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Dammit, how could it be like this? He clearly no longer had that strong desire for blood, so why did he have that kind of crazed desire now?

Lance looked at Qing'er's face and felt extreme pain.

He could feel his canine teeth slowly growing out.

Was he going to be like Nell? Was the thirst for blood in his body awakened again?

Damn it, get out of here, little one, get out of here.

Lance closed his eyes and puked in his heart, but when he closed his eyes, Qing Er's blood vessels were clearly imprinted in his head. Not only her face, but every blood vessel in his body was clearly imprinted in his mind.

Why did this happen? He knew that as long as he left this room now, he would be able to suppress it. However, he stubbornly chose to stay.

For more than two hundred years, he had never sucked human blood since birth. He had been suppressing the frenzied bloodlust in his body with his own control.

He diligently conducted all kinds of experiments, trying all kinds of neutralizing methods.

He thought he had succeeded, at least for the past hundred years.

But tonight, why was his thoughts so strong and crazy?

"Lance, you slept so late."

Qing'er, who was sleeping, rubbed her eyes and looked at Lance innocently.

She didn't know that Lance was in the middle of a god-like fight, so she sat up instead.

Lance's eyes turned dark red, and he could clearly hear the sound of the little creature's blood flowing.

He could clearly see the great carotid artery. As long as he could bite down, he would be satisfied.

"Are you still awake?"

Qing'er asked again when she saw Lance still standing there.

"Scram …"

Lance clenched his hands into fists.

"Ah, your teeth are so long?"

Qing'er was stunned, and then she saw Lance's canine teeth.

She stood up curiously. She had seen Aunt Nell before and wanted to touch her, but she wouldn't.

Now Lance looked longer than Nell, and she wanted to touch him.

"Let's go …"

Lance roared, he could no longer control his body.

Qing, on the other hand, stood up from the bed. Under her nightgown, her blood vessels flowed through her body like a crisscrossing river.

Standing on the bed, she was still not as tall as Lance. She stood on her tiptoes and extended her hand to touch his fangs.

"Go away."

Lance looked at the tender white hands that reached over and tried to avoid it, but because of what he said, his sharp teeth pierced into Qing Er's hand.

"Pain …"

Qing'er said softly, but Lance grabbed her hand.

"Don't be so fierce, I just want to touch it."

Qing'er thought that Lance was helping her and pouted.

Lance's heart skipped a beat. The blood on his tongue suddenly felt bitter. Why did he lose control? Why was he so crazy?

Letting go of Qing Er's hand, Lance seemed to wake up, and retracted his sharp canine teeth.

"Go to sleep."

Lance picked up Qing Er and put her on the inside of the bed. At this moment, the previous mania suddenly disappeared and he calmed down.

"Your hand doesn't hurt anymore, can you not be angry?"

Qing'er thought that Lance was angry again, and wrapped her arms around his neck, as if she was afraid he would run away.

"I'm not angry. Sleep, is your hand still hurting?"

Lance sighed in his heart. How could he compare himself with a three-year-old child?

Why not treat him like his own daughter, as Nell said.

He slowly straightened his body and lay down beside Qing Er.

He also did not know what on earth he was angry about. Every time he saw this little thing, his heart felt like it was on fire.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Lance, don't be angry, okay?" I won't touch it next time. "

"I'm not angry. Go to sleep, I'll take you out to play tomorrow."

Lance looked at the small, aggrieved face and felt that he had gone too far.

A three-year-old child, but he was real.

"Really?"

Qing'er said happily.

"Well, where do you want to go?"

"I'm going to Children's Park."

Qing'er excitedly sat up, turned sideways, and lied beside Lance.

"Alright, I'll take you to Children's Park tomorrow."

Lance sighed in his heart. He only hoped that the sunlight would be weaker tomorrow. Although he was in better condition than Ni'er, he would also be very weak after being exposed to the sunlight for a long time.

That night, Qing'er had a beautiful dream, a beautiful dream of a prince, and she was a beautiful princess.

The next day, when the sun had just risen, Qing'er got up.

The prince was going to take her out to play, and he was happy and looking forward to it.

After breakfast, Lance looked out at the sun and couldn't help smiling bitterly.

Before he left, Lance was fully armed. His clothes were UV proof, he even wore sunglasses and gloves. He was almost fully armed.

"Lance, aren't you hot wearing this?"

Qing'er curiously looked at Lance. Would he not be able to tell by taking pictures like this?

"No, I have a cold, it's better to cover it with my hands."

Lance tried speaking in a calm tone.

"Ah, then we can go another day."

Qing'er looked at Lance and said in a sensible tone.

"It's okay, get in the car."

Lance opened the car door and said.

When they arrived at the children's park, Lance was really afraid of getting off the car. The sun was bright outside, but the children inside were happy. Listening to their screams and laughter, Qing'er couldn't hold it in anymore.

The sun was shining down on him, making a sound as if it was going to pass through his clothes.

Lance looked around and bent down to pick up an UV protection umbrella.

That made him feel better.

Lance, who was following behind Qing'er, only watched the whole time. However, while riding on the roller coaster, Qing'er pulled on Lance's arm and begged.

