Chapter 942： The blood prince's little blood servant (107)

Chapter 942 The Blood Servant of the Blood Prince (107)

The thorns pierced Arthur's tough finger skin, and the fingers were bleeding.

The blood of the blood of the ancestors flows into the petals of the rose.

The flowers look more enchanting red, and even the demon seems to be alive.

His expression is calm, there is no feeling of pain, but the movement is getting slower and slower.

It seems like there is any power to stop his movements.

Bai Weiwei grabbed his arm. "What are you doing? Your fingers are hurt."

He heard her worry.

Arthur smiled and said softly: "Give you the rosette of the rose flower weaving for the wedding, the rose crown of the ancestor tombstone, with absolute restraint."

Bai Weiwei does not understand, "What power?"

Looking at the girl who was innocent and ignorant, Arthur did not hide it.

He began to compile a rose corolla with his hands full of blood. "It is the power of marriage."

The corolla is formed.

Gorgeous with a **** corolla, the flowers are thick and heavy, heavy and heavy.

Arthur stepped back and his eyes were serious. He held the corolla. "Wei Wei, this is the corolla created by my blood condensed ancestor magic. Once you wear it, you will recognize our marriage."

Bai Weiwei is hesitant.

She stared at the corolla in Arthur's hand and did not move.

Arthur seems to know what she is hesitating. "I won't immediately turn you into a blood, even if you become my wife, I will still respect you."

No matter how it is calculated in the dark, what he wants in the end is still her willing companionship, and the heart that loves him.

Bai Weiwei seemed to be helpless. She reached out and held Arthur's **** fingers.

The gentle head said softly: "It’s going to be so hurt when you get married? It’s not as good as buying a pair of rings on the storefront, cheap and fast."

Then she looked down and her mouth was filled with a gentle smile.

"You put it on me."

There was a moving light in Arthur’s eyes. "These flowers are the flowers of thorns. Once I wear them on your head, your heart will be wrapped around me, and you will never be able to like anyone anymore."

As long as she is willing to wear it.

These flowers will become a terrible chain that will completely lock her feelings.

Except for him, she can't be emotional to anyone.

This is what he dreamed of.

But she is afraid that she will not.

Bai Weiwei suddenly bent and kissed the blood on his fingertips.

Then she looked up and smiled.

"Do you think that I still like anyone other than you?"

This sentence completely healed his insecurities.

The crown of the hand in Arthur, Zheng replayed on her hair.

Beautiful flowers make her face more beautiful.

Arthur looked at her deeply, only to feel that the boiling affection in her body was about to spew out.

He suddenly straightened his back, kneeling down on one knee, his hands crossed and crossing her fingers, his expression deep and serious.

His voice was clear in the cold, silent eternal cemetery.

"With blood as a shackle, with time as a shackle, I will give you the eternal love of the blood family, Wei Wei, please accept me as your husband."

This request, with a hegemony that cannot be rejected.

Bai Weiwei's heart moved, staring at his full of affectionate eyes, and seeing his own shadow in his eyes.

She was ashamed and bent, her lips almost touching his lips.

Then she whispered, "Okay, I accept."

[Hey, the man is good at ninety-five. 】

Arthur suddenly pulled, hugged her into her arms, then bowed her head and kissed her.

In the white cemetery, the moonlight of the eternal moon elongates their intertwined figure.

It looks lingering and gentle.

The last one, sleep, good night.

(End of this chapter)