The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (77)
The Holy Blood Conference had a voting system.

If Arthur chilled the hearts of the Blood Kin, he wouldn’t win their support.

He did so many things, just to let Arthur gain support.

How could he let him completely lose this opportunity because of a single human?

Arthur remained expressionless, unmoved by Moore’s agitated mood.

He asked indifferently, “Did you touch her?”

There were traces of Moore’s breath on her body, which could only be left when a Blood Kin was very close to a human.

If it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t find any traces of punishment on her body, he would have already exploded by now.

Moore saw his killing aura, his bared fangs and frightening red pupils. “If I touched her, would you kill me?”

Arthur didn’t answer. He simply lifted a hand, manifesting a huge blood blade array.

In an instant, the blood blades painted a scene of execution.

The magic power formed a terrifying seal of entrapment.

There was no escape.

Arthur wrapped his coat around Bai Weiwei’s body and walked out with light and graceful steps.

As he passed by Moore, he lowered his head, his eyes cruel and cold.

“You didn’t touch her, so I won’t kill you.”

It was the same tone used to bestow a gift.

He was facing a Blood Kin of equal prince rank, but Arthur acted as though he was standing before a humble slave.

He slept for many years, was not awake for many days, and rarely went out.

So many of them forgot how terrifying and cruel he was when he put down the rebellion, and how fervently he was admired.

As long as the Blood Kin had him, no matter what happened, they would not be annihilated.

Moore once again experienced the oppression that surpassed prince rank.

They were clearly the same rank but Arthur could suppress him.

Moore watched Arthur pick up his cute little blood slave, then nonchalantly saunter out.

He wanted to shelter a rebel, and no Blood Kin dared to stop him.

Not to mention, Bai Weiwei was not a rebel.

“How miserable, I thought we were friends.”

Moore helplessly got to his feet and began to look for his severed limb. The attack this time was too powerful.

Several of the Blood Kin at the scene were sliced up beyond recovery and died.

He was a bit better off, but his hands and feet were broken, and his intestines spilled out all over the floor. He just had to stuff them back in.

Bai Weiwei slept fitfully.

She was hot, and cold, and a cold hand kept touching her face.

The torment of ice and fire made her sleep restless.

Then she began to have nightmares.

She dreamt that all her life value was eaten up by the system. Then she dragged the system together to go die1.

“Spicy chicken, you didn’t steal my points to eat snacks ba.”

The system looked at its feverish host, its body trembling. “Just some dried fruit. Not a lot, really not a lot.”

The feverish host’s killing aira was steaming. “If you dare to eat too many, I’ll choke you to death.”

The system silently looked down at the dried mango in its hand. Should it throw it away and get rid of the evidence?

Just eat ba, it’s already bought. The host will know and choke it to death sooner or later.

Before it died, it should eat more to treat its skinny body.

Next to the soft bed, Arthur rested his chin on one hand, eyes closed. His pale face was slightly wan.

He suddenly opened his eyes vigilantly and saw Bai Weiwei dreaming with a painful expression on her face.

She seemed to be sleep talking, but the bits and pieces were too confusing, and Arthur couldn’t understand it.

Was she having a nightmare?

Arthur lowered his head, fingers lightly touching her face. He could feel the fever receding.

He whispered softly, “Don’t be scared, I’m here.”

1: 狗带: sounds like the English for “go die”.