Chapter 33 Can you be my owner12

In the vampire clan, the place where the king lives is a forbidden place, and foreigners are not allowed to enter without permission.

Butler Hillman stood quietly outside the castle. After seeing movement in the sky, he opened the passage to allow outsiders to enter smoothly.

The bishop sat outside the carriage, folded his hands and saluted Hillman: "Meet Prince Hillman."

There are only a few princes in the vampire clan, but the one here today is the most powerful one. Even if he is just a housekeeper now, the bishop must pay enough attention to him.

"Oh." Hillman's attitude was cold, "Just get off here. If your carriage goes in and damages the rose, His Highness will be unhappy."

These people in the temple were sanctimonious all day long, and he didn't like the bright aura about them, so couldn't he find something for them to do?

The bishop responded with a good temper: "Then listen to the prince. Your Highness Heather, get out of the car." After saying that, he turned around and raised his head to lift the curtain of the carriage.

The other bishops who followed seemed to have no temper. Each of them held a box in his hand, which was a gift for the King of Blood.

Of course, Heatherlin was reluctant, but under the bishop's sharp eyes, she could only put away her little temper, hold up her skirt and get out of the car.

I don't know if Hillman's expectation had any effect. After the owner of the castle returned, those roses did bloom more beautifully.

Densely blooming roses wrap around the castle, like a sea of ​​flowers, fragrant and attracting colorful butterflies to dance on it.

Heather looked at it greedily and wanted to reach out to pick a rose, but was frightened by Hillman's words just now, so she could only retract her hand bitterly.

The gate of the castle slowly opened, and what came into view was the high throne. From the first look, people couldn't take their eyes away.

The young-looking King of the Vampires sat quietly on the throne. His skin was pale and beautiful, and his clothes were buttoned to the top, almost covering his Adam's apple.

His long silver hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, but it didn't look feminine at all. Instead, it made him more elegant and mysterious.

He really doesn't look like a vampire at all, but more like a god.

Heatherlin thought blankly.

The bishop patted her arm quietly, saw that she had come to her senses, and then pulled her to salute: "Greetings to His Highness Serrano."

This powerful King of the Vampire Clan has existed since the birth of the Vampire Clan, but their popes have been replaced from generation to generation. Let alone them, even if their pope comes, he must respectfully call out "Serrano"

Your Highness".

Alex obviously had no interest in them. He rested his chin on his hand in boredom and did not ask them to get up.

The atmosphere became a little solid for a moment.

"Hey, are you here already? Why didn't you call me?"

Zhuchu was wearing a simple black dress, with her hair disheveled, standing on the stairs and sticking her head out.

She caught up on her sleep in the afternoon. If the system hadn't woken her up in time, she didn't know how long these people would have been waiting here.

She has finally seen through it. Alex is only gentle in front of her, but in front of others, he is cold and cold.

The frozen atmosphere was broken. Alex quickly sat up straight and raised his hand to tell the people below to get up.

Hillman received Wang's look, dragged out a few stools from somewhere, and asked the people from the temple to sit down.

After the bishop sat down, he raised his head and glanced at Zhu Chu, suddenly having some considerations in his mind.

Pretty boys are really handsome with high ponytails!
Chapter completed!