Ruan Mianmian, feeling helpless, said, "But Earl-level vampires, as far as I know, are especially powerful."
Earldom is also considered one of the standards to measure a vampire’s strength.
"So what? If he’s really coming for me, do you think I’ll be safe just by not participating in the show?" Qianxun said.
Ruan Mianmian: You’re making too much sense; I can’t even argue.
Meanwhile, in a hotel room.
A grey-haired man in a tailcoat, his right hand over his heart, bowed respectfully to Carlos and said, "Lord Earl, if you desire that girl, I could capture her for you. Why bother to participate in the competition personally?"
Although [I’m a Model] is very popular internationally, for Lord Earl, joining such a competition is tantamount to lowering his own status.
His noble and unparalleled master, how could he stoop to play such games with humans?
Hearing his servant’s words, Carlos gently swirled the wine glass in his hand, the crimson blood making a slight turn before he gulped it down.
After drinking the cup of fresh blood, Carlos felt his stomach far more comfortable.
Although vampires are not unable to eat food, to them, food is tasteless wax and holds no benefits.
Then, he set his wine glass aside and said to his butler, "Ivan, you don’t understand. Do you know when human blood tastes the most delicious?"
After a moment of silence, Butler Ivan replied, "When they are at their happiest."
"No, it’s when they are emotionally moved. Especially women, at the climax of their wholehearted love for someone, when spirit and flesh unite, their blood is the tastiest! And Su Qianxun, she’s a rarity among women; her blood is a delicacy among rarities! It’s worth taking some time to win such a woman’s heart." Carlos explained.
If it was her appearance that caught his attention on television at first, after encountering her, he had only one thought!
That was to possess this woman, to have her become his utterly devoted Blood Slave!
The rich fragrance exuding from her alone was enough to let him know how delicious and enticing the blood flowing beneath her delicate skin must be!
After hearing Carlos’s words, Butler Ivan finally understood, "That’s why!" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel⸺fire.net
He then picked up the bottle of red wine and poured another glass for Earl Carlos.
Carlos, however, at that moment lifted his glass and said with narrowed eyes, "Well, time is the least of my concerns; putting in some effort for a hunting game to pass the time sounds good."
This endless immortal life has been too boring for him.
If he couldn’t find something fun to do, he might as well sleep in a coffin in an ancient castle.
He was looking forward to the moment when Su Qianxun would kneel at his feet, voluntarily lower her collar and expose her pale, vulnerable neck.
However, what Carlos didn’t know at this time was that the prey he thought he was hunting was waiting to turn the tables on him at any moment.
So this game was destined to slap him hard a few times, telling him that even if he was a vampire, one with exceptional appearance and stature, there would still be those who wouldn’t play by his rules.
Even if he used the vampires’ unique powers of persuasion on Qianxun.