Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 1184 The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (62)

Lewis immediately ducked into the back door, vanishing into the crowd.

Bai Weiwei was too slow–before she could take two steps, miserable screams rang out behind her.

The door was blasted open, and countless icy and ruthless red wind blades sliced through all the humans’ bodies.

Blood shot out, splattering everywhere.

Broken bodies paved the flowery path of blood.

Bai Weiwei took a step back from the back door, her face pale. She desperately backed away, trying to escape.

But before she could take a step–

A huge force struck her, slamming her under the cross.

She curled up on the ground in pain.

The cold moonlight cast its light through the door.

Bai Weiwei lifted her head and saw an elongated, dark shadow slither in, enshrouding her.

She tremblingly retreated until her back hit the enormous cross. Only then did she realize she had no way out.

Step by step, the man walked along the path of blood.

With his back to the moonlight, he resembled a death god. Strands of long silver hair reflected shattered light.

On his indifferent, stoic face, only his blood pupils were as cold as an byss, full of rancorous fury.

Bai Weiwei feebly raised her head, her lips trembling. “Arthur…”

Arthur looked down. He removed her mask and glimpsed the fear on her face.

He smiled.

His voice was low and merciless.

“My little darling, your detestable bandit is here to catch you. I should…”

His fingers softly caressed her face. “Break all four of your limbs, then trap you in bed and make you completely my possession1.”

Bai Weiwei’s complexion was white. She could see that this chuuni capture target was telling the truth.

She weakly2 asked the system, “Is this a joke?”

The system sighed. “I told you so many times that bats are his eyes and ears. He heard everything you said.”

Bai Weiwei: “…”

This performance was too high3. Completely ignoring the system’s words, it was her crime.

This really was a thing to celebrate—she might be leaving the plane early.

There was absolutely no excuse she could use to escape.

She’d spoken with too much righteousness just now. On top of her usual excessive resistance, Bai Weiwei realized that she’d personally swept away her back road.

A sudden pattering of footsteps came from behind Arthur.

Red wind blades appeared once more.

The church was filled with corpses and blood.

And the only survivor was Bai Weiwei.

Those red blades of light were the attacks of the Blood Kin who had come as support.

“There are no rebels here, the remaining insects have escaped. Quickly give chase.”

His blood pupils were fixed on Bai Weiwei’s body, his face extremely contorted.

The supporting Blood Kin immediately saluted and withdrew.

Then all the Blood Kin pursued the remaining humans.

Bai Weiwei lay curled up at Arthur’s feet.

She was weak and cold, her body covered in blood splatters.

Arthur’s furious strike rendered her completely unable to move, and her throat burned when she tried to speak.

“Arthur, I…”

Arthur bent down, the corners of his mouth hooking up. He said indifferently, “I know you hate vampires. It’s okay, I understand.”

Bai Weiwei: “…”

She didn’t understand, she felt like this capture target was a bit… terrifying.

And sure enough, the next second, her clothes were torn to shreds.

Arthur’s rage finally exploded. Fangs protruded from his lips as he pinched her neck.

“Hating me, leaving me, and still wanting to join the rebel army to resist me.”

Bai Weiwei showed an expression of pain, but she was powerless to stop him.

Arthur dipped his head and fiercely bit into her neck. Copious amounts of sweet blood rushed into his body.

Bai Weiwei trembled.

She was about to be sucked dry. But when she was getting disoriented–

Arthur suddenly released her.

Bai Weiwei looked at him through her blackened vision and found that he was taking off his pants.

This deranged act was simply insane.

Bai Weiwei pushed out in rejection, coughing out, “Let me go…”

Arthur broke out into a cruel, bloody grin. “Be good, I’ll let you know what’s truly called being my possession4.”

Then he clasped her fingers–

And instantly plunged into her body.

In the icy moonlight stood the ruined cathedral.

Under the cross, the smell of blood was like a rose in bloom.

Bai Weiwei pressed down a pained moan. She finally knew how she’d die in this plane.

F*ck!

She was going to be f*cked to death in this plane!

1: 禁脔: more specifically, exclusive property.↩

2: 玩脱: Fujian dialect. Can mean exhaustion from playing (e.g., games) too much, or it can mean that the result is too far off from the expected.↩

3: 太嗨了: high as in like a drug-induced high, a state of euphoria or happiness.↩

4: The status of (being an?) exclusive property.↩