Rong Huang quickly stepped forward and broke Simon's neck with one foot.

Then when he raised his hand, Simon turned to ashes.

All blood races: "..."

This is the legend that there is not even scum left behind?

Just, a little scared.

"Angus, didn't you say that Gods are all benevolent and benevolent, and save all living beings?" The blood family around him asked Angus in a low voice.

Although their kinsmen always didn't know what kindness is, they also knew that what Rong Huang did just now was definitely not kindness.

Angus was also very embarrassed, coughed, and cleared his throat, "After all, God is our Majesty the Queen of Vatican. It's not good to be too kind, right?"

The blood race looked puzzled, always feeling that something was wrong.

Angus breathed a sigh of relief, but it could be considered to have fooled people.

After solving the game, Rong Huang knew that there must be the remnants of the Presbyterian Church among the many blood races.

But now her two small fangs are ready to move, and she can't help it.

Rong Huang had to go back to find something to grind his teeth.

Before the blood races could react, they found that Rong Huang's figure disappeared in the banquet hall.

Everyone looked at each other, and they all stood up, took their new glasses, and began to talk.

Before leaving, Angus glanced at the luxurious and mysterious castle and decided to send the Blood Servant to Her Majesty as soon as possible.

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Early the next morning, Rong Huang was drowsy with a milk stick in his luxurious bed, and suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

Rong Huang snorted and turned over while holding the milk stick, "Something?"

The girl’s characteristic soft and sweet voice penetrated the door and came outside, Eleanor folded her hands on her lower abdomen, "Prince Angus brought a group of blood servants to see you."

Angus?

Rong Huang paused. It was the new king of the blood that the original owner fell asleep forever in the original plot?

Rong Huang blinked, blinking away the drowsiness remaining in his eyes.

"see."

Waiting for Rong Huang to change his clothes and go downstairs, it was already half an hour later.

She wouldn't say that she had been in bed for twenty minutes or so.

When he saw Angus, Rong Huang was almost startled by the blood servants running behind him.

Huh!

These twenty or thirty men who look like fairies are the blood servants Angus sent to her?

She is a good phoenix that does not kill.

Discovered what Rong Huang thought: "..."

Rong Huang didn't know how mouthless the water tank was. He thought she still had a phoenix disease and couldn't hook up with other boys.

As he was about to drive Angus out with these eye-catching blood servants, Rong Huang suddenly smelled the familiar plum blossom scent.

Rong Huang's eyes widened, he swept around the group of men behind Angus, and finally fixed himself on the man in the corner.

The man was wearing a uniform blood servant costume, with his head down, his complexion was a little pale, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Noting that Rong Huang's expression changed, Angus felt a sudden change, thinking that the blood servant he had found was not suitable for Rong Huang's appetite.

Just about to ask what kind of man Her Majesty likes, Rong Huang raised his hand to the corner, "I want him, everyone else will take it back."

Bring back?

Angus stunned, turned around and glanced at the man named by Rong Huang in the corner, and then at the other twenty-odd men whose expressions were lost. Monk Zhang Er was puzzled for a while.

"Your Majesty, don't you like it?"

The kinship has always been abusive, and the private life is super chaotic. As long as you like it, you just ask for it.

It is really rare to have only one like Rong Huang.

Is it possible that this is the "three thousand weak waters, only take one scoop" in the ancient oriental culture?

Rong Huang waved his hand, his expression resolute, "This queen wants him."