The host always wants to flirt with the villain after being bad

The banquet hall was inexplicably quiet. All the vampires who could come to the prince to participate in the banquet were blood clan LEVEL B aristocratic class vampires, who were stronger than ordinary vampires in terms of status and ability, and they carried a kind of coercion without speaking.

Tens of hundreds of pairs of eyes gathered on Jiang Tingting's body, glowing with a light red light, dangerous and penetrating, making people unable to adapt.

Lian Zhiyan didn't say anything, he twitched the corners of his lips unobtrusively, and looked sideways at the girl beside him, Ruifeng's eyes concealed a trace of playfulness and careless viciousness.

He really wanted to see other expressions besides crying on Jiang Tingting's indifferent face, such as helplessness, panic, fear...

However none.

The girl's expression was always clear and cold, even when she was crying, she was crying with a dull face, as if nothing could disturb her emotions...

It's the same when you say you like him.

Tsk...a facial paralysis.

Lian Zhiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, Jiang Tingting turned to meet his eyes now.

The eyes are beautiful, but not vivid at all.

Lian Zhiyan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

At this time, a man in a deep navy blue tuxedo stepped forward and nodded slightly, Chao Lian Zhiyan bowed to show respect, and then said.

"Wang, the beautiful lady next to you seems a bit unfamiliar. I wonder if Wang can introduce this lady to everyone."

Lian Zhiyan was still holding Jiang Tingting's slender waist. Hearing this, he revealed a hint of wickedness, and lowered his head slightly close to Jiang Tingting's ear, with a smile that was not a smile.

"How would you like me to introduce you, huh?"

The young man's voice was pleasant, and the ending slowly elongated. I don't know if it was intentional.

Jiang Tingting said it was casual, introduce it however you want, she saw the oily chicken legs and desserts on the table over there...

Seeing her absent-minded and perfunctory appearance, Lian Zhiyan narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Holding Jiang Tingting's waist slightly hard.

"Ok?"

"I am your bride."

Jiang Tingting glanced at Lian Zhiyan, and said seriously.

Lian Zhiyan's displeasure faded a lot, he looked at the nobles below, his tone was loose and irresistible.

"She is my bride and will accompany me through the long years."

Those blood races were surprised when they heard this, and there was an uproar in the quiet banquet hall.

Among them, a group of daughters gathered over there holding feather fans to cover half of their faces and whispering.

"Didn't the lady from the duke's house say that the prince likes her..."

"Pfft, if the prince likes her, how could there be a bride? In my opinion, she is just wishful thinking."

"When An Rousheng comes over and sees this scene, will he die of anger or cry."

"I don't know, what is the identity of the king's bride?" The duke in a tuxedo looked at Jiang Tingting with a dangerous scrutiny, as if he was looking at some goods.

"Duke Ander, take care of your eyes." Lian Zhiyan's eyes narrowed lazily, cold light flickered, and a strong sense of oppression flooded.

The man called Duke Ander immediately averted his eyes and lowered his eyes slightly.

"My lord, you are the prince of the blood clan after all, your bride still needs to be recognized by the blood clan..."

"Oh? What Duke Ender means is that you will marry the bride of the king instead of the king."

"???"

When Duke Ander and the nobles present heard this, their expressions were obviously stunned:
"My lord, that's not what I meant."