Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Although Ron’s mouth was a request, the strength in his hands and the danger in his eyes all indicated what he meant--

You can only agree, not to refuse.

Su Tang, "..."

She kind of wanted to throw out the blood that was holding her hand without authorization.

But there are so many soldiers and people from the Holy See, is it not so good to stage a scene of an innocent girl suddenly transforming into a blood clan?

Su Tang thought about this issue very seriously.

Just as she was about to stare at the murderous gaze of the girl who had spoken before, and friendlyly rejected the kinship in front of her and withdrew her hand, the kinship in front of her seemed to be under extreme pressure, and her body suddenly knelt on Su Tang .

The whole person presents a "five-body throwing" posture, with joints creaking.

The expression on his face was no longer as relaxed and comfortable as it was just now, his skin became paler under the shining of the wall lamp, and his forehead was cold with sweat.

Except Ron, the other two generations and three generations are in poor condition.

Although he didn't lie in the middle like Ron, but his complexion was not pretty.

That is the coercion belonging to the first generation of blood.

The coercion of the first generation generally does not affect them, the second and third generations.

Unless he deliberately targeted.

Contrary to the blood clan, all the humans in the hall did not feel the pressure.

The people of the Holy See and the soldiers frowned.

The girls in a group looked blankly at the kinsmen who suddenly looked ugly, and chatted in doubt.

"What's wrong with them? Why does it seem to be painful?"

"I do not know……"

At this moment, the kinsmen who had previously spoken to Ron noticed that the little bat that had been standing on the girl's shoulder was gone.

He almost subconsciously turned his head and looked at the door.

A slender figure stood there quietly for unknown time.

Bingyin's long hair slipped from behind the person like a waterfall, and the pure blood-colored pupils showed the supreme and noble identity of the coming person.

The pale to almost transparent skin is lined with the beautiful facial features of the man, quiet and beautiful like a medieval oil painting.

The man's long body was wrapped in the uniform, and the collar button was tied to the top. The abstinence was noble, and people couldn't help feeling that a little extra thought was blasphemy to the man in front of him.

"His Royal Highness..."

Ron barely raised his eyes to see the person standing at the door clearly, and the four words were squeezed out of his throat with great effort.

The kinsmen in the hall looked at each other, shocked.

It was actually Simmons, the most powerful prince of the blood family in so many years...

The hearts of the blood races are complicated.

I don’t know how this prince broke the seal...

Why do you want to appear when choosing a blood servant...

Is it really for that girl?

The kinsmen cast their gazes at the dazed little girl in front of Ron and muttered in their hearts.

The blood prince who had been sleeping for a hundred years didn't care about any blood, but walked to Su Tang's side with an indifferent expression. His white fingers held the girl's soft little hand and slowly lowered his head.

A soft kiss covered the place Ron had just kissed.

The voice was cold.

"I wonder if this beautiful lady is willing to be my blood servant?"

Su Tang, "..."

She rubbed her eyes.

She wondered if she had read it wrong just now.

Otherwise, why did she see the noble and indifferent Kindred Majesty... quietly lifted her leg and kicked Ron, and then kicked him aside?

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