Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 263 Departing for the Blood Race Sacrifice
"Della, it's almost time. Today, remember not to leave my sight no matter what time it is."

He held the girl's hand, and he could still feel the warmth through the thin black gauze gloves, and he didn't want to let go.

"Are you going to go there the same way as last time?" Della thought of the only time she had traveled, but she didn't see anything, and was taken directly to Mr. Qian's place.

Ives froze for a moment, then chuckled lightly, and the gloomy aura that was stagnant on his body seemed to dissipate a little with a smile.

"How could such an important ceremony wrong my girl?" The Duke stretched out his other hand and put it on Della's hair, but he didn't mess it up like before, just stroked it lightly a few times.

The cold palm seemed to be able to freeze her, and Della did not show any abnormalities, and let Elvis lead her out.

At the door, I saw a person who had disappeared for a while, with golden chestnut hair neatly tied into a ponytail, and purple eyes without any emotion.

"Rose!" Della felt as if she had caught something in the confusion. She broke away from Elvis's hand, then lifted the hem of her skirt and wanted to run towards Rose.

Elvis sighed, then stretched out his hand and pulled her back like catching a small animal. He glanced at Rose lightly, and then the other party understood and backed up behind them.

Della was pulled forward. Although she had walked around here many times, it was the first time she walked out.

The huge castle group, and this one is the territory of Elvis Dracula, deep and beautiful but empty like a ghost town.

But this time it was a bit different. When she walked to the end of the gorgeous corridor, she saw many warriors in black armor.

Like a well-trained executive team, Della looked at them curiously, but found that those people had no superfluous expressions, let alone words, only respect and faint fanaticism in their eyes when they looked at Elvis .

"look at me."

Elvis could understand her curiosity, but still turned her face back in annoyance.

The face that has never been applied with makeup on weekdays is slightly outlined a few times, light and faint, but breathtaking.

Especially the shadows at the corners of her eyes, coupled with this gothic dress, made his heart flutter every time he looked at her, and he couldn't help but want to kiss her eyes.

He forcibly looked away, in a rare joyful mood, as long as she passed this certification ceremony, she would belong to him, to him, Elvis Dracula.

Although he didn't need to wait until now, he didn't want to wrong her, even if he didn't want outsiders to see her beauty.

Della was led by that hand, no one spoke, she was as silent as a rock pillar by the promenade, and walked alone... Elvis with the cold hand seemed to be her only support, but she wanted to To get rid of this dependence...

Even if the price is lost.

Perhaps sensing her momentary thoughts, Elvis held her hand tightly.

The road... seems to have no end, and there is also a road in the memory, full of struggles of painful memories, but after the memories that originally brought her pain disappeared, she was so confused that she couldn't find the root cause, but the pain remained. exist.

She inexplicably thought of a metaphor, if she remembered what she hated and why it hurt, it would be like being stabbed somewhere, although it hurts, she knew how to relieve the pain purposefully.

But now after the memory disappears, the source cannot be found, the pain is everywhere, and there is nowhere to escape...

"Beautiful lady, please come on." Elvis bowed gracefully, stretched out a hand and led Della into the magical car.

It is indeed a very magical, elegant and gorgeous carriage, but it is not a horse that pulls the carriage, but a magical monster.

(End of this chapter)