Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Dark night.

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky.

Silent night, with a slightly cool temperature.

The air was filled with the fragrance of roses.

Occasionally a few bats flew through the air with their black wings flapping.

far away.

The ancient castle was hidden in the thin mist, looming.

Deeply ancient.

It's a dark purple color.

When Feng Qian first arrived at the small plane, what he saw was such a picture.

There was a dull pain in the hand.

The girl looked down.

A pair of cold silver shackles were worn on the white wrists.

Reflects a little moonlight.

Very cold.

Feng Qian couldn't help but stunned and looked around.

She is now among a group of Western girls.

Everyone, including herself, was wearing a suspender tulle skirt.

The shoulders were exposed to the air, a little cold.

Everyone lined up in an orderly line.

Feng Qian looked at it, and there were roughly dozens of people.

The girls bowed their heads.

Follow your own path obediently.

There was only very light footsteps in the air, and beyond that, there was a dead silence.

Now, without knowing what the situation is, Feng Qian did not receive the memory first.

Just follow the line forward.

However, the shackles on the wrists are really heavy.

The original owner's skin was fair and tender.

At this moment, the wrist bone has already appeared a red.

Feng Qian looked down and looked at it, and didn't care anymore.

The queue keeps moving forward.

It is also getting closer and closer to the distant castle.

On both sides of the road, a layer of light purple mist floats close to the ground.

At the same time, it is also full of beautiful roses.

The air is full of such a strong fragrance of roses.

gone for a long time.

Finally got close to the castle.

Feng Qian stood in the middle of the queue, unable to see the scene in front of him.

Just listen to-

click.

The door of the castle slowly opened.

The queue also started to move.

After everyone entered the castle, the door was also closed.

The girls bow their heads and stand.

line up.

Feng Qian glanced at the people on both sides, blinked her beautiful eyes, and lowered her head obediently, looking at the clean and beautiful floor on the ground.

Soon.

Footsteps came.

Followed by, there is a faint rose fragrance.

Feng Qian sniffed lightly.

A look of confusion flashed across her beautiful eyes.

It seems that from the moment I first arrived in this world, I have been surrounded by this fragrance of roses.

Just when Feng Qian was thinking, the person over there said, "Set up a room for the sacrificed blood servant first."

Someone replied: "As you order, my lord."

The one who was called an adult hummed softly and left unhurriedly.

Feng Qian cautiously glanced up.

Only saw a shadow.

It is the back of a man.

The other party has beautiful silver hair and walks very gracefully.

Feng Qian glanced at it and lowered his head.

The voice of the person in front was indifferent: "You all keep up."

then……

The team moved on.

There are 31 people in total.

Two people share a room, and one person is single.

And because Feng Qian was the only one with black hair and black eyes among the 31 people, of course he was assigned a separate room.

A beautiful woman led Feng Qian into the room.

The room is not big or small, but it is very well furnished.

The woman told Feng Qian the rules.

a whole lot.

However, the point of emphasis is indeed - don't try to escape, and don't approach the North Hall.

Feng Qian is still in a somewhat unclear situation, but he can only nod his head obediently and agree first.

The woman glanced at Feng Qian and untied the shackles on the girl's hands.

The warning: "When you reach the blood clan, don't try to escape. The price of escape is not something you can afford."

The woman's voice was indifferent.