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Fasol stepped forward respectfully, and did not dare to look up during the period, until he was one arm away from the coffin, and he respectfully raised the wine glass above his head.

Loder took it lightly.

Elegant and mysterious aristocratic youth, with pale and beautiful skin, silver-red eyes, slender fingers gently took the wine glass, no special expression on a beautiful face, wine red eyes staring at the wine glass.

Fasol was slightly nervous.

It wasn't human blood in the wine glass, but the blood of unicorns.

The unicorn is a symbol of beauty and purity. According to legend, it is called the child of the gods along with the mermaid. Their blood is not nourishing, but naturally cursed.

Injuring or even killing such a pure being is a curse in itself.

In the world, only this young king can drink the blood of a unicorn without changing his face.

He never eats according to the habits of a normal blood clan. The elders have searched for him with good-blooded young and young girls, but they have not been able to arouse the appetite of the young king.

The power of His Royal Highness Lord Loder is already equal to God in the hearts of the blood race, but most of the time God has no intention of taking care of power and trivial matters, and just sleeps peacefully.

As if wanting nothing.

He slowly drank the blood in the cup, and the bright red color was dyed on the lips of the youth, the color was like rose petals, thin and seductive.

The slender and pale fingers fell, and Loder gently placed the wine glass on the tray raised by Fasol.

He lowered his eyelashes, pale and indifferent, and his wine-red pupils revealed a strange elegance, adding a bit of mystery.

In the perfect blood family, the perfect king.

Fasol hesitated and whispered: "Your Highness, the saint sent from the temple this time, you..."

Before he finished speaking, the man said lightly:

"Need not."

His voice was as cool as a human being, and his low voice was naturally seductive, like the icy surface of marble and the gorgeous bass of a violin.

Fasol was not surprised by the answer.

It stands to reason that every saint should be selected by the king first, but for so many years, King Del has never allowed any saint to come to see him.

Naturally, those women had long heard the legend of the King of the Blood Race, and they came one by one with hope, but they could only return full of disappointment.

Fasol noticed that every time he drank the blood of the unicorn, His Royal Highness Loder frowned slightly.

He has always been indifferent, and the frowning of his eyebrows shows a thrilling beauty, but the meaning contained in it is shocking - even the blood of the sacred unicorn makes His Highness feel uncomfortable, not to mention the much filthier, The blood in the lower human body?

Rejection is to be expected, in fact, Fasol just mentioned it casually.

He bowed respectfully and stepped back.

The young man's slender, pale fingers gently supported the edge of the coffin and lowered his wine-red pupils.

The delicate and beautiful face in the silver, a pair of narrow and beautiful red eyes, the appearance is pale and indifferent.

His slender index finger gently wiped the blood on his lips, and he lowered his eyes slightly, his expression calm.

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"Come on, don't make adults wait!"

The next day, the maid who led the way hurried through the wide corridor, urging the saints behind her impatiently.

The girls trotted to keep up with their skirts.

Many of them came from noble families, and they were also sent to the castle to be blood servants out of the consideration of clinging to the blood. Therefore, even in the trot, the noble girls could not help but try to maintain their demeanor.

The group came out of the hall.