Vampire: Poppy's Dessert

Chapter 26



Because of the effect of blood and brand marks, Chu Yan was confused, and the exquisite patterns on the ceiling were blurred and swayed in the eyes, mixed with Victor's red hair, making her fall into a whirlpool, and she didn't even know what Victor was. What you are doing is just blindly bearing.


"Let Grandma and Dad go..." She still didn't forget the purpose of coming here, "Otherwise, I will kill you!"


Victor's cold gaze locked her phoenix eyes, her eyelashes were as long as butterfly wings, flickering disobediently.


"After drinking so much of my blood, you still want to kill me? Good job, it seems that you haven't lost enough blood, and you thought you would sleep, and you would quickly become a vampire. It seems that you don't need to sleep !" He hugged her, kissed her, lingering, completely forgetting himself...


Chuyan saw the soul-locking sword on the bedside table, and she wanted to grab it, but Victor clamped his hands and held it above her head.


"Dirty and despicable vampire!" Chu Yan swore deliriously.


"Chuyan, I like the ruthlessness in your bones!"


He spread her legs and tugged at his belt...


Turner knocked on the door, "My lord, Prince Anze said he wants...dessert."


"Dessert, dessert? Damn Anze, I hope he knows what he's doing." Victor ripped through his hair in dismay. He dragged Chuyan up and forced her to look at him, "Chuyan, listen , Sleep here obediently, and I will give you a chance to save the person you want to save."


Chu Yan responded in a trance, but she didn't know what she was talking about. There were two powerful forces in her body that were torn apart.


Victor got up and opened the door, "Turner, sit by the bed, keep the first words, never leave."


"But, Wang, she...is a killer!"


"She is only 601 years old, and you are already a thousand years old." Victor blinked evilly, and closed the door casually.


Just as Turner sat down on the chair beside the bed, the door was pushed open again. He stood up stiffly and was relieved when he saw that it was Victor. "king."


"Turner, what are you afraid of? Did Chuyan's evil spirit scare you? She just killed too many blood people, so she won't hurt you. I came back to warn you, don't suck her blood."


"Yes."


The door was closed again, Turner slowly calmed down, and Chu Yan fell into sleep, but he saw the faint blue light from the poppy brand on her neck, which seemed to be healing her and giving her strength.


Turner had never seen anything like this happen. Victor kept so many women in captivity that all the imprints were mere imprints.


"God, what the hell is going on?" He leaned closer, and the flickering light on the brand seemed to be conscious, piercing a dazzling white light, pushing him away.


Turner evacuated from the bed at the fastest speed, only to find that Chu Yan's body was enveloped in a soft blue light, like the divine light of an angel, like the radiance of the moon, bright and mysterious.


Curiously, he quietly reached out to touch the light, but a figure suddenly appeared on the light, a familiar figure—500 years ago, Turner had seen him with his own eyes at the Leng's mansion in Zurich, that admirable figure The man—"Leng...Mr. Leng Yindong?"


(End of this chapter)