Male God, a Little Su

The jewel-like eyes are like green lake water, which is extremely fascinating.

While Albert was in a trance, he saw the woman raised her red lips and shouted in a flustered tone, "Oh my God! Noah save me!"

As soon as the words fell, the door was suddenly knocked away by a golden light, and a white figure flashed in quickly, protecting Su Yan behind him.

At the same time, golden light emerged from the young man's fingertips again, and with a fierce momentum, he struck at Albert.

"Oh? People from the Hall of Light? Divine Art?"

Albert dodged and dodged, rarely embarrassed. His hood slid down, revealing long hair tied with a headband. What surprised Su Yan was that this man's hair color was exactly the same as Noah's, and his face——

It is the adult version of Noah!

Noah's eyes were always calm, not surprised because Albert looked the same as him.

"Bloodlines."

His pale lips lightly parted, and he said these two words calmly, not a question, but a certainty.

The boy's stature is still very thin, but his height is comparable to Albert's, but he is not as strong and looks thin.

The halo of the crystal lamp covers his body, and the coldness exudes from his bones, like a god on a snow-capped mountain, aloof and dreadful to approach.

"Heh...Dear Cecilia, you man servant, it's a bit interesting."

Albert hooked his lips, and his eyes fell on Su Yan's body with a bit of coldness.

Seeing that ruthless offensive attacked again, Albert raised his hand to tear open the space, and there was darkness behind him, and his body turned into a black smoke and got in.

The frivolous and smiling tone fell slowly, "Cecilia, I will find you again."

"Oh my God!"

Su Yan supported her forehead, squeezed out a hypocritical tear, and reached out to grab Noah's sleeve.

"Noah, fortunately you are here. What would I do without you, that bloody vampire! He covets my beauty and wants to use force against me!"

There seemed to be a low sigh in the air, but if you listened carefully, there was nothing.

The boy turned his head and let Su Yan pull his sleeve.

Turning a blind eye to Su Yan's performance, "Mrs. Cecilia, you don't have to be afraid."

"Do not--"

Su Yan shook her head, covering her face and crying, "Did you hear that? He said he would come to me!"

"it does not matter."

Noah lowered his eyes, his eyes were as clean and clear as water, without a trace of desire.

"As your servant, I will keep you safe."

"But he's everywhere!"

Su Yan sobbed lowly. She raised her fan-like eyelashes. Her eyelashes were also light golden. At this time, they were wet with tears, and there were still crystal teardrops hanging on their eyelashes. She looked so pitiful.

At this time, she no longer has the arrogance and domineering of the day, and she looks so fragile.

Noah was still in that tone, "Mrs. Cecilia, you should trust me."

"But—" Su Yan wanted to say more, but Noah had already knelt down and pinched her feet.

The boy's hand is thin, but also enormous. Su Yan's foot is only as long as his palm, a small one, and five pink toes, which are slightly curled up because of the itch, which is very cute.

"I'll help you get dressed."

Su Yan's crying stopped abruptly, she wrinkled her nose angrily, and kicked his hand away.

With a cold snort, "Noah, you really don't understand the style!"

Noah's voice is very sweet, like a gurgling stream, clear and clean.

"You know that Mr. Blood Race."

No disgust, no accusation, just a simple statement.