Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Although what Ron said was a request, the strength in his hands and the danger in his eyes all indicated what he meant—

You can only agree, no rejection is allowed.

Su Tang, "..."

She kind of wanted to throw out the vampire who was holding her hand without authorization.

But there are so many soldiers and people from the Holy See around, isn't it not good to stage a picture of a pure girl suddenly turning into a bloody clan?

Su Tang thought about this very seriously.

Just as she was about to stare at the murderous gaze of the girl who had spoken to before, friendly rejection of the vampire in front of her and withdrew her hand, the vampire in front of her seemed to be under heavy pressure, and her body suddenly knelt down in front of Su Tang. .

The whole person presents a posture of "five-body throwing on the ground", and the joints creak.

The expression on his face was no longer as relaxed and comfortable as before, his skin became paler under the illumination of the wall lamp, and his forehead was drenched in cold sweat.

Except for Ron, the other second and third generations are not doing very well.

Although he didn't lie on the ground like Ron, his face was not very good-looking.

That is the coercion belonging to the first generation of blood.

The coercion of the first generation generally does not affect the second and third generations of them.

Unless he deliberately targeted.

Contrary to the blood race, all the humans in the hall felt no pressure.

The Holy See and the soldiers frowned.

The girls who formed a group stared blankly at the suddenly ugly vampires, chattering in doubt.

"What's wrong with them? Why does it seem painful?"

"I do not know……"

At this moment, the sharp-eyed vampire who had talked to Ron earlier found that the little bat that had been standing on the girl's shoulder was gone.

He almost subconsciously turned his head to look at the door.

A slender figure was standing there quietly for some time.

Bingyin's long hair fell from behind the man like a waterfall, and the pure blood-colored pupils showed the supreme and noble identity of the person who came.

Pale to almost transparent skin, lining the man's beautiful facial features, as quiet and beautiful as a medieval oil painting.

The man's slender body was wrapped in the uniform, and the buttons at the neckline were tied to the top. The abstinence was noble, and people couldn't help but feel that raising a little extra thought was a blasphemy to the man in front of him.

"His Royal Highness..."

Ron reluctantly raised his eyes to see the person standing at the door clearly, and the four words were laboriously squeezed out of his throat.

The vampires in the hall looked at each other, shocked.

It's actually Simmons, the most powerful prince of the blood race for so many years...

The hearts of the blood clans are complicated.

I don't know how the prince broke the seal...

And why did it appear when choosing a blood servant...

Is it really for that girl?

The vampires cast their eyes on the dazed little girl in front of Ron and muttered in their hearts.

The blood prince, who had been sleeping for a hundred years, didn't pay any attention to any blood, but walked to Su Tang's side with an indifferent expression, his white fingers held the girl's soft little hands, and slowly lowered his head.

Soft kisses covered where Ron had just kissed.

The sound is cold.

"I wonder if this beautiful lady is willing to be my blood servant?"

Su Tang, "..."

She rubbed her eyes.

She wondered if she had just read it wrong?

Otherwise, why did she see the noble and indifferent Vampire Majesty... quietly raised his leg and kicked Ron, and then kicked him aside?