Chapter 1181 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (59)

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Chapter 1181 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (59)

Jessie immediately elaborated: “Liking someone is when you can think about her all the time. When you leave her side you feel uncomfortable, as though you’ve lost the most important thing. Whether in your heart or in your head, there is the shadow of that person.”

As she said this, she humbly lowered her head. “I have such feelings for Your Highness.”

She wanted to kiss his feet.

Kissing the feet was the Blood Kins’ most humble and lowly way of saluting.

A ritual of one person bowing to another like this-

It wasn’t a complete humiliation.

But rather a total surrender.

“Like?” Arthur immediately stood up, fiercely and heavily clenching the word between his teeth.

Murderous intent boiled up.

Jessie kissed the floor, nearly knocking out her teeth.

Arthur turned and left, casually instructing others, “A lowly human who approached a prince without authorization, such stowaways have no qualifications to appear in the Rose Banquet. Hang her.”

Jessie froze, unable to respond.

This was her crime.

She was dragged away by two guards, and soon, there was a miserable scream.

Arthur’s gaze was frighteningly cold, but his fingers trembled.

Liking a blood slave?

But it was just because her blood was delicious, that was all. How could he develop such illogical feelings for a lowly human?

He picked up his glass and downed several drinks.

But he found that he was still unable to wipe away Bai Weiwei’s shadow in his mind.

With an unsightly expression, Arthur smashed the cup in his hand, then turned and walked out.

Suddenly, a soft and pleasant male voice drifted over.

“Arthur, why is your mood so unstable today? Don’t you have a blood slave? Could it be that it wasn’t enough to eat?”

The string of questions made Arthur frown.

He turned around and saw that a young man with short hair and a white suit had appeared behind him.

Moore was one of the three princes.

He had lived much longer than Arthur.

Moore’s features were soft and beautiful. Compared to Arthur’s fierce refinement, he clearly had a much better temper.

Arthur’s blood-red eyes were cold. “You haven’t even exterminated those anti-Blood Kin worms, how can you have the free time to manage my affairs?”

Moore was responsible for tracking down the anti-Blood Kin rebellion. He was extremely busy and rarely showed up at Banquets.

Moore smiled. “Isn’t it because I heard that you recently kept a pet blood slave you adore? I was a little curious how delicious her blood was, to be able to rouse that food-averse stone heart of yours.”

Arthur stretched out his pale, powerful fingers and curled them around Moore’s white shirt collar, strangling his neck.

His blood-red eyes drooped indifferently, cold killing intent brewing within.

“Don’t touch my people, or else I’ll tear you to shreds and throw you into the flames.”

The only thing that could kill Blood Kin was fire.

Only newborns would be afraid of fire in the first seven days after birth.

There was a flash of excitement in Moore’s viper-like eyes.

“To make you this protective, it must be very delicious.”

Arthur’s fingers instantly crushed the bones in Moore’s neck.

The sound of bones breaking was particularly horrific.

Moore was unexpectedly unable to struggle. His power was unable to contend against the younger Arthur.

Arthur threw him to the floor. In disgust, he picked up a napkin and wiped his hands.

“Listen well, my blood slave has been imprinted with my mark. If anyone dares to touch her, I’ll let them die a very ugly death.”

Chuuni overbearing words.

But because of his strength, they seemed extremely cruel and genuine.

Moore was a complete pervert, and he was also a collector who liked to collect all kinds of young women with blood of different flavors.