburn rushed in, he saw such a beautiful scene, his eyes were tearing apart, and he was almost furious.

The little bit of reason left reminds him not to mess around.

Ashbourn tightly held the armrest beside him, forced to ask him calmly: "I don't know what the three elders are coming to, so what's the matter?"

Fanzhuo opened his eyelids and glanced at him, as if he had just seen him: "Oh, you are here."

Seeing that the blood from his fingertips had stopped, he simply stood up, lifted the little beauty lying in the crystal coffin, and hugged her in his arms.

"I have to remind you that your Keller's defense is too poor. Fortunately, it's me today. If it were someone else, your little princess might have been taken away long ago."

　Ashbourne: Ugh!Who else in the blood race would be so despicable except you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)