Fast wear save the villain 100 formulas

Chapter 162 Your Highness, Would You Like a Cup of Sweet and Delicious Blood?
The first floor of the castle is decorated in an obvious Baroque style, which is gorgeous and flamboyant.

Huge crystal chandeliers shine brightly in every corner.

Nursery rhyme put her hand on the handrail and walked down slowly.

All the nobles in Scan City, as well as many invited dukes and earls from other territories, all stood below at this time, stopped the entertainment, and looked up at the nursery rhyme, which is said to be "Scan City's most precious treasure".

And at this moment, there was a sound of violent and eager footsteps coming from far and near outside the castle.

In an instant, the sound of footsteps reached the door.

A knight in black armor passed through the hall full of guests, rushed towards nursery rhyme in a hurry, and then knelt down towards nursery rhyme before the stairs.

The tone is angry, sad, and faintly crying:

"Miss Nursery Rhyme, Duke Elvis was assassinated by a vampire on his way back!"

……

In an instant, from heaven to hell, but that's all.

A moment ago, Nursery Rhyme was still the place where everyone's eyes gathered, the most dazzling existence under the lights, and was still looking forward to a perfect, extremely gorgeous adult dinner.

The next moment, I suddenly heard the sad news of my father's death.

It seems that all the lights are turned off at this moment.

The world was reduced to darkness.

The guests sympathized or laughed or sighed with emotion, like sharp knives, flying from all directions, cutting one wound after another on her body.

Since then, every year, when she celebrates her birthday, she has to pray for her father.

Twelve midnight.

The brightly lit castle was suddenly deserted.

Tong Yao wore a gorgeous thousand-feather dress, hugged her shoulders tightly with her hands, and curled up in a corner of the basement.

"Squeak-cheep-cheep-"

There seemed to be the sharp calls of vampire bats, as well as the sound of their wings flapping.

Tong Yao hugged herself even tighter, opened her eyes wide, lowered her head and stared at the ground under her feet, bit her lips tightly, and said nothing.

Suddenly, there was a dull sound of "creaking——" from the door of the basement.

There was a gap in the closed door, and a cluster of warm yellow beams shot in.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of steady and powerful footsteps.

Tong Yao raised her head, staring blankly at the man walking towards her.

He has gorgeous silver hair, flowing down like moonlight, hanging lazily on his shoulders, sacred and beautiful.

He has a beautiful face that is as if cast from ice and snow, and every part is like a masterpiece of uncanny craftsmanship.

His pupils are obsidian-like black, as deep and peaceful as night.

At this moment, he was wearing a dark black cloak with red edges, and with a trace of concern and pity in his cold eyes, he was walking towards the nursery rhyme.

Then, standing still in front of the nursery rhyme, untied the cloak, and threw it on a hanger not far away.

He slowly squatted down, knelt down on one knee, and stretched out his hand to hold Tong Yao in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'm back."

He said, "Hey, don't cry, I brought you a birthday present and a cake. But today there are only two of us, and the cake may not be finished."

His voice is as mellow and seductive as a treasured red wine.

His name is Elvis O Chiba.He is the only son of the Duke of Elvis, the biological brother of Tongyao, the next Duke of Elvis, and the lord of Scan City.

Tong Yao finally couldn't help it, and let go of his hands from his own, and wrapped them around his waist instead.

Buried in his chest and cried loudly:

"Brother, I'm so scared..."

　good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)