Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The pale and handsome man lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mia thought he had acquiesced, so she suddenly pulled him up and pulled him to Prince Rusfan.

"He is my blood servant, I have chosen him."

"." Prince Rusfan's expression was as colorful as if he had knocked over a paint bottle.

Nissa's expression was obviously wrong, and she seemed to be irritated when she stared at the hands held by the two of them.

Rusfan resisted the pressure and spoke with difficulty, saying: "Mia, you may have misunderstood. In fact, he is not at all -"

The man slowly raised his eyes, his eyes cold, "Isn't it what?"

Prince Rusfan opened his mouth, but could not speak.

Not only him, but all the nobles present were speechless, as if they were suppressed by some force.

Silent and invisible, the oppression is strong and sharp.

It was like an invisible boulder was pressing down on his body, and his muscles and bones made a clicking sound, and there was a faint tendency to explode.

Prince Rusfan's brain was bulging, and he seemed to be enduring some great pain.

During the whole process, little girl Mia blinked blankly, apparently not noticing anything unusual at all.

She held the man's hand and asked curiously: "What did I misunderstand?"

She subconsciously looked at the blood servant she had chosen.

And the blood servant she chose, his eyes fell on her, and he slowly showed a beautiful smile.

That smile was inexplicably permeable.

He knelt down on one knee, held her hand, and placed a pious kiss on the back of her hand.

He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, half of his face was in the shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

He just said in a calm voice, neither humble nor arrogant: "Master, please rest assured, I will try my best to become your blood servant and provide you with the sweetest blood for you to enjoy."

"Of course, I will also let the master never regret this choice."

He raised his head slightly, revealing his overly pale and handsome face.

With a calm smile and dark pupils, he looked like a demon who had just stepped out of the coffin. Everything about him exuded a strange and strange feeling.

It makes people inevitably feel - the ultimate danger.

"." Mia blinked and subconsciously looked at Prince Rusfan.

Prince Rusfan's lips trembled and he didn't say a word.

His face was pale and he didn't know what he was thinking.

As for Princess Nessa, her cheeks became slightly twisted.

So, in this banquet, Mia successfully gained a blood servant.

Moreover, he is also a gentleman and polite blood servant.

The blood servant's name is Drahera, and he is a man with a very cold body.

He and she left the banquet one after another, and the power that was holding the nobles' necks disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace.

Prince Rusfan's legs were so weak that he almost knelt on the ground, but Nessa, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, supported him.

All the vampires stood up, not even daring to complain.

At this moment, no one cares about Nisha’s birthday anymore, and no one focuses on eating.

Everyone was whispering about Mia, and they seemed to want to find an opportunity to come forward to please her.

Prince Rusfan stood there and calmed down for a long time. Suddenly he thought of something and hurriedly called the maid.

"Quick! Go and pack out the largest room in the castle for Mia! Help her move there immediately!"

"Father! How is this possible!" Princess Nissa said with resentment on her face, "How can King Drahera be her blood servant!"