The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (17)
Look at these people. So ugly.

System: The host has fallen with the devil1 in order to establish her character settings.

Bai Weiwei spat, “You’re all unworthy of being humans, lapdogs of the vampires!”

The men’s expressions instantly grew unsightly.

Suddenly, a hand moved, trying to tear away the clothes on Bai Weiwei’s body.

As her collar was pulled open, Bai Weiwei gritted her teeth, grabbed the stone that had hit her, and fiercely smashed it onto the man assaulting her.

Then she pushed herself to her feet and ran forward.

But there were people everywhere.

Tearing, punching, frantically pursuing, until she was struggling at death’s door.

But she never gave in, even in the face of so many people’s attacks, her body covered in filth and her head weeping blood.

She never begged for mercy, not making a sound.

But her steps slowed down, her body grew heavier, and her eyes were filled with despair.

The originally tranquil expression of the man standing at the peak of the tower sank.

The restlessness in Arthur’s heart continued to expand.

Beg. Cry. Show your most unbearable side.

Why haven’t you done it?

His initial unconcern now became him staring fixedly on that little prey’s tracks.

She truly was clever. Surrounded by so many people, in such an unfamiliar place.

Yet she still knew to make use of the complicated terrain to escape.

If the entirety of Sunset Town hadn’t closed its exits for the purpose of punishing her, perhaps she would have run out.

Arthur lowered his head, watching her duck inside a dry well in a little alley.

Her face was bloodstained, but none of the brilliance in her beautiful cat eyes was lost.

He watched her coolly tie a strip of cloth around her ankle. It seemed she’d twisted her foot.

She lowered her head, but instead of crying dejectedly, she hid herself even deeper, vigilantly watching the mouth of the well.

She even held a wooden stick, as though to take down with her the people who harmed her.

Suddenly, Arthur couldn’t remember the flattery from the first day she’d met him.

No. It wasn’t that he couldn’t remember.

But rather that after recalling, he felt that her flattering was really seldom seen.

Because ever since her escape failed, she had never once fawned over him.

She staked everything, desperately trying to leave him.

So this was her true face. A human who hated Blood Kin.

There weren’t many of such people, but there weren’t few. And few dared to show it so blatantly.

Arthur’s icy, handsome features contorted, revealing a baleful smile.

He said softly, “Drag her out of the well.”

Insects should have the attitude of insects.

Pets should please their owners.

How could they be so independent and unconstrained?

He hated puppets, but he hated disobedient puppets even more.

Bai Weiwei thought that she would hide for a little longer, but in the end, she was discovered and dragged out.

She couldn’t help cursing to the system, “If it weren’t for the change in favorability, I would have thought that chuuni mad dog hated me to the point of wanting to kill me.”

There shouldn’t be any big mistakes in her character settings.

But it was no match for Arthur, this capture target who despised human beings.

So while the favorability stayed stagnant in the early stages, she would likely have to spend her days in suffering.

After being dragged out, Bai Weiwei felt dizzy, on the verge of unconsciousness.

But she lay on the ground, her head still lifted, her eyes glued to those people.

The calm and firmness even frightened some people into retreating.

“Wh*re, what’s with that look? You’re nothing more than a b*tch who offended Lord Prince. Still don’t know your wrongs?”

A man rushed over, iron rod held high.

If this rod came down, Bai Weiwei would be paralyzed, if not dead.

1: 入魔: to be spellbound, or to be infatuated or obsessed.↩