The banquet hall was inexplicably quiet. The people who came to the prince's banquet were all vampires from the LEVELB aristocratic class of the blood race. Both their status and abilities were stronger than ordinary vampires. They carried a kind of coercion without speaking.
Those dozens or hundreds of pairs of eyes focused on Jiang Tingting's body, glowing with a red light, dangerous and penetrating, making people feel uncomfortable.
Lian Zhiyan didn't say anything. He slightly raised the corners of his lips and looked sideways at the girl beside him. There was a trace of playfulness and careless badness hidden in his eyes.
He really wanted to see Jiang Tingting's indifferent little face showing other expressions besides crying, such as helplessness, panic, fear...
But none of them.
That girl's expression was always cold and cold. Even when she cried, she cried with a straight face, as if nothing could disturb her mood...
The same goes for when you say you like him.
Tsk...it's a facial paralysis, right?
Lian Zhiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and Jiang Tingting turned sideways to meet his eyes.
The eyes are beautiful, but not vivid at all.
Lian Zhiyan raised his eyebrows and smiled.
At this time, a man wearing a dark blue tuxedo stepped forward, nodded slightly, bent down to show respect to Lian Zhiyan, and then said.
"Wang, the beautiful lady next to you seems a bit unfamiliar. I wonder if Wang can introduce this lady to everyone."
Lian Zhiyan still hugged Jiang Tingting's slender waist. Hearing these words, he showed a hint of evil, lowered his head and leaned slightly close to Jiang Tingting's ear, half smiling but not smiling.
"How should I introduce you, huh?"
The young man's voice was pleasant, but the ending sound was slowly elongated. I wonder if it was intentional.
Jiang Tingting said casually, "How do you want to introduce it?" She saw the greasy chicken legs and desserts on the table over there...
Lian Zhiyan narrowed his eyes dangerously when he saw that she was absent-minded and somewhat perfunctory.
Hold Jiang and listen to the hands on her waist exerting slight force.
"Huh?"
"I am your bride."
Jiang Tingting glanced at Lian Zhiyan and spoke seriously.
The displeasure in Lian Zhiyan's eyes faded a lot. He looked at the nobles below, his tone was casual and somewhat irresistible.
"She is my bride and will accompany me for a long time."
When the vampires heard this, they looked surprised, and the quiet banquet hall was instantly in an uproar.
Among them, a group of wealthy ladies gathered there, holding feather fans covering half of their faces and whispering.
"Didn't the lady from the Duke's family say that the prince likes her..."
"Pfft, if the prince likes her, how can he have a bride? I think she is just wishful thinking."
"When An Rousheng comes over and sees this scene, will she be angry or cry to death?"
"I wonder, what is the identity of the king's bride?" The duke in a tuxedo looked at Jiang Tingting with a dangerous look, as if he was looking at some goods.
"Prince Andre, take care of your eyes." Lian Zhiyan narrowed his eyes lazily, a cold light flashed, and a strong sense of oppression overflowed.
The man known as Duke Andre immediately averted his eyes and lowered his eyes slightly.
"King, you are the prince of the blood clan after all. Your bride still needs to be recognized by the blood clan..."
"Oh? What Duke Ander means is that you will marry my king's bride instead of me."
"???"
When Duke Andre and the nobles present heard this, their expressions were obviously stunned: