Chapter 910： The **** prince's little blood servant (69)

Chapter 910 The Little Blood Servant of the Blood Prince (69)

Moore quickly escaped the attack.

That powerful force shattered the walls of the room.

Arthur also stood up gracefully and slowly. He was carrying light, his face was indifferent, and his momentum was cold and pressing.

"I am in a bad mood and need a sandbag. You are more resistant."

Moore: I finally know why the butler looked at his eyes and pity.

Arthur was in a bad mood when playing sandbags.

Too cruel.

Moore couldn’t afford to escape, only to find that the room was blocked by magic.

Everyone in the entire blood empire knows.

Arthur, who inherits the power of the ancestors, has a violent value.

There is no opponent at all.

Moore used all his strength to escape, and finally there was no disability, but he was still shackled by Arthur with one hand and smashed several sandbags.

In the end, he really had no strength, lying in a room like a ruin.

Arthur’s mood was finally good. He turned and picked up the glass, standing on the broken half of the balcony and watching the sunset.

"You are dismissed."

The prince is not resistant to him, it is a waste.

Moore couldn't wait to get up, and then walked outside. He went to the door and suddenly smiled back maliciously.

"Right, I will hand over the information of your little blood servant to the Presbyterian Church. After all, it is a blood servant at the prince level. It is a big thing to suspect that it is a spy."

Arthur suddenly turned back. "What are you talking about?"

Moore smiled, but he screamed. "Arthur, what's wrong with you, a blood servant, if you want to be a traitor, you should deal with it immediately. You won't feel bad."

Arthur immediately retorted, "Who is distressed, a despicable human."

Moore agrees, "Yes, a human being in a district, if the blood is good, if it is a traitor, it should also be punishable. The elders will send people to receive your blood servants in the next few days, and then you will hand over the people."

When he finished, he immediately turned and left.

Arthur raised his hand, and a murderous **** blade appeared, aiming at Moore's back.

But his brain suddenly flashed over what Moore said.

You won't be distressed...

Distressed.

He is distressed that he does not know how to be good, only to resist him, a low-ranking human?

The light blade in his hand disappeared.

He turned and sat down again, and continued to drink without expression, and the fingers holding the glass were shaking.

Bai Weiwei was well eaten and the food was not treated badly.

Although the water is cold, taking a cold shower is good for the brain, and the system is free to play the Pleasant Goat and the Big Big Wolf.

Altman vs. Little Monster.

Big head son, little head father.

Super Pan Xia one two three four.

Let her feel that she has returned to the children's time, and she has seen it with gusto.

The dark and quiet environment, for her, there is no pressure at all.

The system hates iron and does not become steel. "What animations do you look at, except for Altman, can you watch the rest?"

Bai Weiwei: "Then you recommend one?"

System: "Little Pig Page."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

It feels no difference.

System: "You have been off for a few days, the degree of good feelings, the green bar has not risen as much, you cheer up."

Bai Weiwei looked at the little pig Page, laughing haha ​​said: "This is not to expose the information that I had a **** with the vampire when I was a child. This is the credibility of Arthur himself."

The system is in a hurry. "He didn't check it at all."

Bai Weiwei: "Don't worry, I cry a few times, and I have to do a few nightmares. He will be suspicious to check it out. It will definitely be a good feeling."

Just finished, the system reminds.

"The man is coming."

Bai Weiwei’s happy expression on his face, his body curled up, and he was as tired and exhausted.

I took a cold shower and whitened my face.

In the dark, the sound of the door opening is so obvious.

Arthur's footsteps were a little delayed, and his **** swells with repressed emotions, as if they were going to break out at any time.

(End of this chapter)