Cannon fodder male supporting role is not easy to mess with

Chapter 383 Good Morning, Your Royal Highness

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People are still there, is such a blatant threat really okay?

Bo Ruchu complained silently in his heart, glanced at the food on the table, his expression softened a lot.Sarah, for the sake of not drinking blood, I will spare you this time.

After receiving Bo Ruchu's idea, Fuling secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, knowing that Ruchu would never want to drink blood anyway, she made a move on purpose.

Elegantly biting the sandwich in front of him, Bo Ruchu's eyes slightly curved.

Seeing Bo Ruchu's 'delicious' appearance, Lance Sling raised his hand and pinched the tip of his nose. He really didn't know how delicious those things were, although he would usually not suppress the desire to drink blood in his body. I used some with my younger brother, but I really didn't think it was special.

"Brother, help me with the rest." After drinking the milk in front of him, Bo Ruchu wiped the corner of his mouth and said.

It is typical to get cheap and sell well.

Seeing the half sandwich that had been raised to his lips, Lance Ling took a small bite, then swallowed it with a frown.

Bo Ruchu, who successfully played the prank, showed a slight smile: "Since my brother likes it so much, I will leave it to you, and I will go out first.

Lance Ling: When did he say he liked eating this thing? !

Looking at the back of Bo Ruchu going away, Lance Sling sighed insignificantly, and under the surprised (sympathetic) surprised (sympathetic) gaze of the housekeeper, he ate the sandwich left by Bo Ruchu without changing his expression.

"Don't make so much when preparing breakfast for the young master in the future."

After saying that, before the chef could speak, Lan Sling quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The chef who survived the catastrophe wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand. After putting away the plates and tableware, he hurried back to his room and changed his clothes. God knows that he just broke out in a cold sweat and his back was soaked!

"As before, Lance Sling has followed, right behind."

Hearing Fuling's words, Bo Ruchu's eyes quickly flashed doubts, and then he continued to stroll as if nothing had happened.

Because Bo Ruchu purposely suppressed the aura on his body, coupled with his feminine looks, he looked so weak that some people thought that they shouldn't move, and some even stepped forward to block their way.

"Hey, it's just you, this is not a place for a weak vampire like you to stay, but if you call me good brother, maybe when I am happy, how about taking you around here for sightseeing?"

"No need." Bo Ruchu raised his eyes and glanced at the man lightly, then passed him directly, and continued to walk forward.

"Don't..." "Ah!"

Before Lance Ling, who was following Bo Ruchu, got angry, the man curled up on the ground, moaning in pain.

"You treat me like this! Do you know who I am!" the man said rudely.

"Not interested." Bo Ruchu's lips curled slightly, and he said in an extremely gentle voice: "However, I think, if you know my name, you should be glad that you only suffered such a small injury."

"Bah, you count that green onion, you have the ability..." The man who had just stood up tremblingly because of the pain had passed, before he could finish his harsh words, he was kicked to the ground by Lance Ling who came over. He kept spitting blood.

"Lan, Lord Lance—"

After seeing the face of the kicker, the vampires who watched the play nodded with a pale face.

Ignoring everyone, Lance Sling looked coldly at the half-dead vampire: "Is my Lance Sling's younger brother also something you can imagine?"

"Brother, it's not like I can't solve it myself. If you're like this, some people will think it's my vase." Bo Ruchu said with a smile.

Lance Ling nodded, put away his coercion, and stood quietly aside.