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Looking at Rong Bao'er in his arms at that time, Dalbe's heart ached terribly.

Even though his heart had already stopped beating, he was stabbed so painfully at this moment.

The one in his arms was obviously the love of his life, but she jumped off the cliff because of that hateful bastard Yun Haotian.

At that moment, Dalbe deeply doubted what his persistence was for!

But before Dalbe could figure out his chaotic thoughts, Yun Haotian woke up, and the two had a big fight.

Dalbei was physically strong, but Yun Haotian was not weak either. The two fought inextricably. If Rong Baoer hadn't woken up, they would have fought endlessly.

But after waking up, Rong Bao'er still prefers Yun Haotian!

This tragic fact once again deeply hurt Dalbe's heart, making the bloodthirsty factor in his body that was already ready to move even more violent!

He needs blood, warm and mellow blood!

Yun Haotian's sarcasm, Rong Bao'er's raised neck and rolling arteries, all tortured Dalbe like the torture of hell, making him so painful that he would not want to live!

His throat is extremely thirsty, only blood can free him from the excruciating pain!

Dalbe held his head desperately and hit the rock fiercely, trying to relieve the desire in his body with severe pain.

But no matter how hard he tried, his throat was so thirsty that he just wanted to tear open the beating pulse and drink the red spring of sweet rain!

Blood!

He needs blood!

The crazy Dalbe couldn't control his hand, he almost reached out to pull out Rong Bao'er's throbbing artery, and then swallowed the sweet mellowness!

Fortunately, his remaining rationality controlled the devilish palm, which also made his temple, which was already having a splitting headache, feel like it was exploding.

It turns out that death is not the most terrible thing, but life is worse than death!

Dalbe was in so much pain that he wanted to cry, but he didn't have a single tear.

Now he is no longer a normal person, how could there be tears anymore?

"Cuckoo, cluck, cluck."

The crowing of pheasants came from the grass on the stone wall, which also made Dalbe sit up from the ground like a ghost, and rushed towards that place.

"flashing edge"

"Cuckoo, cluck—"

With the sound of grass being overwhelmed, a colorful pheasant was caught by Dalbe's wings.

It flapped its wings in vain, and before it could utter two calls, its neck had been brutally broken by Dalbe!

The gurgling blood immediately gushed out from the neck of the pheasant, appearing in front of Dalbe like the sweetest rain in the world, making him bow his head without thinking, and sucked deeply.

The warm blood slipped into Dalbe's mouth, and quickly moistened his thirsty throat, making him squint his eyes comfortably, savoring the first strange meal in his life.

The cliff was dim, and a few fireflies fluttered in the air, casting a not-so-bright light.

Dalbe ecstatically lowered his head and sucked the pheasant whose neck had been broken. How could there be any trace of the noble temperament of a prince back then?

Rong Baoer and Yun Haotian hid far away from Dalbe, still unable to believe that Dalbe they knew was a terrible vampire.

She curled up into a ball, cautiously poking towards the mountain wall.

Yun Haotian grabbed Rong Bao'er, "Bao'er, what do you want?"

"I want to take a look at Dalbe, maybe he just got some terrible virus that made him like that..."