Chapter 1135: The Vampire Prince's Blood Slave (13)
Bai Weiwei had the feeling that there was something wrong with this ‘little white flower’ character setting.
Maybe she should set up a ‘tyrant flower’ character setting.
When she was pressed down to the point of eating dirt, her body finally gave out, and she fainted.
When she woke up again, she faintly heard someone talking.
“Is this that blood slave? I heard Prince Arthur refused the Holy Blood Conference just to catch her and bring her back.”
“Doesn’t look like anything special. Is the taste of her blood extraordinary?”
“The blood that the prince likes must be more delicious, I bet.”
“A blood slave who runs away must receive punishment.”
“Once she wakes up, if His Highness the prince doesn’t protect her, he’ll start punishing her, right? Heh heh.”
It was the sound of a group of women talking, buzzing like thousands of flies.
Bai Weiwei was annoyed. She had a capture mission and needed to deal with the pervert, and she was also suffering from excessive blood loss.
Could she not get some good sleep?
She had a very low tolerance for those who weren’t the capture target.
Bai Weiwei’s eyes snapped open, and she saw that she was lying on a huge bed.
She was surrounded by translucent gauze curtains. She weakly pulled it open and saw a bunch of women wearing Rococo-style dresses1, giggling and chatting.
The hell was this?
The system answered, “Your maids.”
Bai Weiwei: “F*ck, I even have things like maids?”
System: “You’re the prince’s blood slave, so you’ll have human aristocratic women to be your maids and attend to you.”
Bai Weiwei: “They’re not here with good intentions2.”
This group of women didn’t look like they were here to serve her. More like they were here to trip her up.
Her pale, lovely face peeked out from behind the gauze curtain.
The group of women looked over and instantly fell into a daze.
It was because Bai Weiwei was too cute and fair. Her eyes also had a very unusual, round, cat eye shape.
For a time, none of those women spoke.
Bai Weiwei frowned. “Who… are you all?”
As soon as she spoke, the women curtsied in unison.
Then, in a somewhat careless attitude, “Miss, we are here to serve you.”
Bai Weiwei watched them vigilantly, fingers tightly gripping the curtain, looking tense.
The maids became even more disdainful.
One of the maids stepped forward. “Because you ran away, before His Highness the prince forgives you, you must accept punishment.”
Bai Weiwei sneered. “Why should I be punished? What kind of thing is a blood slave? I don’t acknowledge it. This is imprisonment, kidnapping, and abuse. According to the law, all of you will be imprisoned and sentenced.”
When these words left her lips, the women present fell silent.
Then, they burst into peals of laughter.
“To think there are still humans who can say this kind of thing. How ridiculous. As the noble His Highness the prince’s blood slave, you should feel proud.”
“To become a blood slave is such a glorious thing. Your parents will be proud of you.”
“Sure enough, unable to tell good from bad. Maybe there’s a problem with the brain? Still, punishment should be given.”
Bai Weiwei’s expression hardened, her face stretched taut. She asked doubtfully, “Aren’t you all human? How can you be willing to be oppressed by vampires and call it an honor?”
Even more disgraceful words.
This world was under the control of the vampires.
One of the maids could no longer bear it. She rushed up and pulled the feeble Bai Weiwei out of bed.
She stood high above, glaring coldly down at Bai Weiwei while waving her fan.
“What is going on in your brain? How could the noble Blood Kin be insulted by lowly human beings like us?”
1: Man, I had a class on art history that talked about Rococo, but I don’t remember any of it LOL I wanna say 1700s? European? (French??) Anyways, think opulence, extravagance, frills and ruffles, etc.↩
2: 来者不善: He who comes is surely ill-intentioned.↩