"You are not ashamed of your words!"

"What kind of person is the prince? How can you despise him?"

Wilmot's eyes turned cold, and then he asked forcefully, "What are you doing here? Want to kill me? I'm warning you..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Xu Dong interrupted impatiently.

"Okay, okay, stop talking about this nonsense, my ears are almost getting calluses from listening to it."

"I came here this time to ask you, is there a secret room in Michael's lair?"

"If Michael isn't there, what about the other three princes?"

Upon hearing this, Wilmot was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Why should I tell you?"

"You hurt me like this, it doesn't matter if I don't drain your blood, and you still answer your question?"

"Haha, no comment!"

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Xu Dong narrowed his eyes and said with a half-smile, "In your current state, you can't escape from my hands, right?"

"you dare!"

Wilmot's eyes widened and he shouted angrily, "I'm telling you, for this matter, our Lord Prince will deal with you personally!"

"There is only one way before you, and that is to surrender to my blood clan and kneel down to apologize to me!"

"Otherwise, your final end will definitely be very miserable."

He has been recuperating in a sanatorium these days, and the nurses here take care of him every time he eats, drinks, and urinates.

As for the vampire warriors who had taken care of him before, all of them have been transferred away.

So Wilmot didn't know what happened these days.

"Wilmot." Xu Dong said jokingly, "You'd better answer the questions honestly to avoid causing unnecessary trouble to yourself."

"What? Threatening me?" Wilmot snorted coldly, "Humble humans, my great vampires will not succumb to you."

"You have tortured me so badly, if you have any other means, just use it!"

"I am Tang

Don Duke, you are determined and extremely loyal, even if you use torture, I will not say a word!"

He raised his head and snorted coldly, "And the news of your appearance here will soon be known to the prince, and he will come to kill you personally!"

Wilmot looked proud and disdainful of Xu Dong.

Xu Dong laughed, took two steps forward, and patted Wilmot on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I won't take action against you. She is the one who really wants to deal with you."

Wilmot looked in the direction Xu Dong pointed and saw a greedy smile on Chris's face.

"Her? Chrissy?"

"A humble viscount dares to take action against my great duke?"

At this point, he smiled disdainfully, "Does she have the guts?"

"have!"

Chris immediately stepped forward and slapped Wilmot on the face without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

A loud and clear slap came out, and Wilmot was immediately stunned.

Covering his face, he looked like a statue.

After being stunned for a few seconds, endless humiliation suddenly filled his heart!

It’s okay to be bullied by Xu Dong, after all, he has prince-level combat power, so he won’t lose unjustly!

Who is Coco?

A little viscount, who usually didn't bother to take a second look, dared to slap him, a duke, in the face?

Is she crazy?

"Chris! You want to die!"

With that said, he shouted to Xu Dong again, "If you can help me regain my strength, let's see how I educate this ungrateful bitch!"

"no problem!"

Xu Dong suddenly smiled.

"What? What did you say?"

Wilmot was stunned immediately, obviously not expecting Xu Dong to agree so readily.

"I'll let you regain your strength and see if you have the qualifications to scream in front of her."

As Xu Dong spoke, he stood up and started to run the Mysterious Scripture of Heavenly Medicine to dissolve the energy left by Huo Yun on his wound.

Not long after, Wilmot was surprised to find that his imprisoned cultivation ability could actually be used, and his wounds healed at an extremely fast speed.

"Haha, okay, okay!"

"I'm no match for you, but it's still easy to deal with Chris."

"Even without my hands and feet, I can still make her kneel down!"

He was extremely confident, because the vampire clan had bloodline suppression, so the duke didn't need to take action against the viscount, he only needed a breath.

Just like a small official, he doesn't even dare to take a breath in front of the prime minister of the dynasty.

"Kneel down!"

Wilmot's eyes deepened and he stared at Chris.

At the same time as he shouted sharply, a wisp of duke's coercion burst out.

In his opinion, as soon as this pressure came out, Chris would kneel on the ground.

But what he didn't expect was that Chrissy was still standing upright, with a half-smile on her face, looking at him like an idiot.

"I'll make you kneel down!"

Wilmot narrowed his eyes and his voice deepened.

But unexpectedly, Chris still didn't have any panic expression, but her smile became even stronger.

What exactly is going on?

Wilmot was immediately shocked. If it weren't for the lack of legs, he would have sat up in shock.

"How can you ignore my pressure?"

"How could you defy my will?"

"what happened?"

He roared at Chris.

And grams

Liz's lips curved into a sneer, "The Duke is amazing, isn't he?"

"The Duke is very powerful, isn't he?"

"Do you know that Ms. Chris is someone you can't mess with now?"

"vomit blood!"

After saying that, her eyes flashed with blood, she looked extremely evil, and there was even a trace of aura leaking from her body.

This breath is only one thousandth, extremely weak, but it is full of a noble meaning.

And when this breath came to Wilmot, his body shook violently and his heart twitched inexplicably, as if being grabbed by a pair of invisible hands.

His blood seemed to have stagnated, and his soul flew out. Every hair and cell in his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"You...you are..."

"How is this possible? How is this possible? Pfft!"

Wilmot looked at Chris in great horror. Without saying a few words, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth. His face turned pale, as if he had suffered a heavy blow.

"Nothing is impossible."

Chris hugged her shoulders, looked down at Wilmot condescendingly, and said coldly, "The little Viscount who let you bully me back then is now a prince."

"Wilmot, do you admit your guilt?"

I was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and completely confused.

Wilmot was lying on the bed, his eyes widened to the extreme, and his face was filled with an incredible look.

Chris was promoted from a viscount to a prince?

How can this be?

The last time we met, she was still locked in an iron cage. How long had it been?

Wilmot felt a huge sense of absurdity, as if it were a fantasy.

But……

The aura on Chrissy's body clearly belongs to the prince, otherwise he wouldn't have hit him hard!
Chapter completed!