I'm turning into a goblin soon

Chapter 409 Kiss, Your Highness the Vampire Prince 49
This night, many blood races came to Fansimon Castle.

Duchess Feite came relatively late, and when she arrived, most of the guests present had already arrived.

Those blood clansmen were obviously very surprised to see the duchess dressed up in such a costume.

Several people who used to have a good relationship with her even took the initiative to chat: "Good evening, Cecilia, you are so beautiful tonight."

The Duchess laughed, and gently lifted the hem of the skirt and turned around in a circle: "Really?"

"of course it's true."

The Duchess was obviously very happy, she said softly: "It's good to be beautiful."

After exchanging a few words with familiar people, the Duchess looked towards the center of the banquet.

There stood the man she loved the most in her life, and the woman she was most jealous of in her life.

With a bright smile on her face, she walked over there.

Both Zhong Qing and Angelell noticed the arrival of the Duchess at the first time.

The Duchess obviously had a very clear goal, and she went straight to the two masters of Fansimont Castle.

No salute.

She stood up straight like that, and called out a name: "Good evening, Angelelle."

The vampires around who didn't walk away all took a low breath.

Everyone knew that Prince Fanximeng's full name was Angelil Fanximeng, but among the entire blood clan, the only one who had the right to call out this name was probably His Royal Highness the Princess.

Is Duchess Fett crazy?

The Duchess is certainly not crazy.

No, or should I say, she had gone mad long ago.

A very satisfied smile appeared on her face. This name had been repeated countless times in her heart, but it was the first time she really uttered it.

Angela's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Duchess Feite, can you call this name?"

Zhong Qing frowned.

She frowned not because of the intimate address of the duchess, but because of the other party's overall state.

It just looks so wrong.

This made her feel a very bad premonition.

The Duchess didn't pay any attention to Angela's accusation.

She lowered her head and saw that her left cuff seemed to have a little wrinkle, she was obviously very dissatisfied.

She smoothed out the wrinkles slowly, then raised her head.

When she looked up this time, a weird smile appeared on her face.

"Didn't His Royal Highness suspect that I was involved in the plan to resurrect the ancestor?" She said softly.

Resurrection ancestor?

The blood race present were all shocked when they thought of this sentence in their ears.

All eyes were on the Duchess.

She seemed to feel very good about the attention of the public. She raised her head and looked at Angela.

Angelell's face was not very good, he said slowly: "Since you dare to say it in front of me, your plan has succeeded?"

The Duchess laughed loudly, with a hint of madness in her smile: "Yes, that's right, Your Royal Highness, are you very surprised?"

The next moment, Angelil appeared beside her, grabbing the vital parts of her neck with both hands.

His eyes were full of killing intent, obviously he didn't intend to hold back.

An unexpected situation happened at this moment.

Just when Angelell's right hand was about to touch the Duchess's neck, a strange black fog suddenly erupted from his body, forcing Angelell back.

"what--"

The blood race around who hadn't had time to retreat was touched by the black mist, and suddenly screamed, and their bodies quickly shriveled under the horrified eyes of the rest of the blood race.

death.

(End of this chapter)