The whole world wants to be sucked by him

**

Mei Li is a middle blood.

Her father is a servant who works in the blood castle, and when she doesn't need to go to school, Mei Li will work with her father.

But most of the time, Mellie would think, she would rather go to school than stay at the castle.

The owner of the castle is a tyrant who is unpredictable and decisive in killing. Back then, he was able to wash away the royal family with blood alone, but today he will kill people because of the slightest lack of intention.

Because her father was not one of the core male servants inside the castle, it was naturally not his turn to serve the tyrant, so Mei Li only secretly glanced at the tyrant from a distance.

He was tall and tall, half of his body was hidden in the gnawing darkness, only the golden epaulets on his military uniform reflected the piercing edge.

The high military boots collided with the ground, and the rhythm was unhurried, but compelling for no reason, like a symphony of death.

As they passed by, the cloak stirred the air and made a sound.

"Look down."

The tyrant's voice was chilled.

Mei Li was suddenly overwhelmed by the momentum, and realized that she was staring at people beyond the norm. There were many people around, and no one dared to speak out. She was not sure whether the man was speaking to her in the corner, but She still lowered her head subconsciously.

After the man left, Mei Li gasped for breath immediately, and suddenly realized that her back was already wet.

After the catastrophe, the rest of my life is ordinary.

"What's the matter with you, Mei Li!" Father lowered his voice and reprimanded severely, "Fortunately, His Majesty is in a good mood today, if it were any other time—!"

"If you are still like this, go back to the outskirts of the city to help your mother take care of the business! Don't come again!" The father said more and more fiercely.

If it was in the old days, Mei Li would definitely laugh and act like a baby, and flatteringly told her father that she would never dare again next time.

It's just that now she can only think anxiously, is the tyrant in a good mood?

For a moment, she even thought she was going to die.

A few days later, Meili saw the tyrant again.

She was not the one who died, but she will never forget that scene.

The dead man slumped to the ground in a twisted limb posture.

Blood flowed continuously from the man's severed neck to the steps, soaking the red carpet into a dark red.

Mei Li hardly dared to breathe, and did not dare to raise her hand to caress her neck to see if it was still there.

The toe of the high military boot was spattered with two drops of blood. Apart from that, there seemed to be no direct evidence to prove that the perpetrator was a man sitting high on the throne.

The surrounding vampires were just as aggressive as her and didn't dare to show it, but their expressions were all indifferent. A deep coldness spread from the bottom of Mei Li's heart, and her mind couldn't stop thinking about this question that made her back shiver——

Is this the first time?

who is the next?

"Pack it up." The tyrant said coldly.

"Yes." The servant replied.

Later, Mei Li heard that the blood clan who died that day was the orphan of the royal family, and was the only blood clan left who was related to the tyrant.

It is not known what kind of thoughts he had when he approached the tyrant.

But tyrants don't need loved ones.

His majesty even blood is icy cold.Meili thought with horror.

**

A few years later, Meili became a maid in the back kitchen of the castle.

One day, the little gardener in the front yard secretly grabbed her by the sleeve and gossiped with her, "That... I brought back a doll yesterday. It looks like two or three years old. Well, it's about this big..."

The little gardener gestured seriously.

"The one" refers to the tyrant, the unnominator.

Mei Li was amused, and touched the little gardener's forehead: "You don't have a fever, do you?"

The little gardener didn't know how many times she said this to someone and received such a response. She immediately let go of her sleeve angrily, and returned to work angrily.

Mei Li laughed dumbfoundedly on the spot.

Until the evening, she received a notice in the kitchen full of oily smoke that the tyrant let her go.

Mei Li's legs and feet immediately softened by eight points, and the blood clan who notified said that Greenwell recommended her to go there, saying that she was very good at taking care of children.

Mei Li gritted her teeth secretly, ignoring the words of taking care of the children, only thinking that Greenville had disliked her earlier, and this time she was going to drive her to death.

The vast hall where the king dined was resplendent and resplendent, the long table was endless, and almost all the seats were empty. In the past, only the first person sat, the tyrant.

