Chapter 108: Saving the Tsundere, Ruthless Blood Hunter 03

Lánsīluòtè is a blood clan; why does he have the scent of agarwood……

Excessive blood loss from the chest caused Chūtáng's consciousness to grow dim; he didn't have time to think deeply before passing out.

The blood of a human youth aroused the craving of this body of Jin Chen.

He frowned, feeling displeased with his inability to control his bodily desires.

There are many rooms in the castle.

But Lánsīluòtè has always liked quiet; if there is the slightest disturbance during his sleep, he will wake immediately, and such awakenings are usually accompanied by violent emotions.

No one has ever set foot on the three floors above and below his bedroom.

Except for the steward Xīsēn.

So Xīsēn naturally arranged a room for this 'human friend' that is also far from Jin Chen.

Jin Chen held Chūtáng, quietly transmitting spiritual power along the way so that he would not suffer too much.

When arriving at the room prepared by Xīsēn, Chūtáng, who originally had excellent recovery ability, had already woken up.

He opened his eyes and happened to feel Jin Chen holding him and placing him onto the bed.

Almost instinctively, Chūtáng shifted his body, lifted his leg, and kicked hard at Jin Chen, escaping from his embrace and curling up in the corner of the bed, eyes wary.

Like a small beast sensing danger, always ready to erupt.

Jin Chen had no defenses against him at all, so being kicked caught him off guard; two seconds later he reacted, curled his lip, and nonchalantly brushed off the dust on his robes.

He is naturally noble and handsome; even a light pat looks extremely elegant.

"Get a good rest."

Jin Chen also did not come closer, his tone hinting at concern.

"Excessive blood loss can be very uncomfortable."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Chūtáng retorted coldly.

Seeing that Jin Chen really had no other intention, he pulled the blanket over, quickly tucked himself in, and presented a posture of refusing to see anyone.

"Good night, no one will come to disturb your sleep."

Jin Chen said.

Afterwards he left the room, thoughtfully closing the door as well.

In the darkness, Chūtáng opened his eyes again.

His eyes were filled with deep doubt.

I can't figure out what His Highness Lánsīluòtè means.

What purpose could there be in bringing me back?

And there's that strange scent on his body……

Chūtáng gazed at the moonlight outside the prism window, then after a moment turned over to rest.

Never mind; anyway, killing one more is just one more.

Someday I will be able to find the murderer who killed my parents.

——

Jin Chen returned to his bedroom.

Rather than calling it a bedroom, it's more like an independent European-style garden.

The room is filled with all kinds of thorns and black-and-white flowers, looking especially dangerous; weapons hang on the walls, emitting a cold sheen.

In the center lies a huge coffin inlaid with jade; the side hall is furnished with a complete set of furniture, all in dark tones.

The wall facing the forest is entirely made of floor-to-ceiling prism windows; during the day, due to light refraction through the glass, no light enters, and they only become transparent under moonlight.

Jin Chen lay down in his clothes in a coffin large enough to sleep at least five people.

He lay flat, eyes closed, hands folded over his chest.

Very peaceful.

But this peacefulness is a bit overdone, looking rather ominous.

0731 couldn't hold back.

"Host, do you really have to sleep like that?"

"Fitting the scene."

"No need to go that far."

It made 0731 feel rather scared.

"What are your plans next?"

"Does the plot mention who killed Chūtáng's parents?"

0731 quickly flipped through the original plot line.

"It only vaguely said it was a blood clan with some connection to the Chū family, and Chūtáng traced it using the Soul-Capturing Bell left by his parents."

"Host, you don't need to worry too much; it definitely isn't you, since when Little Pitiful One's parents were killed, you happened to be in deep sleep."

Jin Chen, however, wasn't worried about that.

He gave a casual hum.

"Go rest."

——

The next day.

When not in their dormant period, blood clans' living habits are much like humans', except they prefer the night even more.

Jin Chen remembered that Chūtáng's wound needed medicine, so he woke early and went to his room.

After passing through the long corridor, I happened to run into Xi Sen leading a group of servants over.

Seeing Jin Chen, the servants were frightened and knelt to perform the salute.

"Good day, Your Highness."

Xi Sen obviously hadn't expected it; he performed a gentleman's salute and asked gently.

"Your Highness, you woke up very early today."

Jin Chen glanced at them; obviously they had been busy all night, and he was also puzzled.

"You don't need to sleep?"

Xi Sen smiled, "Your obedient servants are all of the Rose Clan; except during hibernation, they normally don't need sleep."

Also correct, Jin Chen almost forgot—the world's background is that after the second generation was killed, there are the Thirteen Clans, and only the Ao Er De Li Qi Family is the Royal Clan.

He waved his hand, "The medicine I had you prepare yesterday."

"Here."

Xi Sen handed the potion from his left chest pocket to Jin Chen.

Then he performed another salute, led the servants to continue working, and opened a new day for the castle.

Jin Chen came to Chu Tang's room.

Hardly had he entered the room when he smelled the bloody scent floating in the air.

That scent was sweet and alluring, making one unable to resist exploring it.

This body must have gone a long time without food; otherwise, how could it lose control upon smelling the bloody scent?

Jin Chen frowned slightly; this damned blood clan instinct.

Perhaps hearing the sound, Chu Tang immediately woke up, took a few seconds to realize where he was, then warily sat up and looked at Jin Chen.

"Precious Lan Si Luo Te Your Highness, how could you have a liking for barging into the blood servant's room so early in the morning?"

Jin Chen chuckled lightly, "Blood servant?"

"You are the human friend I invited back to the castle as a guest."

"Hypocrisy; blood clan and humans will never be friends."

Chu Tang let out a cold snort, his tone still carrying the heaviness of just waking up.

"No matter what you think, in short I don't regard you as a blood servant."

Jin Chen placed the potion and blood-nourishing food by the bedside, "This is the treatment of a friend."

As he approached, he clearly saw Chu Tang's body tensed, as if ready to strike at any moment, but forced by the disguise, he dared not move.

It was truly contradictory.

He suddenly leaned forward slightly, drew near Chu Tang, and raised his arm.

"Get lost!"

Chu Tang's heart jolted; he couldn't bother with the disguise, reached out to block his motion, also wanted to attack, but because the movement was too large, he pulled at the wound.

Fresh blood seeped from his chest.

Jin Chen's eyes changed; he immediately stood straight and stopped the youth.

"Don't move, your wound has torn open."

His breathing deepened; the sweet bloody scent seemed to constantly tempt him, "I just want to see how your wound is."

"I don't need you to worry!"

Chu Tang covered his chest, "You brought me back—what exactly do you intend to do?"

"If you want to drink blood, bring a knife and I'll do it myself."

The youth's pale cheeks flushed with a hint of red from anger, his brows and eyes full of extreme distrust.

Jin Chen slipped one arm around Chu Tang's supple waist, his tone somewhat sighing.

"Relax a bit; I'm not Wo Er Ke."

"You blood clan are all the same."

This misunderstanding is huge; Jin Chen felt embarrassed.

Chu Tang twisted uncomfortably, feeling somewhat annoyed, emotions surging beneath his eyes.

"Since you're different from Wo Er Ke, then let go!"