Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Ning Qiumai knocked on the door.

There was no echo in the room.

"It's me." She didn't open the door immediately and walked in, but explained her purpose.

There was still no movement in the room.

Ning Qiumai glanced at the housekeeper, who immediately understood, took out the spare key and opened the door to the room.

The usually delicate eldest lady of the Vampire Tribe was now lying on her back among several paintings, her snow-white skirt stained with paint, which made the housekeeper sigh.

The eldest lady always makes a mess of her clothes, making them difficult to wash.

Ning Qiumai was not surprised at all by the scene in front of him. He very calmly pulled the person up from the ground and stabilized his upper body.

The index finger of his left hand lightly scratched his right wrist, and the bleeding mouth opened. The bright red liquid quickly poured out, and fell accurately into Xia An's mouth under Ning Qiumai's movements.

As soon as the vampire tasted the blood, a little color suddenly returned to his face, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he smacked his lips with unfinished content.

"Well, Mai Mai, what are you doing again... It's so sweet." She hummed softly and turned over in Ning Qiumai's arms.

"Miss, please don't ruin yourself like this again." Ning Qiumai sneered through her nose, and the cut on her right wrist closed quietly without leaving a trace, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

It seemed that his body had not fully recovered because he had not drank blood for too long. Xia An's head hit Ning Qiu Mai's shoulder twice and he said vaguely: "I know... you can't stop inspiration once it comes..." "

The two people who entered the room later saw that the eldest lady was indeed obsessed with art again. They couldn't help but look at each other, and each saw in the other's eyes, "Sure enough, it will be like this!"

It seems that only Ning Qiu Mai can cure her bad problem so far.

Since Xia An directly relied on Ning Qiumai and refused to leave, the latter had no choice but to pick up her not-heavy body and place her on the soft bed.

Vampires are generally not very strong in appearance. They are born with strong strength, and their seemingly slender and light limbs can crush a stone with just a little force.

Relying on this unique advantage, they have never paid much attention to body exercise.

Her body almost sank into the fluffy duvet, wrapped in warmth and comfortable touch. Xia An stretched contentedly, and then opened her eyes.

The eldest lady woke up.

The eldest lady smelled the refreshing sweet fragrance.

The eldest lady suddenly felt an appetite: "Have a slice of medium rare steak."

The housekeeper can finally leave with peace of mind. This is the normal state of a young lady.

The young vampire sat up from the bed, and the whole bed seemed to be shaken twice.

She came closer, her nose touched the exposed left side of Ning Qiumai's neck, and said, "Your place smells particularly good, I like it."

Ning Qiumai's blood can be used as an emergency for any vampire suffering from blood dependence, and it is a particularly sweet treat when taken alone.

The smell of blood clings to the skin. When Xia An takes the initiative to sniff it, he will smell a very intoxicating aroma.

I really can’t get enough of it. Xia An thought this, and involuntarily showed his vampire fangs and rubbed them against the tender skin.

Of course, she was very restrained and did not immediately bite the skin and enjoy the delicious food unscrupulously.

Ning Qiumai couldn't help but take a breath of cold air due to the numbness and itch on her neck, and her expression became dazed for a moment.

She closed her eyes and tried to calm down.

"My blood tastes good, but I'm sorry, the eldest lady can't drink anymore today." Ning Qiumai reached out and pulled, and moved the head of the vampire eldest lady back from her shoulders.

Xia An hummed and put it on again, but Ning Qiumai nudged her and refused: "Why, Mai Mai, you smell really good."

"Don't forget about blood dependence." Ning Qiumai adjusted his collar and covered the part of the neck skin that had been exposed due to pulling. "A long, long time ago, Emperor Ligula died of this disease."
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In the 648th year of the Cangli calendar, Lili Liumang Palace.

"Quick! Is there any replacement plasma left?"

"Grandma Fu saved several bags of blood before, but they are all used up?!"

"Yes, there is, but it may not be enough -"

"Is Grandma Fu back?"