Mei Li lowered her head all the way to the hall door, and said tremblingly at the door: "Your Majesty."

For a long time, there was no summons from the tyrant, which made her wonder.

She didn't dare to look up, and waited as if she was nailed to the spot.

Immediately afterwards, an immature child's voice reached her ears: "Hit you!"

Reminiscent of what the little gardener had said, Meili raised her eyes slightly in disbelief and looked in the direction of the first person.

The tyrant was holding a child carved in pink and jade in his arms, and his posture was awkward. This man who had been holding a sword all year round obviously didn't know how to hold a child, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

But what can be seen is that the man has tried his best to restrain his strength, but even so, the child is still being strangled.

So he waved his fist at the man angrily.

"You hurt me!" The child blushed with anger, "Hit you!"

The tyrant had no choice but to sit down, let the child sit on his lap, and hold the child in his arms to prevent him from falling.

A tyrant who deals with life naturally doesn't know how to coax a child, so he can only say dryly, "I'm sorry."

The tyrant has probably never said this sentence before in his entire life, even though he tried his best to express his apology, his tone did not fluctuate, as if he had no emotion at all.

And the indifferent expression that has always been unchangeable is naturally understood as another meaning.

"What are you doing to me!" The unreasonable and unforgiving child was like a little devil who loves to make troubles, and arrogantly beat the man a few more times.

In the next second, his face changed immediately, his eye circles were red, and he was about to cry.

"Wuuuu, I'm just a child that no one wants. You're still pissing me off. I'm leaving..." The child's golden doudou just fell off as soon as he said it, and he turned around and was about to fall off the man's lap. "No one loves you!" I, I'm going to wander..."

The child's crying eyes and the tip of his nose are red, like the strawberries that the little gardener secretly planted in the corner of the front yard, which is especially painful.

Hitting people should also be extremely painful.thought Mellie.

The tyrant had no choice but to adjust his posture, hold the child firmly, and gently pat the child on the back. He would not say anything else to comfort him, but could only repeat "I love you, I love you" all the time, hoping that this would appease the abnormal An insecure child.

Mei Li, who was watching, was stiff and did not dare to make a sound.

It seemed that 1 years had passed, and the tyrant glanced in her direction lightly.

"What do children... usually eat?" He asked.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I can make some millet paste or make some milk powder for children to eat." Mei Li suggested in a low voice.

The man nodded indifferently: "Go."

Mei Li turned and ran away as if fleeing.

In the distance, she heard a soft child's voice: "Why didn't you remind me that someone is coming! You're embarrassing me!"

There was also the sound of a small fist hitting the clothes.

The tyrant was beaten again.

"sorry."

**

That breakfast, the table made by Meili barely fit the little devil's taste, so she was promoted from an inconspicuous little maid in the back kitchen to a first-class maid.

Responsible for feeding children.

When they met for the second time, the little devil turned into a little angel.

The black hair is limp, and the person is white and tender, and he smiled at her obediently and softly: "Good day, sister."

"Good day, Your Highness." Mei Li yelled this address without authorization after seeing the tyrant's attitude towards children. She took a peek at the man's expression and found that there was nothing unusual.

Sure enough, he is His Majesty's illegitimate son, right? !

But then, the tyrant frowned again with a condensed expression.

Mellie trembled immediately.

The tyrant picked up the child, his eyes serious and vaguely expectant, and he said, "Call me brother."

The child turned his head away and ignored him, "I'm still angry with you."

"What should I do to calm down?" The tyrant tried to coax the child in a low voice.

The little devil thought hard, turned his head and said seriously: "You have to face the wall and think about your mistakes! Then say 'Yiqi loves Zhizhi' ten thousand times! Then I can barely think about forgiving you."

After all, he smiled arrogantly and arrogantly as if he had succeeded in playing tricks.

Mei Li's heart could no longer be described as shock, she began to worry that she would be silenced the next day because she knew too much.

Also Qi.

These two dust-covered words that no one dares to mention are taboo names for tyrants.

She looked at the child's smile again.

Sweet like a piece of honey.

But whoever tastes it will be beaten.