Quick Walkthrough Strategy: Bing Jiao BOSS Begs To Let Go

Ke Ze took a cup of red liquid and poured it slowly into his mouth.

Drew used his talents today, plus he hasn't eaten for a long time. Now he is indeed a bit hungry. Watching Ke Ze slowly enjoy his dinner, his throat is itchy unconsciously.

There are so few blood slaves in Ke Ze, all of them must be the best, right?

He licked his lips, sat down opposite Ke Ze unceremoniously, picked up a cup of liquid that Ke Ze hadn't moved, and poured it into his mouth.

Ke Ze didn't expect that as a nobleman, his face could be so big, he took advantage of it for a while, and it was too late when he wanted to take the wine glass back.

Drew glanced at him triumphantly, swallowing the liquid from his mouth hungrily.

It was only halfway down before he felt something was wrong.

How is this sweet?

Drew's eyes widened, put down the empty wine glass, and just about to ask what the **** Ke Ze was doing, he was blocked by a flying tablecloth.

Drew stared at the white tablecloth on his mouth dumbfounded, as if he couldn't believe that Ke Ze would treat himself like this.

"The matter is finished, and the food is finished, you can go." Ke Ze looked colder than before, and he spoke mercilessly.

Drew was irritated by his arrogant attitude, and didn't bother to investigate why his dinner was so sweet. He murmured "madness", then threw the blood-stained tablecloth aside, and walked outside the castle. Go.

Tina glanced at Ke Ze with complicated eyes, and left the castle following her brother's footsteps.

A dim light flashed in Ke Ze's eyes. He put down the wine glass in his hand, swallowed the last bit of liquid in his mouth with difficulty, and coughed slightly.

"Master, are you okay?" Ron leaned up worriedly, "Should I call a doctor?"

"No need." Ke Ze took a deep breath, suppressed the nausea, motioned the maids to clean up the dining table, and walked slowly to the bedroom.

"Master, why don't you try that new blood slave?" Ron's eyes flashed a real worry. "Listen to Doctor Brown, her blood components can relieve your condition."

"Forget it, today's energy is enough," Ke Ze pressed his forehead, looking tired, "Next time."

"Dr. Brown said that blood will begin to deteriorate immediately after it leaves the human body. No matter how good silverware is, it can’t store them perfectly... You should just **** blood from the blood slave," Ron persuaded, "Don’t worry. They will not feel pain, but will be grateful for your favor..."

"You know, I hate that one." Ke Ze shook his head boredly, and suddenly a picture of his father holding a human woman smoking wildly flashed in his mind.

Father's always gentle face was distorted because of his excitement, and the whole person exuded a terrifying and hideous breath.

The woman finally died of excessive blood loss, not surprisingly.

Probably since then, I have rejected this way of eating very much.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Ron didn't dare to speak out and persuade him, but he was more in favor of Brown's plan.

Directly piercing human skin with fangs to **** food is the favorite method of the blood family. The owner doesn't like it, but it's because he hasn't tried it.

After he tried it, he naturally knew the beauty of eating like this.

Ron quietly exited Ke Ze's bedroom, a trace of firmness in his eyes.