Baby, let me suck blood!

Chapter 62

In fact, when Morrie asked this question, he seemed to ask for Ai Luo's opinion, but in fact he didn't care what kind of answer the other party gave.

On the one hand, he believes in the absolute power of prophecy, and believes that everything that rises, falls and dies in the dark is freely determined.On the other hand, now that times have changed, things have changed, people have changed, and even the original enemies are dead, Morrie feels that his master must have lost interest in everything in this world, just like himself.Waking up or continuing to sleep, for a blood race like them who can't even remember their own age, it makes no difference at all.

What's more, there are more subtle and lovely considerations and cognitions——according to his understanding of Mr. Lin, as long as he is generous and protects his shortcomings and likes children, when he wakes up, even if he wakes up, he will not let his own grandson become a widow. For one thing, he will never mention revenge again.

The old man said that, to a large extent, the bad-hearted would have to torment the Ventrue family boy psychologically.

But for Ai Luo, who didn't know the subtle relationship, it was really an extremely difficult decision.

As Morrie said, if the person in the coffin is awakened... God knows if that person will simply join the devil's party and attack them inside and out!

But if they don't wake them up, they can't resist the power of the angel thorn...

Ai Luo turned his head to look at the subordinates behind him──all pairs of eyes were staring at him with no constructive eyes!

Then he lowered his head to look at Chen Yixuan──his little baby looked back at him with the expression of a very married woman.Those big watery eyes were clearly telling him in a very considerate way—it doesn't matter, I will support whatever decision you make—but it's also equivalent to not being constructive at all! ?

Prince Fanzhuo was depressed for a moment, tangled in a dilemma, and wanted to hit the wall...

The more tangled and disturbed he was, the more he lost his aim, until Chen Yixuan, who was gripped so hard by Mr. Vampire that his bones were cracking, finally couldn't bear it any longer, and forced out a sentence through his teeth, dripping with cold sweat, "Isn't it said that the prophecy cannot be disobeyed? Even if you don't do it now, Mr. Gangolo will wake up one day, right?"

In an instant, the clenched wrist was loosened, and the blood prince Mr. Fan Zhuo, who had pointed out a bright road to the petty citizen, felt in his heart that what his baby said was too reasonable!

Anyway, wake up sooner or later.

How do you say that in China?correct!It is called "it is a blessing, not a disaster, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided"!

What are you waiting for?

Dry!

So Ai Luo turned his head and used his eyes to ask for other people's opinions symbolically, and then nodded calmly and calmly at Morrie who was standing at the gate of the enchantment. The prince whose wound was still bleeding was quite handsome. He recovered quickly, and when he spoke, the voice was deep and mellow, it was really like a spring hitting a rock, it sounded damn good──

"Then trouble the old man to help us wake up Lord Gangelo. As for the consequences, Vatican will bear it all."

Bear the ass!If there is a day when the lord kills you little bastards in a blink of an eye, how can there be a chance for you to bear it all? !When the vicious superior officer fooled the subordinate soldiers to incite individual heroism and collective blind worship, it was so smooth that he didn't even need to type a draft!

Morrie slandered indistinctly in his heart, but nodded in an extremely serious manner on his face, and kindly reminded: "In this case, just let the young master come in alone. You will need the blood of the young master later──in order not to cause trouble. Riot, to ensure the safety of the young master and the smooth progress of the ceremony, Prince Fanzhuo, you can stay outside." After a pause, Ai Luo looked at him strangely, and explained with displeasure, "Prince Don't worry about the old man. At this age, the senses of taste and smell have already failed. Blood or red dye makes no difference to my tongue.