LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

That woman is nothing but a despicable thief.

Not yet a noble vampire.

Maybe he appeared in his Fit Castle on purpose to attract the attention of His Highness the Prince.

How could His Highness fall in love with her?

When she thought of these things, she seemed to have forgotten them.

It was obvious that she was going to hold a banquet herself, and she deliberately leaked the news about the Ring of Cain in order to attract Prince Fanximen.

If she had not done this, no matter how powerful that woman was, she would not be able to see Prince Fanximen, let alone be taken away by His Highness.

There will also be no news about today's marriage.

It was obviously the cause she planted herself.

But there is a kind of people in this world, no matter what happens, no matter what the consequences are, they will never reflect on themselves, but will shirk the responsibility immediately.

Duchess Fit is such a person.

The man looked at the crazy duchess, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes, but a look of indignation on his face:

I also feel that that woman is not worthy of His Royal Highness.

He looked at the Duchess with eyes obsessed with him: Only a woman of your noble status, beauty, passion, and understanding of taste is qualified to stand beside His Highness the Prince...

Duchess Fit's expression slowly became dazed, and then she laughed.

You are right, only I, only I... am qualified to be by His Highness's side. That despicable woman...

The man's voice was like a cold snake message: She deserves to die.

Duchess Fit sneered: She deserves to die.

The man was good at tempting: His Royal Highness also doesn't know the taste.

There was a hint of resentment in Duchess Fit's expression: Yes, His Royal Highness is ignorant of taste...

The reason why he can reject you without hesitation is because he is a noble prince, the most noble being in the vampire clan. If he becomes something else...

The Duchess's expression lit up: If he is not the most noble man in the blood clan...

You can do whatever you want...

The man looked at the Duchess who was completely trapped in his own web, and sneered: So Duchess, are you willing to cooperate with us and work hard for the resurrection of the great ancestor?

Duchess Fit was stunned for a moment: The ancestor is resurrected?

She was a little confused. Seeing this, the man quickly added: The ancestor has been resurrected, and Prince Fanximen... is nothing.

Duchess Fit showed a dreamy smile together: Okay, happy cooperation...

…

No one knows that this dark force has begun to look for targets one after another.

Zhong Qing once tried to ask the system if he could directly find out the vampires who wanted to resurrect Cain and solve the problem from the root.

The system's answer was quite helpless: If I can solve all these problems, I won't need you as the host to do the task.

Love: ...

She was speechless.

She told Angelil about this vague worry, and the other person just sighed lowly and hugged her into his arms.

Don't worry, Angelise, I will do my best to prevent this from happening.

If there's no way to stop this, then it's fate.

Fate's...arrangement?

Zhongqing closed her eyes, buried her face in Angelil's arms, and stopped talking.