The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 112 The Crimson Moon Oath (10)

After the blood queen explained everything, she looked at her daughter's cold and indifferent eyes, half-supported her forehead with a headache, and waved tiredly.

"Retire, remember, mother can't protect you for the rest of your life, don't put too much thought on those who are not worth it."

"You are the future blood queen, born with honor."

Sui Ling knew that it was the Queen of the Blood Clan telling her to take Si Qi too seriously, and she was doing it for her own good, Sui Ling was not displeased.

Nodding lightly, with a dignified figure, "Daughter knows."

After leaving the luxurious and gloomy old castle, Ai Qionglan was waiting outside, Sui Ling frowned unobtrusively.

"Aren't you protecting Si Qi?" This guy, why doesn't he say anything?

"In my garden, no one dares to hurt him for the time being." Ai Qionglan's elegantly curved eyes spoke with a firm tone.

The person in front of him valued that garden more than his life, and the defense layout was naturally not bad. Sui Ling was relieved, but her voice was still cold.

"Can I go in?"

She can't force her way into other people's territory, so she asks politely.

"Of course, my dear highness, my honor."

Gentleman Ai Qionglan bowed, waved his hand lightly, and opened the domain enchantment, "Please."

Sui Ling quietly appeared in front of the garden gate, but Ai Qionglan did not follow.

She stood indifferently in front of the carved iron railing, her eyes fell on the young man in the garden.

The boy's expression was focused, and the soft silk shirt slipped off, revealing a thin wrist bone, as white as jade.

When he was immersed in the painting, the golden light in his eyes seemed to be more radiant, and the soft eyebrows and eyes were still well-behaved, but they were less empty than before.

Sui Ling came to the conclusion that Si Qi loves painting.

She walked towards him, her steps were very light, almost silent, Si Qi didn't notice it.

When she got closer, she could clearly see what was on the canvas.

In the painting, she smiles brightly, with an elegant gardenia flower beside her elegantly coiled light blond hair, and the snow-white petals make the girl even colder.

It has to be said that Si Qi's painting skills are very good, and he writes casually, but he deeply engraves Sui Ling's indifferent and cold beauty in the scroll.

But she doesn't smile like that.

Sui Ling pursed her lips lightly, but let the young man paint what he had in mind.

It wasn't until Si Qi introduced the last stroke that Sui Ling spoke very slowly, "Is it me you painted?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Si Qi was startled, and his first reaction was to cover the painting.

"I've seen it all. The painting is very good." Sui Ling naturally lowered her fingers and looked at Si Qi.

"How do you like it?"

Having finished reading the painting, Si Qi knew that it was useless to stop him, so he pursed his lips and looked up at Su Ling hopefully.

Sui Ling bent her eyes, wanted to rub Si Qi's hair, thought of something, but just stroked her palm, "I like it."

"As long as you like it." A rare smile appeared on the corner of Si Qi's lips, and he let go of his restless hands.

There was an armchair beside Si Qi, and Sui Ling sat down directly, lazily finding a comfortable position to lean on.

She looked flat, and said slowly: "I can help you avenge."

"How do you..." know about me.

Si Qigang wanted to ask, but suddenly thought that she was a princess, and it was very easy to find out, so he swallowed these words silently.

Sui Ling looked at Si Qi, and suddenly asked: "Do you hate?"

"Have hated it, it doesn't matter anymore." Si Qi lowered his head, his voice was muffled, with a sense of hopelessness and powerlessness.

Everything in the house is under the control of that woman, and he has no swords or weapons by his side, and no teacher who teaches him martial arts, so he has no ability to resist at all.

Just like a lifeless puppet, it serves as a tool for her to act as a good wife and mother.

No one will take his word for it.

Even the father is the same.

The endless oppression made him only look for the hope of life in the painting, he is not worthy of living, but unfortunately he is too weak, he doesn't even have the right to die.

The room he lives in is covered with soft sponges, and the tiresome monitoring prevents him from making every decision.

That woman wouldn't let him die at home, and his father would blame her.

So here he is.

"I can kill her for you." Sui Ling casually tapped on the armrest.

Si Qi's voice was dry, his silver hair covered his eyes, "You...why did you do this?"

Sui Ling looked up at the starry sky, "Because you are Si Qi."

Si Qi raised his head in disbelief, his eyes were slightly red, soft and obedient.

For no other reason than because of him.

Si Qi admits that he is greedy for this warmth, but deep down in his heart, he feels that this warmth does not belong to him.

He has nothing.

And she is a high-ranking blood princess.

He is her food and will be abandoned by her sooner or later.

As if he had made up his mind, Si Qi unbuttoned his shirt and wrapped the bandages around him, revealing his dazzlingly white neck, pinching the hem of his clothes nervously, feeling a little ashamed.

"You drink, I am willing."

Sui Ling heard the voice, looked away from the star curtain, and tilted her head.

Si Qi's clothes were disheveled, his skin exposed to the air was very white, and it seemed that he could faintly see the blood vessels under the skin.

His face was flushed red from embarrassment, making him even more attractive.

Sui Ling suddenly felt very hungry.

This is the instinct of the blood race.

"Are you sure?" Sui Ling suppressed that desire, frowned, her eyes were as calm as ever.

"En." Si Qi nodded slightly.

Even if he will be abandoned one day, at least for now, he is loved, and that is enough.

Sui Ling glanced at him, waved her hand, and appeared in her own room in an instant.

The feeling of weightlessness made Si Qi reach out and grab Sui Ling's clothes, before he could react, he fell into the soft coffin.

Sui Ling half supported him and leaned over.

The blood race didn't breathe, but Si Qi still felt a gust of air-conditioning on the side of his neck.

The cold lips pressed against the slender neck, and Si Qi clearly felt her sharp teeth gliding across the skin, causing a shiver.

The place touched by her swept through the whole body like an electric current, and Si Qi felt that there was something strange about him.

The fangs pierced the skin, and Si Qi frowned uncontrollably.

The feeling of blood loss made his eyes dizzy and his face pale.

The pain was not strong, but the weird numbness was still uncomfortable.

Sui Ling saw that he was suffering, and retreated unsatisfied.

Gently licking the bleeding wound, the blood stopped instantly.

Fresh blood tastes better than frozen.

Although Sui Ling wanted to continue biting, she wasn't that crazy after all.

She supported Si Qi and let him relax.

Even though Si Qi felt uncomfortable, he was still obedient, his deer-like pupils glowed, and his soft crimson lips curled up.

Sad yet so happy?
She sucked some blood and sucked her brain out?

Sui Ling put her hands on his eyes, "Go to bed first, I will take you to the human world tomorrow."

Si Qi's hand was still tightly grasping her clothes, and Sui Ling comforted him to let go, "I'm going to arrange some things, I won't leave."

Si Qi bit his lip and nodded, "Okay."

Sui Ling took the match and carefully lit the candles in every corner of the room. The candlelight dispelled the darkness, and the hot candle flame warmed the heart.

Sui Ling opened the window to ventilate, and released Wo Xi, "Keep an eye on him, do you hear me?"

Wo Xi sat on the window sill, nodding softly on the surface, looking very solemn.

Sui Ling still wanted to give some instructions to the blood race going to the human world, so she looked back at Si Qi and waved away.

(End of this chapter)