Chapter 1245 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (124)

It was the tenth day of Bai Weiwei’s slumber, and the start of the capture mission’s countdown.

Just one more week, and she would be struck to death by lightning…

No, vampires didn’t fear lightning.

So, the system suggested a conservative and completely non-inhuman method of suicide.

Burning to death.

It was so simple… if she could move.

Bai Weiwei and the system floated in the air, observing the young girl’s body lying on the bed, and the clothed… no, the naked beast1 lying beside that girl.

On the first day of her slumber, Arthur fed her blood, but to no avail.

The second day, he carried her into a pool of blood, attempting to stimulate her into awakening through a large volume of blood.

But he failed.

On the third day, he madly sprinkled her body with the Water of Life, but the Water of Life was useless to vampires and failed to wake her.

On the fourth day, he opened a Blood Banquet, which lasted for three days.

Bai Weiwei commented, “A degeneracy of morality2. Since ancient times, it has been man who is fickle. I’ve only slept for four days, and he’s f*cking going off to cheat.”

In the end, Arthur finally chose a beautiful young man.

A young man?

Bai Weiwei and the system’s eyes opened wide. They ogled the clean-looking youth with tender skin who followed respectfully behind Arthur.

Bai Weiwei shivered. “So it wasn’t cheating, but coming out.”

Arthur walked over to her side, motioning for the youth to follow.

The system clicked its tongue. “Beastly, beastly, is this going to be three people sleeping together?”

To hell with three people.

Of the three, two were vampires–how could there be three people?

But what happened was: Arthur picked up a knife, cut open the boy’s wrist, and fed Bai Weiwei his blood.

The blood was ingested, but she still didn’t wake up.

The expression in Arthur’s eyes instantly sank. He tightly grasped Bai Weiwei’s wrist.

“Why don’t you wake up? I’ve found the human with the most delicious blood. You should have woken up to eat.”

Newborn Blood Kin had a great need for blood.

With so much of such alluring blood, she shouldn’t remain asleep.

On the seventh day, Arthur sat in a daze next to Bai Weiwei.

He sat there, like a fool.

He sat there for two days.

He didn’t dare to touch her or to speak.

Even his face lacked any expression.

But in those blood-red eyes brewed fragility, weariness, pain–a myriad of negative, sorrowful emotions.

In the end, he lowered his head, taking in great gasps of air. “Do you blame me? Do you blame me for turning you into a Blood Kin without your consent? Are you unwilling to wake up so you don’t have to see me?”

He had tried every method.

But she still did not awaken.

There was another possibility for a Blood Kin to fall into eternal slumber–when that Blood Kin voluntarily chose to sleep.

He didn’t dare to imagine what to do if she had voluntarily gone to sleep–

–Because Blood Kin who chose to fall into eternal slumber could never be awoken.

On the ninth day, Arthur finally moved.

Then, he returned with an unkempt man.

Bai Weiwei felt he was familiar, but she couldn’t remember who he was.

System: “Your little brother.”

Bai Weiwei suddenly realized–this was the Little Brother Bai who she’d tricked into being thrown into jail.

Little Bai cried bitterly, “Sis, wake up, I promise to correct myself in the future and to become a good person. They want to throw me into the snake pit and feed me to the snakes. I won’t ever gamble again, I will repent for the rest of my life.”

Little Bai’s sobbing and wailing turned into his apologies for past deeds.

How he shouldn’t have robbed her food when they were children, causing her to be so hungry that her chest never grew.

How he shouldn’t have stolen her scholarship, causing her to be unable to afford underwear and forcing her to wear one pair for two years.

How he had sold her to a hooligan, only to fail when something happened to that hooligan.

How blah blah blah–all sorts of bad things.

1: 禽兽: a metaphor for despicable, inhuman people.↩

2: 人心不古: fig. public morality is not what it used to be; people’s characters are not as loyal and simple as in ancient times.↩