Chapter 1141 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (19)

Bai Weiwei didn’t have any feelings regarding the system’s despair.

She only felt that this vampire had lived for such a long time, but he still had such a pure nature.

It was seriously a problem.

Pure. That’s right–this was how she saw Arthur.

She found that this man was surprisingly obsessed with clean things, obsessed to the point of abnormal.

At first, she was just trying to see if her character settings were right.

So her character settings were a bit overdone. Most normal people didn’t act like this.

But he actually ate up this kind of persona.

D*mn, this fellow’s many years of living had all gone been fed to the dogs.

This kind of chuuni hadn’t gone extinct yet?

She opened her eyes and found herself lying in a coffin.

An icy coffin, lined with gorgeous, red velvet cushions, with winding rose vines forming a decorative outline.

All of this made Bai Weiwei unsure of where to put her arms and legs.

Then, she found that all her wounds from being beaten up and even her sprained ankle had headled.

This coffin seemed to have a healing effect on humans.

Bai Weiwei reached up and used a lot of effort to push open the black coffin lid.

She climbed out of the coffin.

It was still daytime.

But in the towering castle, all the heavy curtains were pulled shut.

According to the data, although the vampires of this plane weren’t afraid of the sun, silver crosses, or garlic, and they even breathed in order to take in scents from the air and more easily capture their prey, they were still nocturnal and didn’t like sunlight.

Then, she saw–next to the small black coffin, there was unexpectedly a huge white coffin.

It was a typical Western-style wooden coffin.

In the dark room, the white coffin body was like a white skeleton, shining with an uncomfortable luster.

And on the surface of the coffin were engravings of snakes and bats.

Before when she was fleeing and observing Arthur’s character settings, she hadn’t paid any attention to the surroundings.

Now, she saw the towering stone windows, the huge empty room, and the coffins placed on blood-red carpet.

It really had the qualities of a vampire world.

But in the data, she’d read that humans could already run around in cars and airplanes.

Meanwhile, vampires rode magical creatures as mounts.

Good grief, what a hodgepodge world.

Bai Weiwei looked at the white coffin and carefully walked on the red carpet, barefoot.

The coffin was still. It seemed the Blood Kin inside was already asleep.

She let out a breath.

In the silence of the room, this low puff of breath was extremely clear.

The man in the coffin abruptly snapped open his eyes, a deep red appearing in the depths of his pupils.

This color was extremely abnormal.

Years of starvation had caused him to frequently fall into a terrible predatory state.

He used deep sleep to counteract this hunter’s instinct.

He hadn’t slept for three days already.

Yesterday, it was because he was punishing the blood slave who had run away.

But today, it was because he was woken up.

Bai Weiwei still hadn’t realized she had woken him up.

She bit her lips and stared at the door, not knowing what to do.

She couldn’t push open this heavy and gorgeous door.

What kind of weird door was this heavy?

She reached out, trying to push, then trying to pull.

She tried until her hands were numb, but the door didn’t move an inch.

Suddenly, she felt a chill down her back, feeling someone’s gaze.

She didn’t even hear the sound of the coffin opening when a pale hand suddenly fell on her shoulder.