Chapter 903： The **** prince's little blood servant (59)

Chapter 903 The Blood Servant of the Blood Prince (59)

Jesse immediately said: "If you like someone, you can think about him all the time. When you leave him, you are uncomfortable, as if you have lost the most important things. Whether in your heart or in your mind, it is that person. shadow."

She said that she has bowed lowly. "I am against my Highness, it is such a feeling."

After that, she wants to kiss his feet.

Kissing the foot is the lowest and lowest ritual in the blood.

If one person does this kind of gift to another person.

Not a complete humiliation.

It is a complete surrender.

"Like?" Arthur suddenly stood up and bite the two words, and he was heavy and embarrassed.

The murderous gas is boiling.

Jesse kissed the floor and his teeth almost came out.

Arthur turned and left, and told the others, "I am not close to the sinister human beings who are not qualified to appear in the **** feast, and hanged."

Jesse was a little sluggish and didn't respond.

These are all crimes of their own.

She had been towed away by the two guards, and in less than a moment, a scream was heard.

Arthur's eyes were cold and terrible, but his fingers were a little trembling.

Like a blood servant.

Just because her blood is good, how can he have such unreasonable feelings for humble humans.

He picked up the wine and drank a few cups.

It is still impossible to erase the shadow of Bai Weiwei in his mind.

Arthur’s face was hard to look at, he smashed the cup in his hand, then turned and walked out.

Suddenly a feminine male voice rang.

"Arthur, how is the mood so unstable today? Is it not a blood servant? Is it still not enough?"

A series of questions.

Let Arthur frown.

He turned and saw a short-haired young man with a white suit behind him.

It is Moore, one of the three princes.

He is much older than he is alive.

Moore's eyebrows are soft and glamorous, and he is obviously better off than Arthur's exquisite and refined.

Arthur’s blood is very cold. “You don’t want to annihilate the anti-blooded bugs, how can you manage my affairs?”

Moore has been responsible for tracking the rebellious anti-blood, very busy, rarely appear at the banquet.

Mohr smiled. "This is not to hear that you have recently had a blood servant who is favored by you. Some people are curious about how delicious her blood is, so that you can touch the heart of your anorexia."

Arthur stretched out his pale, hard fingers, clasping his white shirt collar and holding his neck.

He was indifferent to the **** red scorpion, which was full of cold and cold.

"Don't move me, or I will tear you into pieces and throw them into the flames."

The only thing that can kill the blood family is the flame.

Only the first seven days of the newborn will be afraid of the sun.

There was a hint of excitement in the narrow, narrow eyes of the moor.

"It's delicious to make you protect like this."

Arthur's finger suddenly crushed his throat.

The sound of broken bones is abnormally infiltrating.

Moore couldn't struggle for a moment, and his power was not as good as Arthur, who was younger than him.

Arthur threw him to the ground, swearing and picking up the paper towel next to him.

"Give me the good news, my blood servant hit my mark, who dares to hit her idea, I will make it difficult for the guy to die."

The words of the second two overbearing.

Because of his strength, it is extremely violent and real.

Moore is a complete metamorphosis, and is still a collection of cockroaches, like to collect a variety of blood different flavors of girls.

(End of this chapter)