Chapter 930： The **** prince's little blood servant (94)

Chapter 930 The Little Blood Servant of the Blood Prince (94)

Lost hesitated and finally said: "You will give up."

Bai Weiwei raised her eyes and was a little surprised.

Loss let her go. "Well, let's go. If you solve Arthur, you will quickly enter the bathroom. I have already opened an escape route in the bathroom."

Bai Weiwei was hesitant in her footsteps, but in the end she turned and opened the door.

The voice of Lost came again.

"If you don't have a chance to start, then when the melee begins, you just don't know the plan and follow Arthur."

At least beside Arthur, she will not die.

Bai Weiwei was silent for a moment, only to say coldly: "You don't die, you have to worry about others."

After that, she left without hesitation.

Bai Weiwei returned to the banquet to find Arthur.

Found that he is not there.

Moore saw her pitiful and waited in a **** environment.

He smiled a little, then swayed a glass of blood and walked behind her. "Little blood servant, looking for your master?"

Bai Weiwei saw him, and immediately stepped back a few steps, a look disgusted.

Moore doesn't mind her being disgusted. "Your master, now with the female duke Sang, maybe Arthur will change his mind and kick you to Sang."

After he said that he pointed to the back of the banquet, the lounge.

Bai Weiwei is cold and cold: "He knows who is going to shut me down."

In this tone, I can smell the vinegar.

Moore is not angry, shakes the **** glass, and blinks his eyes and says, "Your identity is just a blood servant. If Arthur doesn't want you any day, I will first **** you up."

Bai Weiwei’s face was white and was scared.

She quickly turned and ran to the lounge.

Moore’s face was cold and indifferent. “Really, how to be tempted by personal classes. If you go on, the number of votes will not be enough.”

If Bai Weiwei can automatically get out of the egg, it would be fine.

Bai Weiwei went to the door and saw the door half open.

A woman’s voice pleads, "Arthur, I love you for so many years, you can't look at me, I can't even compare a despicable human being?"

Arthur was indifferent: "Yes, not comparable."

The prince and sister, Sanger, couldn’t help but say loudly: "I can't compare it, I can give you the ultimate enjoyment. My brother can support you to become a king. I can give you anything."

Arthur: "Oh, no."

This is rejected, and there is no possibility of a single embarrassment.

Arthur’s voice was a little disgusted. “And, you put on your clothes. This dry, centuries-old body is too appetizing, and you are two hundred years older than me. I am a baby in front of you. Don't you think you are underage?"

This blows.

A minor baby like a neuropathy.

Bai Weiwei suddenly thought, is her age compared with the century-old Arthur, is a newborn baby?

She sneaked a glimpse and found that Sanger was standing naked in front of Arthur.

The white flower body is very raw, very well-proportioned.

Is this still abandon?

Sang suddenly found Bai Weiwei standing at the door, her face flashed shame.

Then she will pull the cloak, wrap herself up, turn and leave, and pass by Bai Weiwei.

She looked at her viciously.

Bai Weiwei calms down, why do women have troubles women, why not go together for a difficult man.

An arm suddenly pulled her into the room.

Arthur raised her face and there was a slight grievance on her face.

"There was a woman who wanted to be indecent."

Bai Weiwei: "...you are so strong, she can't be rude."

Arthur: "She is a few hundred years old, and she is better than me."

Bai Weiwei doubts: "Really."

Arthur put away the grievances on his face. "Fake, I am higher than her."

Then he looked at her again.

Bai Weiwei looked blank.

"You won't comfort me?"

She thinks that Sanger is even more miserable and needs comfort.

Arthur: "My eyes are very hard, I see dirty things, you kiss."

Bai Weiwei hesitated and seemed to hesitate.

Arthur leaned his hands behind him, bending his body and putting his face in front of her.

"You kiss, kiss."

Such a delicate and handsome face, such a pitiful pleading.

She was as confused as she couldn't help but kiss.

He wants to have this sweetness forever.

Her hand suddenly touched his neck gently.

Arthur did not stop, even condone her close movements.

But the next second, he could have stopped, but his action quickly shot her hand, and he paused.

This kind of strength, her hand will crack.

This hesitation.

The injection in her hand had already plunged into his skin, and the ice came cold, freezing his body.

It also freezes the tenderness in his eyes.

What's the last thing, good night?

(End of this chapter)