Chapter 321: Good night, my bloodline majesty (13)
As before, His Majesty the Blood Race released the pressure on his body and dispersed the surrounding blood races.
No vampire dared to approach.
Feng Qian followed behind for a while, then quickened his pace and walked side by side with His Majesty the Blood Clan.
The girl asked suspiciously, "Your Majesty hasn't eaten for so long, aren't you hungry?"
Ordinary vampires rely on blood-sucking to maintain their lives and beauty.
As for the fragments, doesn't he need to eat?
Sleeping for tens of thousands of years.
Haven't eaten for a long time.
His Majesty the blood clan glanced at the girl lightly, and said softly, "I'm not hungry."
For thousands of years, he had never experienced hunger.
At the same time, he has never tasted blood.
just smelled.
For example, the sweet smell of blood that is emitted from girls all the time.
It was a sweet and greasy smell that could make the blood race addicted.
Enough to make the blood clan's mind sluggish.
Ordinary vampires are unable to resist such a sweet scent of blood.
The fangs will stick out of the lips uncontrollably.
His Majesty of the Blood Race, who has never tasted blood, naturally does not have much desire.
Only, when I smell this sweet and greasy fragrance, there will be a trance in the lavender eyes.
"Oh."
Wind nodded.
but……
The girl asked the biggest doubt in her heart again: "Then... Has Your Majesty ever sucked blood?"
If you have inhaled...
Well.
The girl frowned.
Heart inexplicable irritability.
His Majesty the blood clan next to him glanced sideways and glanced at the girl lightly.
Honestly: "No."
Feng Qian blinked.
Although he hoped that the fragments had not sucked blood, Feng Qian felt a little distressed when he heard the other person say no.
So many years.
For thousands of years, as a blood family, His Majesty has never ingested blood.
The wind paused.
The girl slowly raised her white and tender hands.
Standing on tiptoe, he handed his snow-white wrist to the light-colored lips of His Majesty the Blood Race.
The other party was puzzled, and the lavender eyes lowered to look at Feng Qian.
The girl looked serious in her dark eyes, "I am His Majesty's blood servant. His Majesty can drink my blood."
His Majesty the Blood Race was stunned.
He heard the girl in front of him muttering: "I don't know if it will hurt to be sucked blood."
In the original owner's memory, there are fragments of blood-sucking.
However, Feng Qian just inherited the memory, as for the feeling, it is not clear.
The girl's question made His Majesty the Blood Race a little confused.
He has never sucked human blood, and he has never seen other vampires eat.
He is not very clear about the feeling of being sucked blood.
The fangs pierce the skin.
It's probably... a pain.
The girl's snow-white wrist is close at hand, and the sweet smell of blood is even stronger.
His Majesty's lavender eyes couldn't help but be taken aback.
He quietly took a few steps back.
His voice was flat: "No. I don't need to eat."
Feng Qian looked at each other suspiciously, "Do you really not want to drink?"
After a few seconds, His Majesty the Blood Race shook his head gently.
"Oh."
Feng Qian withdrew his hand and continued to follow His Majesty the Blood Race.
After a while, we got to the place to eat.
His Majesty the Blood Race took the girl directly to the kitchen.
The vampires in the back kitchen widened their eyes in shock after seeing His Majesty's extremely beautiful silver hair and purple eyes, and knelt down quickly.
"See Your Majesty."
No one would have thought that His Majesty, the most noble and purest blood clan, would come to the back kitchen.
Or the back cook who makes human meals.
Ilo said in a low voice: "No."
The vampire who was kneeling on the ground slowly got up.
However, his eyes glanced at His Majesty the blood clan, and when he saw Feng Qian, he was shocked for a moment.
There was a faint scent of blood in the air.
The vampires tried their best to restrain themselves, preventing their fangs from sticking out of their lips.