Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

"Huh?" Feng Qian was stunned, and his head turned a little bit.

There was a bit of doubt in the dark eyes: "Isn't Your Majesty a blood race? Doesn't he need to drink blood?"

With such an honorable status as His Majesty the Blood Race, it is very easy to suck blood.

A vampire will automatically offer the sweetest blood to His Majesty.

But... don't you need to suck blood?

His Majesty the Blood Race raised his eyes lightly, and the lavender eyes carelessly passed over the girl's slender and fair neck.

He lowered his eyelashes again.

Explain quietly: "I am different from them."

Your Majesty the blood clan who has been sleeping for thousands of years, has an ancient and pure bloodline.

The reason is...

"I am... the first blood race."

First Generation?

Feng Qian slightly opened his eyes wide.

In other words, the fragments are the ancestors of the blood races that exist today...

The girl nodded thoughtfully.

His majesty's lavender eyes were a little dazed.

He is the first blood race.

Born with unrivaled strength.

The world calls it the power of a demigod.

The blood race of the same generation as Yiluo did not have such powerful power as Yiluo.

They are gradually eliminated by the world and fall into eternal sleep.

In the end, only Yiluo remained in the first generation.

During the long and lonely years, Yiluo chose to sleep.

After waking up from a deep sleep for ten thousand years, he was proclaimed the king of the secret party because of his noble and pure bloodline and strong strength.

Not long after, Yiluo chose to sleep again.

Waking up from a deep sleep this time, Yiluo accepted the elder's request and agreed to a peace contract with mankind.

Go personally to suppress the Devil Party.

Afterwards, the blood clan was united.

Yiluo was naturally crowned as His Majesty the Blood Race.

However, after that, Yiluo locked himself in the North Hall.

An undisturbed corner.

The reason for choosing to sleep is probably because there is nothing in this world that His Majesty the Blood Race can miss.

No power, no need to suck blood to live.

Long sleep is the best choice.

Waking up suddenly this time was also an accident.

His Majesty's eyes lightly fell on the girl.

The light-colored thin lips are lightly pursed.

Feng Qian moved closer to the other party, raised his head slightly and asked, "Then...Your Majesty is my owner, and I am His Majesty's blood servant. If I don't need to suck blood, what should I do?"

This is indeed a problem.

The lavender eyes of His Majesty the Blood Race were slightly startled.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

After a while, he quietly lowered his eyelashes again, as if he was seriously thinking about the girl's problem.

The blood servant's duty is to provide fresh blood to the owner.

An irresistible duty.

And he doesn't need blood.

Being the owner of a girl seems to be just a spur of the moment.

His Majesty the Blood Race was also a little dazed.

half an hour.

His Majesty said slowly: "You just... just live here quietly."

The pleasant and warm voice rolled out slowly like a pearl, with a slightly cool temperature.

It's like a fluttering snow feather.

Feng Qian blinked, and quietly stared at the unparalleled beauty of His Majesty the Blood Race for a few seconds.

Nodding: "Yeah."

Well.

but……

The girl asked: "So... where does His Majesty plan to live?"

On the opposite side, His Majesty the Blood Race was silent for a moment.

Feng Qian suggested: "It's better to live next to me, so that His Majesty can easily find me if he needs anything."

The girl suggested obediently.

Blood servants live very close to their owners, so it is really convenient to provide blood.

Although His Majesty does not need blood, Feng Qian still has a mission to protect His Majesty.

This is the Blood Race, the Dark Holy Land.

It stands to reason that the dark air is very likely to be contaminated with fragments.

Therefore, Feng Qian had to be a little more vigilant.