Chapter 493: Two Vampires have No Blood to Drink III

Chapter 493: Two Vampires have No Blood to Drink III

Of course, even if she comes, she won’t feel any better for the time being. She must think of a way to not only prevent them from absorbing blood, but also ingest more food and restore her physical strength.

The old castle was silent. A few modern vampires can stay in the sun for a short period of time, but when conditions permit, they are still accustomed to nocturnal activities.

When night fell, there was gradually a voice.

The door of the room where Wen Ying was located was pushed open, and she struggled to open her eyelids to vaguely see the figures of two. Then the person in a maid’s dress walked to the head of her bed, holding a blood collection device in her hand, neatly and expertly cut open her wrist, allowing blood to flow into the vessel.

Such behavior is tantamount to adding insult to injury. Wen Ying only felt that her temperature was constantly losing. In another minute, her whole body would probably become stiff and become a motionless corpse.

“No......”

She murmured weakly, but she knew in her heart that she still have to wait a bit longer before the time comes.

Probably knowing that she was on the verge of death, the maid, under the control of another person, only took a small amount and immediately sent the blood to the dining hall. Even for vampire brothers, they rarely touch the dirty skin of humans with their noble blood teeth, so most of the time they use tools to extract blood.

The door was closed again, but not long after this time, hasty footsteps rang out in the corridor.

It wasn’t until he approached Wen Ying’s bed that she could finally see him clearly.

His golden brown hair and unique handsome face, only slightly pale, are different from the traditional impression of a vampire’s exuberant temperament. His intoxicating gray-blue eyes sparkle with strange light, and his smile flashes away on his lips. She doesn’t know if it’s because he hasn’t grown up yet, and it lacks the decadent and ancient flavor of vampires. Probably like the Ollie’s race, there is a classification of infancy and growth, even though he is at least a hundred years old.

Just don’t know which one this is?

Osmond, or Oswald? There is almost no difference between them, including their personality, which is difficult to distinguish.

The sweet smell of human blood made him lick his lips.

“I can’t eat such filthy food.” His smile was dizzying, but he complained.

The butler handed him a wet handkerchief, and he personally wiped her bloody wrist. The slow and methodical movements seemed very gentle, but when Wen Ying looked, she could still see the disgust in the other person’s eyes. The reason for doing it in person seemed to be just following personal dining etiquette.

The sharp teeth pierced her skin, which was different from the feeling of a needle. The blood flowed, and the tingling sensation spread from the wound with a slight tingling.

But in the next second, he suddenly pulled out his bloody teeth.