Chapter 1197: The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (75)

Chapter 1197: The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (75)

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Arthur’s change in feelings were so obvious.
Only the emotionally constipated couldn’t see what his feelings for his blood slave were.
Arthur was extremely important to the Blood Kin empire.
Possessing a power level that could pierce the heavens, the primordial ancestor’s pure-blood descendant, the darling of the gods.
He was the Blood Kin most likely to take over the leadership of the thirteen elders.
Moore himself was in staunch support of Arthur.
Therefore, he would eliminate any obstacles standing in the way of Arthur’s succession.
–Including the ridiculous possibility of Arthur falling for a human girl.
He would eliminate her too.
So Moore said to Bai Weiwei in a rare show of compassion, “I won’t torture you anymore. Originally, I wanted to suck your blood dry, but seeing that you haven’t harmed Arthur and you also admire him, I’ll let you die faster.”
There were many kinds of death penalties. He would choose a relatively painless one to reward her.
With that, Moore stood up coldly and left.
“Bai Weiwei is a spy of the rebel army. In consideration of the fact that she has not caused any loss to Blood Kin, her sentence will be light, and her capital punishment will be carried out using the gentlest method.”
The scribe behind him immediately recorded his words.
It was only after seeing him go that Bai Weiwei strenuously picked herself up and leaned tiredly against the wall.
“I’m exhausted.”
System: “You have a fever.”
That was the problem of washing with cold water.
Bai Weiwei touched her forehead. She really did have a fever.
System: “You’ll be executed tomorrow. Want to spend life value in advance for your escape?”
Bai Weiwei: “What’s that chuuni doing?”
System: “Having insomnia. In his annoyance, he had people go look for a beautiful maiden for him to drink blood.”
Bai Weiwei: “I’m not dead yet and he’s looking for a replacement. This scumbag.”
System: “Run away first?”
The capture target’s favorability was too low; it wasn’t certain that he would come to save her.
Bai Weiwei pondered for a moment, then closed her eyes, answering softly, “Wait ba. Tomorrow is the turning point. If he doesn’t come, I’ll think of another way then.”
She was used to hovering on the border between life and death, so she very calmly accepted this kind of thing.
If you want to earn life, you have to risk your life and work hard.
—
The Blood Kin’s execution time was at night.
She was dragged to the execution stage.
One Blood Kin stood next to her, holding a longsword.
Bai Weiwei’s hands were tied with ropes. Her face was faintly flushed red as she looked around in fatigue.
Moore sat in the front seat, flanked by several guards and officials who accompanied him.
“The longsword will cut off your head cleanly. You won’t feel any pain.”
Moore languidly waved a hand. “Criminal Bai Weiwei conspired with the rebel army to murder the prince. The crime is unforgivable, worthy of execution.”
The Blood Kin behind her unsheathed his longsword.
The sword glinted coldly, reflecting the moonlight.
Just as Bai Weiwei was about to tell the system to buy escape items–
The blade fell swiftly, quickly reaching her neck. A stand of long hair snapped, blowing across her shoulder.
Before she could escape, the sword stopped.
It stopped at her neck, half a centimeter away.
She looked up.
She saw the astonishment on the faces of Moore and all the officials.
Just as she turned her head, a beautiful, pale hand covered her eyes, and her body was pulled into someone’s arms.
It was a domineering and cold embrace, yet full of a sense of security.
His voice was low and strained, tinged with hints of annoyed vulnerability.
“I’m hungry.”
Bai Weiwei stiffened, as though she didn’t dare to believe who the person behind her was.
The man pressed a kiss to her neck, but he didn’t hurt her.
His long hair fell across her shoulders, like gorgeous streams of light.
“Without you, I can’t sleep.”
It was clearly a cold voice, but it was soft like a child who couldn’t find his way home.
【Ding! Male lead’s favorability: 65.】