"Will you sit with Qing Er?"

Seeing the pair of eager eyes, Lance finally stopped struggling and put away the umbrella. He then took Qing Er's hand and got on the roller coaster.

Screams, high-speed flywheels, these were not exciting for Lance. He could clearly feel everyone's heartbeat, and he could even hear the sound of their blood speeding up.

He couldn't help but clench Qing Er's hand tightly, while the hat on his head suddenly flew away.

Lance's face slightly changed. The sunlight was shining on his head, and he could feel the fire spreading to his body from head to toe.

He wanted to stop, but the time had not come and the machine would not stop.

When the flywheel stopped spinning, Lance could already feel the pain in his body.

He couldn't take it anymore. He had to open up the umbrella. If the light shone on him, an hour would be enough to take his life.

"Qing'er, let's go take a rest. I'm so tired."

Lance had to drag Qing'er into the room to avoid the light.

He wanted to tell Qing'er that he couldn't bask in the sun, but when he saw her sweaty and rosy face, he didn't say anything. He only picked up his handkerchief and silently wiped her sweat.

When Ni`er arrived at the children's park, Lance's face was as white as a sheet of tin paper, but Qing'er didn't notice it at all.

"Lance, are you tired of living or are you stupid? Why are you so reluctant?"

Ni`er brought Lance and Qing'er back to the castle, both worried and stern.

"I'm fine. I'm fine."

When Lance sat down, Qing'er finally noticed Lance's face.

"Lance, what's wrong with you? Your face is so white, so icy. "

Qing'er caressed Lance's face worriedly.

"Qing Er, we, the Bloody Clan, are not allowed to bask in the sun. The sun is so bright today, how can you let Lance take you out for fun?"

Nicole seemed to have forgotten that Qing Er was only a three-year-old child, as she reprimanded her.

"I'm fine, Nell. Why are you here?"

Lance frowned, this was his own problem, it had nothing to do with Qing Er.

"Wa, I'm sorry, I didn't know you couldn't bask in the sun. Wa, wa …" "I'm not a good kid …"

Qing'er heard Nell's accusation, looked at Lance's pale face, and suddenly cried out loud.

"It's fine, Qing Er. Don't listen to Nell. I'm fine. Come, let's go read."

Seeing Qing'er crying so bitterly, Lance held him up and said.

Sorry, I was wrong. I won't go out and play again, wuu …

Qing'er apologized as she cried, rubbing her eyes with her hand.

"Qing Er, I'm sorry …" "I …"

When Nell saw how sad Qing'er was crying, she realized that she had said too much and apologized as well.

"Sorry, Auntie Niall, I want mother …" "I want my mother …"

Qing'er cried, feeling wronged.

"Qing Er, it's alright, I'm fine. Nir, stop scaring Qing Er. Am I not fine now?"

Lance didn't coax the child, and the two of them looked at Qing Er at a loss.

In the end, Nir helplessly brought Qing'er back to Lan Yufeng.

Lan Yufeng, good advice, vicious advice. It took almost an hour for her to hear no crying.

After putting Qing'er, who was tired from crying and sleeping, on the bed, Lan Yufeng puzzledly asked Nicole.

"Darling, what's wrong with Qing Er? Look at her eyes, they're swollen from crying."

"Feng, sorry. It was my fault today."

Nell lowered her head in apology and told her everything that had happened.

"Ni`er, she is only a three year old child. You are truly reaching your limit by doing this."

After the incident in the children's park, Ying'er stayed in London for a few days before returning.

It was unknown what this little thing was thinking. Ever since that day, she no longer bothered to go to the castle.

It was as if everything was back on track.

Qing'er became a member of the cast again, and together with her mother, she no longer talked about princes or Joseph.

He had been reading all day with the laptop in his arms, and he was so obedient that it made people's hearts ache.

In the blink of an eye, another year passed.

Not only did Wan arrive at the Oscars, but she also had a global concert tour.

Because the backroom sign was Lan Yufeng, he decided to stay in the United Kingdom after the first round of the concert.

"Little Angel, are you still blaming Auntie?"

It's been a while since we've seen each other, Nell joked.

"I'm not that stingy. I'm just very happy that I'll be able to see dad very soon."

Qing'er looked up at the sky. Maybe one day, her father would fly over here with her brother to pick her up.

"Qing'er, actually it's very easy to see your father. You just need to find Lan Yufeng, your Uncle Blue Eyes."

"Can you? Can Uncle Blue Eyes take me to Dad? "

"No, no, I can find your father to find you."

Lan Yufeng looked up as she heard Qing'er's words.

"That's fine too, Qing Er wants to see dad, she wants to see brother."

Qing'er was so excited that she was dancing with joy.

"Qing'Er, don't be anxious. Wait for Uncle to line up a bit."

Lan Yufeng looked at the increasingly beautiful Qing'er and made a plan in her heart.

It had been five years, and it was time for the two of them to meet. Although Wan'er had calculated that it would take exactly five years to get to China, he might still be able to get Yi to England early.

Even if it wasn't for the sake of the couple, it was for the sake of their goddaughter.