"On the way, but we were stopped at the Xinxi Lai gate. We will arrive later than the scheduled date!"

...When Fu Cangzhao finally got through all the troubles and arrived at Ligula's room, he found that the vampire emperor, who had been busy for hundreds of years, was already dying. She is too tired and has to deal with a lot of government affairs every day to ensure that Lily's six rays of immortality will not conflict with humans.

Overwork and blood dependence caused the disease to break out completely, requiring a large amount of blood to be recovered.

Although several large bags of blood that Fu Cangzhao had left in the palace had been used previously, that was not enough for a vampire who was thirsty for blood.

"Ligula! Hold on!" Fu Cangzhao shook Ligula's weak body, and the latter barely opened his eyes and smiled sadly.

The blood demon's skin color was already pale, and the long-term lack of blood intake made her as white as a piece of copy paper.

"I'm too tired, let me sleep a little longer." Ligula said weakly, "Lily Liumang is on the right track, and it's time for me to abdicate."

Fu Cangzhao hurriedly shouted: "No! You still have at least a thousand years to live! There's no need for this!"

She suddenly pulled open her collar, revealing the crimson rose mark on the right side of her neck, not noticing that she had just broken her voice.

As long as, as long as...

As long as Ligula drinks her blood, she will recover quickly, right?

With this thought in mind, she held Ligula's head and leaned it against her neck.

It was always like this in the past. As long as Ligula came close to her and smelled the sweet fragrance of her skin that only vampires could smell, she would bite it without hesitation and suck the blood greedily.

It won't take long for vampires suffering from blood dependence to regain their vitality.

Ligula did not open her mouth and bite it as usual.

If you really bite it, I'm afraid you can't help but suck the person dry...

Fu Cangzhao was her best friend. Even if he had incredible self-healing ability and could recover immediately if his blood was sucked out, she would not let him go.

With this thought in mind, she reluctantly moved.

His head rested on a shoulder with a familiar smell, and he seemed to have fallen asleep, as peacefully as a baby.

Fu Cangzhao's breathing was stagnant.

The sunlight continued to shine into her usual office room, and as soon as the vampire's body came into contact with it, it began to disintegrate rapidly.

Although evolution allowed them to successfully overcome the damage caused by the sun, after the death of a vampire, the photophobia factors hidden in the body became active again, causing their bodies to disintegrate in the sun.

"No, no -" Seeing her friend's body disappearing quickly, Fu Cangzhao's first reaction was to find a shady place, but when she looked around, she found that there was no large enough shadow anywhere in the room. For them to hide.

At that moment, the immortal man felt a rare panic: "Ligulla, tell me, Ligulla, have you already decided how to die..."

The dead black eyes suddenly filled with water.

Suddenly, a memory that had long been thrown into a corner came to mind.

A long time ago, Ligula told her that she liked the sun.

He also told her personally that if he died one day, he would put his body in the sun.

"It burned to ashes very quickly. How about it? Isn't it very environmentally friendly?" The proud heir to the blood clan said with a lingering voice.

Although she looked playful and smiling, Fu Cangzhao always felt that it took a lot of courage for her to make a decision.

"Obviously you don't have to... you don't have to force yourself..." Ligula, the eternal emperor who went down in history, was no longer in her arms, and only a pile of black ashes flying everywhere was left.

Fu Cangzhao felt a little difficult to breathe. She sobbed slightly. There was no one else in the room now, only herself and Ligula who turned to ashes could catch the subtle whimpering.

The red and swollen eyes were already filled with tears, but they were still holding on and refused to fall down.

Ah...ahhhh...ahhhhhhhh...

……

It wasn't until the sun set in the west and darkness occupied most of the office that Fu Cangzhao suddenly came back to his senses.

She... she stood up unsteadily... her knees were stiff from kneeling on the ground for a long time...

She... she lost... her best friend...

I’m so tired, and I still have to prepare for the final exam.