Chapter 912： The **** prince's little blood servant (72)

Chapter 912 The Little Blood Servant of the Blood Prince (72)

The pride of the prince does not allow him to have a slight heart and soul for a man who resists him.

This is a coward.

He hates being manipulated by unknown feelings, making himself cold and hard, no one can shake the soul, and become a captive of those inexplicable feelings.

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

The suspected spies who were taken away, the last end is death, without exception.

Outside the huge stone balcony, in the cold moonlight, the blood of the elders wore black hooded robes.

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

Her pace was awkward, and her long curly hair fluttered with her footsteps.

Moonlight on her face, there is a crystal clear beauty.

She seems to be aware of it. Looking back, a pair of beautiful brown eyes are lighter in the moonlight, just like amber honey.

Her eyes were calm, she was not afraid of fear, and she did not regret it.

Even, she took the initiative to go to those gods of death, and then stretched out the slender hands and let them copy the handcuffs.

Arthur suddenly got up and went to the edge of the balcony, staring at her.

She finally found someone staring at him.

Bai Weiwei looked up again and saw him standing on the balcony. The silver-haired long-haired family was looking down at her, and she was like a **** looking at the ants.

Her eyes showed a wave of volatility, fragile attachment, struggling pain, and a little imperceptible...love.

These are just moments of emotion.

In a blink of an eye, she was suppressed. She was a little uncomfortable and bowed her head. She didn't know what to expect, but she smiled and smiled.

This smile is very easy.

It seems that going to death is free for her.

Then she stopped looking back and followed those blood races.

The **** car left the castle.

Slowly disappeared in front of Arthur's eyes.

Arthur stiffened for a long time, only to find his fingers, has crushed the stone railings on the balcony.

He suddenly turned around and his heart was still difficult to continue drinking.

But I don't know why, but I always think of her free smile.

She doesn't know if she is going to die?

How can I still laugh?

Seems to leave him, she is very happy even if she is dead.

But what does her last look mean?

Arthur held the glass and lowered his head, his fingers trembled.

Until the dawn he still can't think of a reason.

And because he drank too much alcohol, he finally felt drunk, and he did not resist the magic of the wine, so he could drag himself down.

In the daytime, the sun shone in.

A white figure, like a butterfly, falls lightly into his arms.

He looked up strangely, but saw Bai Weiwei smile and look at him. "Arthur, do you like me?"

Arthur stared at her for a long time and couldn't help but reach out and touch her face.

A sloppy face, white and lovely.

This is his little pet.

He couldn't help but nod. "If you are jealous, I will like you."

Bai Weiwei suddenly bowed.

She leaned against his neck and muttered softly: "Are you jealous?"

Arthur reached out and touched her hair and smiled softly. "It's very embarrassing."

Bai Weiwei: "Do you like me?"

Arthur: "Like."

I like to become fragile, become weak, and become disgusted with such a hesitant self.

[Hey, the man is so good. 】

(End of this chapter)