Chapter 233 Lance’s Dinner

Chapter 233 Lance’s Dinner

Serra stopped and stared at the painting.

She recognized even the painting of herself turning into ashes.

She was lying in a coffin lined with red and dark outside, with her eyes closed, holding a lily in her hand, and her face was as pale as a ghost.

This is like her frozen appearance after death, so beautiful and tragic.

"What are you looking at here?" The handsome vampire suddenly appeared next to her, sniffing the fragrance of her blood and restraining the desire that surged in her throat.

It smells great, without any contamination.

Serra pointed to the painting, "Who is the person in the painting?"

"Are you still a virgin?" When she answered the question, she suddenly looked back, took a step back and stood on the steps with a strange and uncomfortable feeling, "Can you smell it?"

"You smell sweeter than them, that's a good thing." He replied with a smile, not feeling how beastly his words were at all.

Sera suppressed her disgust and did not show it. Seeing that he was just talking and had no murderous intention towards her, she followed the footsteps of the people in front and walked to the upper floor, "So, who is the woman in that painting?"

"The master's dead wife, she was beautiful, wasn't she? Her smooth brown hair and face deserved everyone's pity." The vampire followed her, praising her voice.

Sierra touched her golden hair and twisted it around her fingertips.

Her body did not have such smooth brown hair, and her blond hair, which she had not taken care of for a long time, looked like a messy pile of yellow dead grass as she ran through the forest.

There are hundreds of rooms in Mawson Manor. Her room is not far from Annashe's and can be seen at a glance from the stairs.

The two doors were locked and looked the same as before.

The curtains in the corridor were lowered to block the light, and the carpet was the color of blood. The whole atmosphere was depressing.

Even though the young girls who came with her were assured that they would not die, they were still frightened when they walked into a house with an interior that looked like a cemetery.

The vampire behind him suddenly grabbed Sera's wrist, "Your blood should be given to special people, not with them."

"What? To whom?" Sera's heart skipped a beat, and she was picked up by the other party with one hand and appeared at the door of a certain room.

"You belong to Lance, Sue, let her get cleaned up in your room."

She was pushed into a bedroom. The female vampire standing near the door glanced at the intruder, "Lance is going back to the capital with his master tomorrow for a birthday party. Do you want to package it for him as a farewell gift?"

"She smells good and will taste even better after being washed. Lance will like the taste."

Sera was pinched by the neck and brought to the female vampire for her to smell.

The latter sniffed her neck, exposed his teeth and made a squeaking sound, then restrained himself and said, "It's very good, but her skin is too smelly. I'll take her to take a bath."

Everyone is interested in the aesthetics of vampire clothing. As she wiped the stains off her body in the bathroom, Sierra felt that she had at least lost some weight and looked more like a dried-up green bean.

When he came out wrapped in a bath towel, the female vampire outside was nowhere to be seen.

There was a pure white printed high-waisted dress lying on the bed. It would look good stained with blood.

She calmly put on the skirt. The bare collar was made very large, barely covering half of her chest, and the rest of her body was exposed along with her thin shoulders.

The skirt is ankle-length and has a nice drape, but it doesn't really hold up to the cold in winter.

She searched the room, then took a coat from the cabinet and put it on. It was also very thin and could not cover the skin on her chest.

Sierra sneezed, touched her nose, and pushed out the door.

The corridor was empty, and there were vampires walking around, but this would disappear completely.

Where have they all gone?

She pursed her lips and simply walked around to admire the decorations on the wall.

Rose Hill's taste has not improved at all. He moved the bloody war paintings in his castle here. Can no one live there? So many antique items have been moved here.

"A sneeze."

She sneezed again.

Under the stairs, Su was stabbed by the vampire next to her.

"You didn't lock the door?"

He heard the woman moving around.

Su frowned and glanced at the shadow in the living room in front of him.

The place was filled with smoke, and the person's crossed legs changed, and the finger wearing several rings of different colors flicked the cigarette ashes, and the red light of the cigarette butt was looming, showing that the owner was somewhat diffuse and dangerous.

Lance stood nearby and looked at Su, "Did the people in the blood bank escape?"

Su lowered his head and said respectfully: "No, I have a clean dessert here today, dedicated to you."

Lance lowered his eyes and stared at the man leaning on the sofa, "Does the master need it? I can share it with you."

He raised his eyes, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes, and said coldly, "Don't dirty the floor. Dispose of the body cleanly."

Lance smiled, "I knew you would refuse. I also left a gift in your room. You haven't eaten for almost a week and you are very weak."

Sera groped alone and fumbled open a door.

This was supposed to be her piano room, but all the pianos were gone. The room was opened up into a huge space, and many boys and girls were sitting in it. Long cuts were made on their wrists, and blood flowed into the glass bottles along the skin.

I don’t know how many people will get sick and lose their lives due to this crude method of blood collection.

The strong smell of blood made Sera take a step back, and her already cold body trembled into the warm embrace behind her.

"Miss, you are in the wrong room."

A gentle male voice sounded above the head.

Sierra turned around and raised her eyes, "Lance?"

Lance has blond hair, styled very short, with a small silver cross in his ear, a gentle expression, and a pair of harmless red eyes.

"Recognize me?" He held her hand, his fingertips lightly traced her skin, and sighed, "I'm a little thinner, but it's okay."

She guessed correctly.

Sierra knew that he was treating her as dinner, so she tightened her hands on her skirt, "Can you pay me first?"

"Huh?" He was stunned for a moment, surprised that the other person didn't show any surprise or admiration for his appearance.

"Want money?"

Sera nodded, "Give me money first, then eat."

Lance: "."

"You're so special." He maintained his demeanor.

"Well, actually I just don't want to be enjoyed by you." Sera said seriously.

Lance: "."

The smile in his eyes receded, "It turned out to be a cold joke. Are you not worried that you will die?"

Sai pulled the coat around him and said, "Can you force yourself to starve yourself a meal today? I actually came here to serve the Duke of Rosehill as dinner."

Su heard this and looked in a certain direction.

The master is no longer in his position.

Lance felt angry in his heart. He stretched out his fingers and pinched her chin, "Miss, the consequences of angering a gentleman are serious."

He wanted to crack her skull and close her mouth.

"Lance." Serra said to him softly and gently: "It's just that I want to see the Duke of Rosehill and ask him if he has lost his ruby ​​necklace."

Lance loosened his hand and stared at her intently, his eyes suspicious.

"Who are you?"

"His dinner."

There is another update that will be posted after 12 o'clock.

I have no choice but to take it apart because I am going to play tomorrow hahaha.