lip tint

Chapter 98 The first drop of blood
Ashbourn saw "Hecilia" like a beautiful lifeless porcelain doll, lying obediently and powerlessly in Vatican's arms, and he was shocked and angry.

Fan Zhuo's words were not wrong. If he hadn't broken his fingertips, it is estimated that no one in the castle would have noticed until "Xicilia" was taken out of Kelier by him.

Pure blood cannot bleed easily, and their wound healing ability is much worse than that of ordinary blood.

Although compared with ordinary human beings who are powerless, the speed of healing of pure blood is still beyond their reach, but on the battlefield, there is no slack in the slightest, life may have survived in a short moment, or died in an instant.

More importantly, the blood of pure blood is extremely attractive to ordinary blood, even if it is only a little bit, it can immediately attract blood from a radius of ten miles.

If the blood of the sin dream race is an extremely rare delicacy for the blood race, then this pure and powerful pure blood is poppy.

Extreme temptation, extreme danger.

No ordinary blood dared to challenge the dignity of a pure blood noble.

Therefore, almost at the moment when Van Zhuo broke his fingertips, all the blood races up and down Keller Castle noticed it.

Ashburn stared at Fanzhuo vigilantly: "What is your purpose?"

He couldn't help but guard against the legendary third elder.

Although the blood clan is headed by a few pure-blood nobles, they are independent, and they have been in a state of balance without interfering with each other for many years.

But the Council of Elders has always been superior to several nobles. Even the most unruly Gangolo tribe will give the Council of Elders a little bit of shame.

And in the entire Presbyterian Church, the one who alarmed Ashburn the most was also the only one——Duke Vatican.

The Great Elder is an old man of the blood clan. He is highly respected, fair and unbiased, and has a high reputation among the blood clan.

The second elder is the leader of the Revono tribe, a smiling tiger who has maintained the prestige of an elder in front of people for many years, but behind the scenes he is sinister and greedy, and has done many dirty things that cannot be shown on the surface.

Ashburn has been in charge of Keller for so long, and has fought many rounds with the second elder, so he knows him well.Because of his greed, Ashburn did not take him seriously.

Once a person has greed, he will have a weakness. Once a person has a weakness, he is not afraid that he cannot be defeated.

Only Fanzhuo, the youngest elder in history, is mysterious and powerful, with an unstable temperament, and is an extremely dangerous person.

Facing Ashbourn's questioning, Fan Zhuo didn't seem to hear it.

He fiddled with the sleeping "Hecilia", letting her lean softly on his shoulder: "Look, isn't her lips much prettier with my blood on them?"

The corner of Fanzhuo's mouth evoked a strange smile, defiled such a holy drawing, the sharp contrast between the extreme white and the extreme red made the blood in his veins start to scream crazily, and every pore on his body seemed to start to tremble .

"Your Highness Fan Zhuo, even if you are an elder of the Presbyterian Church, I don't think you have the right to come to my territory as if nothing happened, and do something to my sister."

The solid wood armrest under Ashburn's hands cracked, and even the cloak behind him began to dance without wind.

The strong coercion from the pure bloods made all the bloods downstairs knelt down, dripping with cold sweat.

And Fan Zhuo was in the center of coercion, as relaxed as a normal person.

He held "Cecilia"'s powerless hand and sniffed the fragrance of her thick hair from the side. "Well, it's quite fragrant. Even the fake ones are so fragrant and beautiful, and the real ones must be more pleasing to me."

"What do you mean?" Ashburn gritted his teeth and asked word by word, the shock in his heart was like a storm hitting the shore.

With a wave of both hands, all the doors on this floor were closed.

"Your Highness Fan Zhuo, there is an old saying in the East, you can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately."

Fan Zhuo clicked his tongue lightly, stood up, and "Xicilia" in his arms fell to the ground like a rag doll.The pure white skirt was like roses in her hands, spreading on the ground.

Fanzhuo didn't even look at it, he stepped on his unstained leather shoes and walked up to Ashbourne: "Your character is not half as cute as my little Qiangwei."

Ashbourn glanced at "Hecilia" lying on the ground through Vanjoy's shoulder, looked away, and asked him solemnly, "How did you find out?"

Fan Zhuo slowly swayed to the window, and opened the heavy curtains with a "呲啦".

The sun outside scrambled to jump in.

Fanzhuo closed his eyes, feeling the faint burning sensation left by the sun on his retina through the thin eyelids, and hummed a little tune in a good mood.

Ashburn recognized it, he was humming the mysterious and ancient prophetic nursery rhyme of the Blood Race:

Born on Sunday;
Baptized on the day of the fire;

Get married on Water Day;
Get sick on Thursday;
Golden Day sickness worsened;

die on saturday;
Sundays are buried in the earth,

Such was Edward's life.

A fiery heartbeat comes from afar,
That is the redemption hidden in the box.

"Do you really think that if you send Xicilia away, all this will not happen?"

Fan Zhuo opened his eyes and turned to look at Ashburn.Her long silver hair shone dazzlingly under the bright sun, and her pale skin seemed almost transparent, almost blending with the sun behind her.

"If you can't break the future a little bit, you want to change the trajectory of destiny." Van Zhuo sneered once or twice from his throat: "The mayfly shakes the tree."

The room fell into deathly silence.

After a while, Ashburn chuckled: "I underestimated you."

"There are a lot of people who underestimated me, but then they all died." Fan Zhuo turned back again, picked up the rose flower that was placed in "Xicilia"'s hand before, and blew it gently, as if about to blow it Cleaned the dust on it, and then inserted it into the pocket of his suit jacket.

"You want to make a deal with me." This is a statement, not a question.

Ashbourn's eyes were calm, and he no longer had the previous sense of shock and anger.

Fan Zhuo raised his eyebrows, and his red lips drew an evil arc: "Don't speak so harshly, I'm here to make friends with you."

After Fan Zhuo left, Ashburn stood quietly for a long time.

When Daniel came up, he saw "Hecilia" lying on the ground, and was stunned for a while: "His Royal Highness, this is?"

"Take it away, you won't need it later."

Daniel's eyes widened in shock, "But Her Royal Highness 'Sicilia' is gone, what shall we do?"

As the Chief Knight Commander of Ashburn, he knows best how difficult it is to create such a "Hecilia" whose similarity is close to [-]%. Fort's vampires forget their memories.

Such mobilization of teachers and crowds, why now... Daniel really can't figure it out, he can only vaguely guess that all these changes are related to the big man who just arrived.

(End of this chapter)