100 Ways to Get the Male God

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Yu Chu briefly calculated the plan in his mind.

First of all, she can't let people show the silverware, otherwise, it will only repeat the same mistakes. Secondly, she has to find a way to avoid the fate of being favored by a certain vampire.

This is not easy. The original owner is beautiful, clean and beautiful, and it is basically impossible not to be seen.

Yu Chu thought silently.

If it doesn't work, it's up to the system. Speaking of which, after so many planes, the system is basically useless, and now, it is almost its turn to perform.

Yu Chu calmly prepares to sleep.

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At the other end of the castle, away from the outside world, in a large and luxurious room.

The moonlight shone into the room and reflected on the pale vampire's long hair. The man was dressed in ancient aristocratic costumes, and his every move was very elegant. He was holding a plump woman in his arms, his fangs pierced into the woman's neck, and red blood poured into his throat. , swallowing blood.

The woman's eyes were blurred, her red lips were slightly parted, she panted and moaned rapidly, and rubbed her legs unconsciously.

"Ah...uh...sir..."

The voice of the exit was very pleasant, until the vampire straightened up, the woman's cheeks were flushed, and it looked like she had just experienced an extreme love.

The pleasure brought by the blood race is incomparable.

However, she hurriedly restrained her expression, her legs were weak, she glanced at the beautiful young man affectionately, bowed respectfully, and exited the room.

After eating, the fangs were withdrawn, and Fasol sat lazily for a while before leaving the room.

He walked along the castle corridor in the dark until he saw an intricately patterned door at the end.

Numerous rose branches are intertwined, the hollow pattern is extremely delicate, and the crystal gems are inlaid on it, like the twinkling stars in the night.

Fasol stood at the door, paused, and confirmed that his expression was respectful enough before pushing the door in.

A huge circle-like disk with an equally huge silver cross in the center.

It sounds ridiculous, the castle inside the blood clan actually has a sterling silver cross.

However, standing here, Fasol didn't feel the slightest discomfort. The only thing he felt was a strong pressure from his blood, as if his back was slapped, giving people the urge to kneel and worship.

He kneeled on one knee respectfully, with one hand across his chest, "His Royal Highness Lodel..."

Roses surround the huge disc.

In the center is an ancient coffin.

Although ancient, it looks delicate and majestic, with layers of intricate patterns wrapped around the dark and heavy surface of the coffin, with precious stones inlaid on it, a thin silver chain hanging down, and the cross standing behind it.

A hand gently rested on the edge of the coffin.

It was a slender and beautiful hand, each line was meticulously carved with a sense of delicacy, and the skin was pale white, showing a sense of ascetic beauty.

A man rose from the coffin.

It was a young man in his twenties. As he got up, long silver threads scattered over his shoulders like moonlight, lining the young man's pale skin, and his indifferent wine red eyes, like two most beautiful wine rubies.

Black undershirt, buttoned all the way down to the slender neck, with platinum cuffs. The slender gold chain of the pocket watch hung down, and the man raised his eyes and looked over.

Fasol hurriedly bowed his head.

Who dares to face the king...

Those wine red eyes are different from the bright red of ordinary blood races, mysterious and beautiful, but also make people feel unusually indifferent and dangerous.