The Peerless Prince of the Vampire Clan

In a night with a deeper moonlight and half a house, and the North Dipper is dipping to the south, a petite woman is lying on the ground. The wind and rain seem to be no longer cherishing her, and the wind is cold and biting. She was not shy about her long, ink-like hair, and the rain was dripping on the blood-stained land. The people in the distance seemed to be in another plane and turned a blind eye to her. , Until I met him. . . . . . "Are you willing to be my blood servant?" "!!???... I... Am... Willing..." The wind blew by, blowing her long hair. She, who always cared about details, did not tidy it up, but looked at a pig-like nobleman in the carriage in the distance, trying hard to control her animal nature! ! ! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.