Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Lambert, a pale vampire at the back, cast his gaze at the two vampires. The thin lower half of his face was wrapped in a raised collar, and his silver-white hair was scattered on his eyebrows. Half of his face was exposed. Cold and coquettish.

Rusfan must have some intention, he never does anything in vain.

The vampire Louis sitting on the throne pondered for a while, and no one could figure out his thoughts.

At this moment, Louis suddenly showed a strange and unpredictable smile, his scarlet eyes swept around, and finally landed on Lester's face.

"Then leave it to Lester."

Finally, he narrowed his eyes and added: "Don't let me down."

Lester pinched his fingers to make himself look calm.

He knelt down on one knee and clasped his hands tightly on his chest: "I obey."

A proud smile appeared on Rusfan's face.

When Lester flew to the quiet house, Jiaoyang was eating fruit boredly inside. She was not satisfied with the current environment, but she couldn't be said to be dissatisfied.

In fact, Louis would send different female vampires over to serve her food and daily life, and a batch would be changed every once in a while. As if to prevent her from confusing anyone.

Jiaoyang was shocked when an unusually handsome vampire suddenly fell down from where she saw the window.

The vampire in front of me has a graceful and tall figure, dark brown hair tied into a low ponytail, and passionate peach blossom eyes that are enchanting and bright red. The color is magnificent, pale and beautiful. His face is clearly expressionless, but there is a bewitching look on his face. The charm of the human heart.

Jiaoyang blinked and got up from the sofa, surprised by his appearance.

Lester looked at her coldly, almost suffocating with heartache, and hypnotized himself countless times to forget everything before.

"His Royal Highness the Ghost King ordered me to take you to the palace." He deliberately lowered his voice and spoke to her in a low and hoarse voice.

After saying that, Lester threw a mask to her to block that overly ostentatious face, turned around, and walked forward without looking back. He didn't dare to look at her, and he didn't dare to ask her how she was doing now. Or bad. His steps were extremely heavy, and every step seemed to be digging deeply into the ground.

Lester is now extremely lucky that he has never shown his true identity in front of her before, always as "Self", and she has never known his real name.

"Oh, oh" Jiaoyang responded in response, put on the mask, put down the fruit in her hand, and jogged a few steps to follow.

She looked around with a wary expression, and then grabbed Lester's hand, as if this could bring her peace of mind.

Lester frowned slightly and peeked at her several times, but couldn't help but ask: "You just followed me so confidently and didn't even say a word to the servants. Aren't you afraid that I was lying to you?"

Is this kind of security awareness too weak? He had clearly taught her what he had taught her before when he was in the palace, but it had only been so long now that he had forgotten all about it.

"Then what can I do."

The little girl took his arm, bent her eyes, and said confidently: "Anyway, I can feel that you are very strong, stronger than everyone in this room combined. Since it is useless to resist, of course you can only follow. You go."

"..." Lester turned back and looked at her silently.