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In the King's mind, he must be unusual, so all the vampires who only obey the Vampire King's orders are very wary of this unknown human being.

Zhouze followed the Vampire King to a dark room said to be responsible for dining.

The furnishings and layout are similar to what Zhouze imagined.

Dark brown floor-length curtains were pulled on both sides, revealing a huge semi-curved rectangular window.

The window was closed.

Through the window, you can see the dark world outside shrouded in a blood-red moon.

The ruins of the ruins intersect with the gorgeous castle, showing half broken and half luxurious.

It's like two worlds merged together, and the contradiction is filled with a huge and strange beauty.

Zhouze couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and his breathing became faster.

Then, he noticed the Vampire King sitting elegantly at the head of the long table in the center of the dark hall.

Speaking of this long table, it perfectly replicated Zhouze's imagination of the vampire dining table one to one.

This long table... is only one meter wide but a full ten meters long.

Amazingly long.

On the table at the end where the Vampire King sat, there were gorgeous dark tablecloths and exquisite and clean ceramic tableware.

The knives and forks are beautifully shiny and extremely sharp.

The silver light is shining and can be used to identify people.

Zhou Ze had no doubt that if the Vampire King wanted to use this pair of knives and forks for any anatomy game on a whim, he would definitely be very good at it.

He swallowed silently.

Then he consciously stood not far behind the vampire king, very respectful and honest.

But the Vampire King seemed to have no intention of letting him stand.

Turning his head slightly, those blood-red eyes like cold gemstones glanced at him, staring at him, and his thin lips opened and closed gently.

"Come here and sit down."

Zhouze: "!"

Just four words, but it seemed like a very light tap on Zhouze's spine, making Zhouze almost jump up on the spot due to conditioned reflex.

Of course he had to do it.

Because the vampire king had already picked up the silver knife and fork.

The long, pale, well-jointed fingers grasped the handle of the knife and fork gracefully and casually, with a sense of unspeakable menace.

Zhouze's heartbeat secretly accelerated, but his face was as calm as possible, and he nodded gently again.

The next second, he glanced around the dining table.

Well.

There is no extra second seat at all.

Where should he sit? The vampire king's thighs?

Is it true that if you sit like that, you won’t get beaten up?

Zhouze complained silently in his heart.

Little did he know that because the vampire king was staring into his eyes, he had already eavesdropped on his thoughts.

For a moment, the vampire king's lips suddenly raised slightly on his sickly pale handsome face.

It seemed as if I heard something extremely pleasant.

But it was only for a short moment, and Zhouze had no chance to know, let alone see.

He was worrying about where to sit.

Fortunately, the next second, the Vampire King "thoughtfully" ordered someone to add a seat to the long table.

Zhouze originally thought that the other party would ask someone to join him at the other end of the long table.

He also thought that it was a pity to be so far away from the Vampire King.

After all, the Vampire King is a soul fragment, and this is the last moment. We can spend as much time together as possible. Maybe this will be the last time we get to know each other.

However, the Vampire King actually asked the vampire guards to add seats next to the main end.

They were extremely close.

Zhouze's little heart beat uncontrollably and continued to beat faster.

He sat down cautiously.

When his fingertips touched the knife and fork, Zhou Ze was stung by the chill and almost retracted his hand.

Fortunately, he held it down.

Slowly holding the knife and fork, Zhou Ze wondered what dinner he would have tonight.

With the Vampire King, you won't be drinking blood and eating raw meat, right?

Zhouze couldn't help but guess, and suddenly started to sweat profusely.

If he doesn't eat it, it won't be a disgrace to the other party, but if he eats it, it will probably leave a lifelong shadow.

Caught in a dilemma, Zhouze couldn't help but glance at the Vampire King who was just a few feet away.

The latter lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes were also silver, so beautiful that they were beyond compare.

Zhouze pursed his lips slightly, and forgot to blink his big eyes for a moment.

He opened his eyes so candidly, staring at the small strand of silver hair hanging down from the vampire king's shoulders for a moment.

Smooth and shiny.

Put together with the silver knife and fork in the opponent's hand, there is an illusion of complementing each other.

"Does it look good?" Suddenly, the vampire king said lightly without raising his head.

This voice was calm and calm, but it seemed to contain a pressure that made people have to panic.

"Good-looking." Zhouze was stunned, and subconsciously murmured the answer, then was startled.

All of a sudden, his movements became a little busy - it is said that people will appear busy when they are embarrassed, and he was exactly like that at this moment.

He hurriedly looked away and lowered his head. Sometimes he pretended to look at the knife and fork in his hand, and sometimes he silently closed his eyes to digest his embarrassment.

He just stared at the other person in a daze, which was indeed a bit too dull.

Fortunately, what the Vampire King just said seemed to be unintentional, and he did not hold him accountable for anything, let alone say anything more.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

I don’t know how long it took, but dinner was finally served.

The content surprised Zhouze.

What I saw in front of the Vampire King was a glass of mellow wine that looked like blood.

What was in front of him was still human food, full of color, flavor and taste.

This...isn't this really the Vampire King inviting him to dinner?

Zhouze couldn't hold back and glanced at the handsome pale young man aside cautiously and inquiringly.

The latter was as calm as ever, without any sign of explanation. He put down his knife and fork slowly, picked up the red wine glass, and sipped it slowly.

Zhouze blinked, feeling a little stupid. If there was only one glass of wine, why did the Vampire King still have a knife and fork in the first place?

Could it be that it was to see him frightened?

After all, the opponent's silent but dangerous posture really looks like a hearty autopsy.

Or is this glass of red wine just for appetizer, and the real main meal is... him?

Let him be fed first, and then he let the Vampire King be fed?

While Zhouze was thinking wildly, he was immersed in his rice. Because he kept his head down, he couldn't see the vampire king's soft gaze above his head.

The Vampire King naturally wants to drink blood.

For any vampire, blood is the best delicacy in the world.

But this human being, or as he was called, would definitely not be able to accept the pungent-smelling blood he drank in front of him.

The Vampire King sipped the wine that was fragrant and mellow due to its age.

The liquid in the transparent wine glass, which is similar to blood, has an intoxicating luster in the dark color.

What's more, he didn't want to drink other people's blood at all, it would be too unappetizing.

He just wants to...