Chapter 937 The Blood Prince's Little Blood Servant (72)

The prince's pride does not allow him to have the slightest soft-hearted pity for a human being who rebelled against him.

This is coward.

He hates that he is being manipulated by unknown emotions, making his cold and hard heart unshakable to become the captive of those inexplicable feelings.

So... he wants to give up Bai Weiwei.

The humans who were taken away as suspected spies would end up dying, without exception.

Outside the huge stone balcony, in the icy moonlight, the vampires of the elder house wore black hooded robes.

A petite figure, wearing a skirt prepared by Liz, and a long cloak walked out of the castle.

She staggered, her long curly hair fluttering with her footsteps.

The moonlight on her face had a crystal clear beauty.

She seemed to be aware of it, and looked back up, a pair of beautiful brown eyes, which were a lot lighter under the moonlight, just like amber honey.

Her eyes were very calm, there was no fear or fear, and she didn't regret begging for mercy.

Even, she took the initiative to walk to those gods of death, and then stretched out her slender and weak hands to handcuff them.

Arthur stood up suddenly and walked to the edge of the balcony, staring at her horribly.

She finally realized that someone was watching him.

Bai Weiwei looked up again and saw him standing on the balcony, the blood clan with long silver hair, looking down at her, looking aloft like a god looking at ants.

There was a trace of fluctuation in her eyes, a fragile attachment, the pain of struggle, and a hint of...love.

These are just momentary emotions.

She was suppressed by her in a blink of an eye, she lowered her head a little uncomfortable, didn't know what to think, but smiled in relief.

This smile is so easy.

It seemed that going to death was a relief for her.

Then she didn't look back, and followed the vampires away.

The vampire's car left the castle.

Slowly disappeared in front of Arthur's eyes.

Arthur stiffened for a long time before realizing that his fingers had already crushed the stone railings on the balcony.

He turned around suddenly, and continued to drink in an uneasy mood.

But I don't know why, but I kept thinking of her relieved smile in my mind.

Didn't she know she was going to die?

How can you still laugh.

It seems that she is happy to leave him, even if it is death.

But what does her last look mean?

Arthur squeezed the wine glass, lowered his head, and kept shaking his fingers.

He couldn't think of a reason until dawn.

And because he drank too much alcohol, he finally felt drunk, he did not resist the magic erosion of the drink, and let this drunkenness drag him down.

Suddenly, the sun shines in.

A white figure fell into his arms as lightly as a butterfly.

He looked up in surprise, but saw Bai Weiwei looking at him with a smile, "Arthur, do you like me?"

Arthur stared at her for a long time, and couldn't help reaching out to touch her face.

What an obedient face, white and lovely.

This is his little pet.

He couldn't help but nodded, "If you're good, I like you."

Bai Weiwei suddenly lowered her head.

She leaned against his neck and murmured softly, "Am I good?"

Arthur reached out to touch her hair and smiled softly, "Very good."

Bai Weiwei: "Then do you like me?"

Arthur: "I like it."

He liked to become vulnerable, cowardly, and he hated himself for being so indecisive.

[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is 60. 】