Chapter 1135: The Vampire Prince's Blood Slave (13)

Bai Weiwei had the feeling that there was something wrong with this ‘little white flower’ character setting.

Maybe she should set up a ‘tyrant flower’ character setting.

When she was pressed down to the point of eating dirt, her body finally gave out, and she fainted.

When she woke up again, she faintly heard someone talking.

“Is this that blood slave? I heard Prince Arthur refused the Holy Blood Conference just to catch her and bring her back.”

“Doesn’t look like anything special. Is the taste of her blood extraordinary?”

“The blood that the prince likes must be more delicious, I bet.”

“A blood slave who runs away must receive punishment.”

“Once she wakes up, if His Highness the prince doesn’t protect her, he’ll start punishing her, right? Heh heh.”

It was the sound of a group of women talking, buzzing like thousands of flies.

Bai Weiwei was annoyed. She had a capture mission and needed to deal with the pervert, and she was also suffering from excessive blood loss.

Could she not get some good sleep?

She had a very low tolerance for those who weren’t the capture target.

Bai Weiwei’s eyes snapped open, and she saw that she was lying on a huge bed.

She was surrounded by translucent gauze curtains. She weakly pulled it open and saw a bunch of women wearing Rococo-style dresses1, giggling and chatting.

The hell was this?

The system answered, “Your maids.”

Bai Weiwei: “F*ck, I even have things like maids?”

System: “You’re the prince’s blood slave, so you’ll have human aristocratic women to be your maids and attend to you.”

Bai Weiwei: “They’re not here with good intentions2.”

This group of women didn’t look like they were here to serve her. Mo