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The delicate and overly greasy voice chimed, "My lord, what brings you here? Are you worried about Yun Zhi Yue?"
A feeling of nausea washed over.
"Do you even have a stomach, you stone?"
"Reincarnation Stone, be quiet."
Noticing the humans' attention, a few departed, leaving Yuhun Gu to dangle like a ghost around Zhi Yue Fei Ying's neck.
They stopped in a secluded area, and Anjie Ryougu sneered, "Tell me, how did you survive your encounter with Pureblood Lord? Are you really Jian Xi?"
It was true that even a dog could occasionally speak the truth, but admitting to being Jian Xi was out of the question.
With a look of disdain, Zhi Yue Fei Ying replied, "You left me behind and ran off. What are you saying about Pureblood Lord? There are only a few in the entire bloodline; how lucky do you think you were to just bump into one?"
Seeing that the remnants of energy from your broken scroll managed to teleport me nearby counts as avoiding disaster. I won't hold it against you; just don't fabricate stories in front of my lord to escape blame.
Anjie Ryougu looked surprised, wondering if it was true or not.
Noticing the odd expressions on others' faces, Zhi Yue Fei Ying asked in confusion, "What’s with that expression?"
Natsuki Watanabe handed a candy to her brother and directly tugged at Zhi Yue Fei Ying's collar.
The smooth expanse of her neck fully exposed the dark mark left by Yuhun Gu's Crimson Eyes.
The bite mark from the Pureblood Lord healed slowly; since you didn’t kill me and I wasn’t bitten, it seems you truly avoided the encounter and must be telling the truth.
Releasing her grip around Yuhun Gu's neck, Zhi Yue Fei Ying adjusted her clothes and said with an odd expression, "What are you all talking about? In this little place, is there really a Pureblood?"
Gray Bird Suzuki remarked playfully, "You should be grateful you missed that meeting; even if you survived, experiencing the sensation of having your senses dulled is something you'd rather not try."
In the realm of Pureblood Lords, not everyone has a temperament like our lord. The loyal Shen Le Qi from the Xu Fang Clan never differentiates between friend or foe when it comes to taking action.
I've heard that when they kill, they enjoy doing it with a sense of ritual—like smiling while sitting upright and ensuring not a single drop of blood is spilled at the scene.
All eyes fell on Zhi Yue Fei Ying, as this was a test. If she showed any signs of weakness, she might not leave this Noble Island alive!
Yet, Zhi Yue Fei Ying remained neither surprised nor fearful.
Calmly she stated, "I've heard about it; that's why I chose to stay close to Lord Yuharu. The Higan Sakura Clan has been neutral for too long; our people have lost their motivation. I refuse to lie down and do nothing."
No matter what my father thinks, Lord Yuharu is my choice; I simply wish to follow him without any doubts from you all.
As the probing reached this point, a few individuals found themselves unqualified to make decisions and turned their gazes toward Yuhun Gu.
Yuhun Gu remained silent, yet the surrounding space shifted, enveloping everyone and bringing them back, which was a form of acknowledgment. Zhi Yue Fei Ying broke into a wide smile, and under the watchful eyes of the others, she reached out to drape her arms around Yuhun Gu's neck.
In the blink of an eye, they returned to the classroom. Yuhun Gu once again took his usual seat by the window, continuing to ignore the girl nestled in his embrace as he quietly read his book. However, each time he turned a page, his dark red eyes would inadvertently sweep over her pale neck, where blue veins were faintly visible.
Anjie Ryougu observed their posture with clenched fists, nearly crushing the book in his hands. He thought to himself that surely Yuhun Gu wouldn’t… It wasn’t the first time he had considered targeting adults; every female vampire who had tried to curry favor with him had met a swift end without exception. After all, he was a Pureblood Lord; even if he didn’t revel in killing, he certainly wouldn’t have a temperament that could be described simply as Gray Bird Suzuki had suggested.
Sitting behind them, Natsuki Watanabe chewed on a piece of candy and remarked, “Be smart about this. She’s the first one to hug him without getting killed; you should use your brain.”
With a crack, the book in Anjie Ryougu’s grip split apart. If it were truly like this, what future would he have?
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