Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (20)

Taken aback, Bai Weiwei quickly spun around, placing her back against the door.

She looked up and saw that it was Arthur.

His face was aloof, without a single expression, and his pupils were like lifeless glass beads. His long, silver hair was not tied, and a hazy, gray light floated behind him.

Arthur slightly lifted his jaw, seeming to be observing her.

Then she saw sharp fangs protrude from his blood-red lips. His fingernails suddenly grew longer, piercing into her shoulder.

Bai Weiwei didn’t have any chance to escape before she fell into his arms.

His bloody fangs ruthlessly bit into her neck.

Blood instantly filled his mouth.

This saccharine taste of blood was undoubtedly the world’s most delicious food.

Bai Weiwei hissed, a hair-raising pleasure and pain blooming simultaneously.

She began to struggle desperately, but this kind of refusal only drew even more merciless treatment.

His nails scratched open the flesh on her arms.

Then he fiercely pressed her to the door. Her soft body was like a delectable dessert. The hunter itched to swallow her up into his stomach.

Bai Weiwei then realized that something was wrong and peered into his eyes.

There were no emotions, no fluctuations. Only an unfamiliar beastialness.

“Tongzi, what’s wrong with this thing?”

System: “He’s starving. He can’t even recognize his relatives1 and only has predatory instincts.”

Once a vampire succumbed to his hunger, they would become an emotionless hunter, unable to recognize others and completely losing all sanity.

So now, him eating up Bai Weiwei was totally possible.

Bai Weiwei gritted her teeth. Damn, why were vampires such a pain.

They couldn’t just be a chuuni, they had to be an amnesiac and eat people too.

“How do we get him to stop?”

System: “Let him shoot, then he’ll wake up.”

When vampires were in heat, they would forget their appetite.

So as long as his estrus was completed, his reason would return.

Bai Weiwei: “…”

The system immediately explained attentively, “Actually, I still have a few patches bought on wholesale. No need to spend money, just use them.”

Bai Weiwei: “Scram.”

She was miserably pitted by the substitute patches.

As soon as she finished speaking, her arms limply dropped down.

Arthur’s sharp nails had torn into her muscles.

Although the system went ahead and used a pain-relief ointment for her, and there was no pain, the sound of flowing blood still made her tremble instinctively.

She knew that she would die if things continued like this, and her survival instincts made her beg to be saved.

She stretched out her powerless fingers and grabbed his blood-stained hair.

“Let me go…”

Her voice was thin and weak.

Beautiful silver hair twisted in the gaps between her fingers.

But with her strength, she couldn’t pull out a single strand of his hair.

The Blood Kin were so powerful that even their hair was stronger than humans.

Bai Weiwei despaired. She couldn’t even pull out one hair. For the first time, she found that in the face of a vampire, she was just scum with a power level of 52.

Suddenly, her restless hand was gently grasped by a slender, pale hand.

Standing before the vampire who had lost all his reason, the food in his eyes was cute and soft, warm and delicious.

The man without any expression suddenly became gentle, but his eyes hadn’t lost their irrational and chaotic twistedness.

He slowly pressed her bloodied hands to his icy, thin lips and stuck out his tongue, licking suggestively.

In the dim and empty room, a faint stream of light fell upon a strange coffin.

1: 六亲不认: not recognizing one’s family; usually an idiom meaning to be self-centered and not making compromises for your relatives, but in this case, it’s more literal.↩

2: Dragonball reference. I definitely footnoted this somewhere in a previous arc, but basically, saying someone having a power level of 5 is saying they’re weak sauce.↩