Chapter 1250 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (128)

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Bai Weiwei nodded and watched him speedily exit.

Then she immediately said, “Quick, buy some oil or something to set me on fire.”

It was a race against the clock.

The system reminded her, “Vampires are flammable, you can just hold a candle for a bit and immediately start burning. You don’t need any gasoline.”

Bai Weiwei immediately rushed to the table and snatched up the candlestick on the table.

She grabbed her hair and tried to set it on fire.

Hair was the most flammable.

But the candle flame barely touched her hair before a pale and strong finger tightly gripped the back of her hand.

The light on the candlestick almost burned her hair, but Bai Weiwei couldn’t move.

The voice of the prince behind her was indifferent and cold, “Weiwei, what are you doing?”

Bai Weiwei stiffly turned her head.

Sure enough, she saw Arthur’s gloomy face, his eyes harboring a writhing storm.

He fiercely questioned, “Were you going to set yourself on fire?”

Bai Weiwei: “Actually, I just thought that this candlestick was very beautiful. I wanted to pick it up and take a look.”

This excuse was stupidly willful.

Arthur didn’t go crazy and just held back for a long time. Then he slowly uncurled his fingers and confiscated the candlestick.

“This thing is dangerous, so don’t touch it in the future.”

His voice softened, but his eyes were still terrifyingly dark.

Then he let the servants come in and remove all the candlesticks.

Most of the candlesticks used by vampires were to decorate the castle.

Electric-powered lights existed, so it doesn’t matter if the candlesticks were gone.

Then he shut the door and personally watched as he fed her blood.

His expression was terrifyingly cold, and although his movements were gentle, there was a firmness that could not be rejected.

Bai Weiwei felt that the degree of his blackening seemed to be growing again.

Arthur coaxed in a gentle tone, “I ordered a larger coffin. If you’re tired, you can sleep with me.”

When Bai Weiwei heard the word ‘coffin,’ she resisted. “I’ll just sleep in the bed.”

“Sometimes you have to sleep longer, a coffin is more stable.”

Arthur looked up at her, his voice soft and dark.

“I know that after forcing you to change your identity, you will not be able to accept it. I know it all.”

Bai Weiwei struggled hard, trying to make him normal again, “It’s okay, I’ll accept it.”

Arthur looked at her coldly, and then he couldn’t help but let out a mocking smile.

“It’s true that it will be difficult for you to accept this identity at first, so you would be a little depressed and do something irrational like self-immolation. You will accept it after we sleep together for a few years.”

Coffins have special magic powers.

After forcing her to sleep for a few years, she would slowly be brainwashed into accepting her identity as Blood Kin.

In the past, some humans could not accept their Blood Kin identity and committed suicide due to depression.

So Arthur was not surprised at all that Bai Weiwei would commit an act of self-immolation.

After all, how much she hated Blood Kin, he knew very well.

He had been guarding her for a long time, and quickly returned as soon as he walked out the door.

Then he saw with my own his own eyes that her expression was indifferent. Her fingers didn’t even shake as she planned to set herself on fire.

Arthur’s emotions sank, sinking into hell.

He took out the injection, a medicine from the rebel army.

The rebel army had the advantage of dealing with Blood Kin for a long time, so it had researched many drugs to fight Blood Kin.

Anesthetics were used to bring them down.

Otherwise, human beings would not be able to last so long under the attack of the Blood Kin.

Once the peace treaty was negotiated, he also received a share of the rebel army’s drugs.

Bai Weiwei’s expression changed when she saw the injection in his hand.