The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 132 The Crimson Moon Oath (30)

The sky is bright and the ceremony is over, and Sui Ling can be regarded as taking the queen's position completely worthy of the name.

But there was no blue screen popping up in front of him to remind him that the task was completed, 1087 jumped out and reminded meanly: [The task will not be considered complete unless you sit in this position until you die. ]
Sui Ling: "..." She refused.

However, the daily life of the blood clan is not eating, sleeping, or going to banquets, which is relatively peaceful.

There are not many things that really belong to the queen of the blood clan. Sui Ling lay lazily on the table, writing a word or two from time to time, very slowly.

Most of the time, they complain about 1087 with a blank face.

"You are squeezing, why do counterattacks still have to deal with these things?"

"It's just insane."

"I'm tired, I don't want to do it anymore."

[…] things can be done when there is time to complain about it.

Sui Ling looked at the things reported to her in front of her, sat up impatiently, and kicked the wooden table piled with ancient books.

Do you understand that she is the queen?
Very busy.

Report something big!
Why don't you chat with her about the housework?
Really sick!

Sui Ling was tired of looking at it, and wanted to kick the wooden table again, but thought that the table would have to be redone after it collapsed, and the queen's things would need to be screened layer by layer, and it would be inevitable to show her over and over again.

Reading is equal to trouble!

trouble!

trouble!

Sui Ling muttered silently, and finally withdrew her feet with a cold face, nestled on the chair in frustration, and poked the gems on the chair as if venting.

The queen is trouble.

I'm so annoying.

The door was knocked, Sui Ling took a deep breath, got up and sat down, her voice was cold, "Who?"

"Your steward Ai Qionglan, my dear Majesty the Queen."

"Come in."

Holding a snow-white candle, Ai Qionglan bowed to Sui Ling, and an elegant gentleman cleaned the wax tears on the candle holder.

After finishing all this, he slightly bent his lips, and said in a gentle tone: "Earl Ariele has mixed forces, and it may be a little troublesome to deal with..."

"Give me the list of blood clans related to him, and I'll go and see him."

Sui Ling gave her indifferent and distant orders, and conveniently pushed the matter in front of her to Ai Qionglan, without any sense of guilt, she gave up.

Ai Qionglan: "..." He shouldn't have come.

"I obey, Your Majesty the Queen." Ai Qionglan was dissatisfied, but she couldn't say anything. She put her hands on her chest, smiled gracefully, and bowed to say goodbye.

The cold and damp underground prison exudes a faint musty smell, and the intertwined thorns and vines are stained with water vapor, and the common roses in the castle are not seen.

The dim candlelight kept flickering and jumping, reflecting inexplicably strangely on the crystal clear water droplets.

From time to time, there will be a few squeaking rats in the corner. It carefully avoids the thorns, and flees in a panic when it hears the rattle of keys.

Sui Ling put her hands in her pockets, her light golden long hair was casually coiled behind her head, but it was still luxurious, and she stepped on the rotten and moldy ground with a lax and lazy pace, without making a sound.

There was someone holding a candle in front of him, leading Sui Ling to the front in a serious and elegant manner.

"Your Majesty, here we are."

The prison guards opened the door for Sui Ling, lit the candles in the cell by the way, then retreated respectfully and said to Sui Ling.

"Yeah." Sui Ling nodded casually, calm in her blood-colored eyes, and she slowly stepped into the cell.

Delicate shoes stepped on the black and wet ground, a little out of place.

Ariel's limbs were restrained, because he was fed drugs, his abilities were sealed, his whole body was weak, and he knelt on the ground limply.

The blood prince, who used to be elegant and noble in the past, now had dirty clothes and disheveled short flaxen hair. When he heard the sound, his eyes were on the trouser legs embroidered with golden rose dark patterns.

"Tsk."

A cold voice sounded from the top of his head, and Arielle raised his head with difficulty, meeting a pair of cold blood eyes.

Those eyes were beautiful, deep and noble, but without any emotion, they were indifferent and calm. When looking down at him from above, it somehow made people think that she was just looking at an ant.

Ariel hated this kind of look, he became a little crazy and ferocious, and the iron chains that restrained him kept ringing.

"You don't deserve to sit in this position. If there is no queen, how can a blind man achieve this position?"

Sui Ling was not angry when she heard this, she turned her head and glanced at the attendant who followed her, and the latter moved the bench very cooperatively.

When she sat on the chair, she spoke slowly, without any fluctuations in her tone, "Then you deserve it?"

It's all up to my parents to sit in this position.

How can you engage in discrimination?
Didn't you also rely on your father to become the prince.

I have been reincarnated well, why is it unworthy to have a queen mother?
Ariel didn't expect Sui Ling to answer this way, he choked up and looked gloomy.

"Kill me, your time of death is coming soon,"

He has a backhand.

"Who told you that I'm going to kill you?"

Even if she wanted to, 1087, that little trash who only cried, made trouble and hanged himself, would keep screaming, annoying.

Besides, I have to bring the dog back, Da Baa.

"You won't kill me? Then what do you want to do?"

"This is not what you should think about. You should think about how to live next."

Sui Ling's voice was cool and cool, and she slowly took out a photo from her pocket, and handed it to Ai Ruile casually.

"This person... surely Prince Ariel knows him?"

On the photo is Luo Keda, the great elder of the Blood Hunting Alliance.

Seeing the photo, Ariel obviously became flustered, but soon he calmed down, stared at Sui Ling, and said coldly: "Of course I know, the Great Elder of the Blood Hunting Alliance."

"You also know that you are from the Blood Hunting Alliance."

Sui Ling lightly tapped her lips and lowered her eyes, "Then do you think if I release the news that you and him have teamed up to frame the blood race, will you still be saved?"

Arielle's expression suddenly turned pale, he struggled and stared at Suiling closely, "How much do you know?!"

"I know what I should know, and I know what I shouldn't...Of course I know."

She investigated Luo Keda for Si Qi, but she did not expect to find such a thing.

Save yourself the hassle!

"I'm framing you, not the vampire." When he was about to die, Ariel had nothing to excuse, but he still expressed his utter loyalty.

"I'm not a vampire? Is there any difference?"

I'm still the blood queen!

Frame me is to frame the vampire, do you understand?
Ariel: "..."

Seeing that Sui Ling was about to leave, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth sullenly, his smile was sinister and terrifying, without any trace of elegance.

"The news has reached the patriarch of the wolf clan. You will soon become the target of public criticism. If you want to secure this position, it depends on whether you have the ability."

Looking back at Sui Ling indifferently, he fell powerlessly on the ground, the ghastly and cruel cold aura belonging to the blood clan was exposed without any concealment, and the thorny vines hovering above his head shrank back in fright.

The guard standing behind Sui Ling couldn't breathe from the pressure of his blood, and kept trembling.

As expected of the male protagonist, he can still pretend to be scary at this level.

Sui Ling put her hands in her pockets indifferently, watching Ariel's last resistance coldly, without saying a word.

The dark red blood flowed in the eyes, like a fine ruby, shimmering and noble, with an elegant smile of the blood race.

It wasn't until Arielle felt exhausted that Sui Ling slowly released a trace of blood suppression.

The oppressive feeling of the purebred royal blood spread in the cell, and Arielle twisted in pain suddenly, and in a blur, the girl's clear and calm voice rang in his ears.

"By killing yourself in this way, to slander me?"

"What a pity, you failed again."

(End of this chapter)