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It's the last drop anyway.

There should be no worse outcome than withering roses.

The nobles thought so.

At this time, the girl with shawl hair was pierced through the throat by the guard's sword without hesitation. Her artery ruptured and blood flowed out of the wound.

And she could no longer say a word or make any sound.

The shawl-haired girl who personally took the lives of two innocent compatriots could only helplessly cover her bleeding neck.

With his eyes widened, he looked at the rose next to the crystal ice coffin.

She couldn't believe it!

The blood of the weakling who she despised the most among the twelve people actually gave the withered rose a moment ago a new lease of life like a dead tree blooming with spring? !

What she saw before her was not an illusion.

Because many of the vampire nobles present were also in disbelief. They opened their eyes wide and stared at the rose in full bloom.

Originally, many vampire nobles kept their foreheads close to the ground and would never dare to look directly at the pious kneeling posture of the crystal ice coffin.

But the panic and chaos caused by the withering of the rose just now forced them to raise their heads, and they happened to witness this beautiful scene.

The most exciting one among them was the gray-haired old vampire noble.

He knew better than any vampire present what the blooming roses meant.

He walked away from the crystal ice coffin without stopping, came to the team of vampires who were still kneeling, and knelt down too.

Like a pilgrim, like a face god.

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment.

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What's going on?

Isn't he dazzled? That rose that has been indifferent and suddenly withered, is this a rebirth from nirvana?

Because of his blood?

Zhou Ze couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and his eyes were full of surprise.

He stood between the kneeling ministers and the crystal ice coffin, so abrupt and at a loss what to do.

Not far away, the shawl-haired girl whose throat was violently pierced by a long sword, her eyes almost split, stared at the rose on the crystal ice coffin as if she had seen a ghost.

Her hands covering her throat, which was constantly spurting blood, finally fell down.

It was obvious that she was furious and unwilling to rest in peace.

They probably never expected that Zhouze's blood would be chosen.

She didn't understand, she didn't accept it. It was clear that her blood was praised by the nobles as the most delicious in the world. How could she let the roses wither?

She couldn't figure it out until she died.

Zhouze's merciless and sympathetic eyes glanced at her and then withdrew forever.

Then, he looked at the extremely beautiful blooming rose on the crystal ice coffin with great complexity.

So, now he is going to be the blood bag of the Vampire King, right?

Zhouze's eyes wandered between the ice coffin and the vampires for a moment. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should continue to stand or blend into the queue of vampires so as not to be so abrupt.

Or, take advantage of the moment to escape quietly?

Zhou Ze thought about it over and over, and finally gave up the last idea.

Escape, it's probably impossible to escape, there's no way to escape, and it might even anger these passionate vampires, it's not necessary.

So Zhouze chose to squat between standing and kneeling.

The height is the same as that of vampires, it is not obtrusive, and it is easy and effortless. It is comfortable.

Not long after, Zhouze heard a faint sound coming from the direction of the crystal ice coffin.

He looked over curiously.

Opposite him were the vampire nobles who were kneeling motionless and devoutly, lowering their heads more and more, wishing they could bury their foreheads into the ground.

In the dark hall, no one except Zhouze dared to look directly at the crystal ice coffin.

But Zhouze looked at it for a long time and saw no change.

He was about to look back.

Suddenly, a hand with clear joints slowly placed on the edge of the ice coffin.

Zhouze couldn't help but be amazed by that hand.

Slender and snow-white, with roots like jade, it is no exaggeration to say that it is the most advanced work of art.

As this hand was placed on the ice coffin, Zhouze saw without blinking an eye that, as described in the background information, the aristocratic young man with long silver hair slowly sat up.

Zhouze met those cold eyes unexpectedly.

Like the most beautiful inorganic gemstone in the world.

Zhouze was stunned uncontrollably for several seconds, unable to look away for a long time.

He thought that the soul fragment this time turned out to be the vampire king.

Unknowingly, he was able to recognize the other person's soul at a glance.

Zhouze didn't have time to think too much when he heard a low, distant voice that seemed very close at the same time.

"Are you my blood slave?"

Zhou Ze didn't say anything when he heard this. Blood bags are blood bags. What do you call a blood slave? He swears not to be a slave!

The old vampire noble headed by him excitedly and tremblingly agreed on his behalf.

The Vampire King did not look at him, but still stared at the squatting human boy.

A few seconds later, he picked off the rose that bloomed especially enthusiastically because of Zhouze's blood. He lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was looking at, let alone what he was thinking.

Then Zhou Ze saw the other party stand up unhurriedly and leave the ice coffin. Every move he made showed the distant elegance of an ancient family.

His silver hair, as long as the moon, was as long as his waist, and paired with the aristocratic young man's snow-white complexion, it gave him an aura as refined as an immortal.

But his pair of ruthless red blood pupils were so conspicuous.

As well as the snow-colored fangs pressing against the lower lip, they are enough to demonstrate the terrifying intimidation of its owner.

The temperament of this vampire king is contradictory, both like a fairy and a devil. He shines with the sun and the moon, better than any vampire noble.

Zhouze was separated from him by some distance, but he could already feel the powerful and pervasive pressure of the other party.

The other party... is very strong. And it was inexplicably familiar to him.

That chill...

Zhouze thought for a moment in a daze, and suddenly remembered, wasn't this coldness the same as that caused by the invisible presence when the sky and the earth changed color and it was pitch black?

Could it be that the soul fragments found him at that time?

Zhouze always felt that it was impossible.

Because that existence was so weird and formless, how could it have anything to do with the Vampire King who was still lying in the ice coffin at that time.

Zhouze didn't quite understand.

He slowly stood up and saw the Vampire King glance coldly at the nobles and ministers kneeling sincerely below, then turned his attention to him.

That look seemed to be telling him... to follow?

Zhou Ze blinked his big eyes and followed up carefully, keeping a distance that was neither too long nor too short, and followed behind the other party.

I don't know how many turns they took in the dim scarlet. Finally, the vampire king in front of Zhouze stopped.

In front of them was a huge dark brown silver door. The Vampire King made no move and only stopped in front of the door for two seconds.

The silver door will open without any wind.

It seemed to be welcoming them in respectfully.

The Vampire King walked in first.

Zhouze watched, wondering for a moment whether he should follow or wait outside.

And just at this moment——