Damn it, brother, can you ride a horse?

Ilsa was completely dumbfounded. She was not afraid of being hit, and she couldn't be hit anyway. But if she hit Norma, it would be over. The horse was so tall and strong, and Norma was like a chicken.

She was so weak that she felt like a horse's hoof could trample her to death.

When I thought of that scene, Ilsa quickly grabbed Norma's wrist and was about to pull her aside when Lester suddenly made a silent mouth gesture to her——

"Don't move."

Stop moving? Ilsa was confused, but she still obeyed. The next second, the black horse suddenly let out a shrill scream, and raised its front hooves high as it rushed towards Norma.

The knight on the horse immediately tightened the reins, but the black horse was not calmed down, and was still screaming and roaring in pain. Ilsa knew immediately that it was Lester's fault, adhering to the humanitarian spirit of caring for small animals.

, she took advantage of the onlookers not paying attention and immediately winked at Lester.

"That's almost it." She whispered.

Lester shrugged, and the black horse immediately stopped howling. It lowered its front hooves, looking a little tired and frightened, but fortunately it had returned to normal.

The knight sitting on the horse touched the black horse's mane comfortingly. He tilted his head slightly, and his armor glowed coldly in the moonlight.

"Your Highness! You are finally back!"

"Your Highness, you have been gone for a long time this time. The people of Yongye City miss you very much..."

"Your Highness, do you need any special service tonight?"

When the surrounding vampires saw this knight dressed in pitch black, they swarmed over him as if they had been given blood. Among them, the young women were the most enthusiastic.

Ilsa looked at these beautiful girls with gossip on her face. It seemed that Norma was right. Her Highness did not have a princess at present, and it seemed that there were many women who wanted to become princesses.

This Rihel is really incomprehensible. There are so many beauties waiting for him in the capital, but he is not busy choosing a concubine and actually runs out.

Tsk, tsk, this position was wasted.

The enthusiasm of the vampire girls almost warmed up the cold night. The black knight did not respond to the vampire people surrounding him. He sat on the horse and looked down at Ilsa's position.

"Just now, what did you do to my horse?" the black knight said in a low voice.

Ilsa pointed at herself in disbelief: "Me?"

The black knight nodded slowly.

What does it have to do with her? It was Lester who did it!

Ilsa immediately looked around her, not knowing where to look. She was dumbfounded at this sight.

The moonlight was thin, and the air flowed silently in the night. Beside her, where Lester should have been standing, there was only the cold night wind.

Ilsa: "???"

Why is this guy missing? When did he disappear? Why don't I feel anything?

Ilsa quickly turned her brain and recalled what happened just now. She quickly discovered something was wrong.

Lester was beside her at the beginning, so why did he lip-sync to her instead of saying it directly? Could it be that at that time, he was slowly disappearing or becoming invisible, so he couldn't make a sound for others to notice?

The more Ilsa thought about it, the more she felt it was so, and even her fists became hardened.

"……Grass."

This bastard actually tricked me.

Ilsa cursed Lester secretly in her mind, turned her head and raised a false and innocent smile to the knight.

"I didn't do anything, I was just praying to God."

The knight's voice was low and cold: "What are you praying for?"

"Pray I won't be trampled to death by your horse," Ilsa said politely.

...sounds very angry.

The black knight was silent for a few seconds, then took off his cold helmet, revealing an unusually handsome face.

Under the messy black hair is a pair of clear blood eyes flowing with melting light. His skin is pale, and the cyan blood vessels are looming under the moonlight, adding a touch of gloom to him. Even though his face is expressionless, Ilsa can still feel him.

The unabashed arrogance and arrogance in his body made him seem like a born king, and his every move and every move revealed his arrogance and arrogance.

No wonder so many vampire girls like him.

"So you want to say that it was God who responded to you just now?" The knight narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint smile in his eyes.

But the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Probably." Ilsa said sincerely. "Maybe it's just that your horse is tired and you want to vent your tiredness."

"Oh? You seem to understand it very well." The knight raised his eyebrows, and his handsome features were even more profound under the moonlight.

Ilsa replied casually: "It's okay, I understand you very well."

Comparing the noble vampire prince, the beloved God of Eternal Night Illusion, and the brave and skilled Dark Knight with a horse is only what Ilsa can do. The surrounding vampire people all turned to her.

Ilsa remained indifferent to the murderous gaze and even flipped her hair.

If Rihel was just an ordinary aristocratic man, his inner thoughts now might be: Ha, what an interesting woman.

But it is a pity that Richel is not very interested in women. Although Ilsa's attitude does make him feel a little fresh, it does not arouse his competitiveness and desire to conquer. In fact, what is his interest in this woman?

How to stop his mount is more interesting.

He seems to be a strong man who can compete with him.

Richer looked at her unscrupulously with a scrutinizing gaze, and then moved down slightly, landing on Norma in front of her.

"Is this your child?" Rihel asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ilsa: "..."

Brother, what’s your look?

"Do you think it looks like it?" she couldn't help but ask.

Richer looked at Norma carefully, then at Ilsa's face, and concluded, "Not at all."

Then you still ask???

Ilsa: I was angry.

Rihel stared directly at Ilsa, as intently as if he were studying an unknown species.

"You are not a member of the blood race."

"Yes, yes, I am an alien." Ilsa nodded perfunctorily, pushed the timid Norma in front of Richel, and said, "This child is your subject, she was kidnapped.

, I just sent her back out of kindness. Now I leave her to you, and you must send her home safely, otherwise my trip will be in vain."

After saying that, Ilsa turned around to leave. At this time, she had forgotten about getting back her divine power. All she could think about was going to settle the score with that rotten Lester. Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a sudden voice behind her.

There was a sound that broke through the air, and before she could react, a long black whip was suddenly rolled around her waist.

"Sister Ilsa!" Norma exclaimed nervously.

Ilsa: "?"

Her body soared into the air at that moment, and before she even had time to experience the feeling of weightlessness, the next second, she accurately landed on the horse's back.

A pair of big hands covered with pitch-black armor wrapped around Ilsa's waist, and the cold male aura instantly enveloped her. She immediately turned her head and met Rihel's intense and transparent eyes like red pomegranates.

"I will send someone to take the child back. As for you, just come with me."

Ilsa: "???"

Isn't that right, sir? I'm just a bit mean-mouthed, I'm not breaking the law!

She immediately broke free, but Richel's strength was too great. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake him. Ilsa got tired of struggling, so she simply gave up struggling and leaned back, completely paralyzed.

"Are you sitting still?" Richel's deep voice sounded behind her ear.

Ilsa was weak and said: "If you want to walk, walk quickly. If you go faster, I can still catch some sleep."

Anyway, she must have been imprisoned in some kind of prison and awaiting retribution. She happened to be tired, so it was not impossible to just rest for two days.

"...Okay." Richel really smiled this time, and Ilsa could feel his true smile from his tone of voice and the slightly shaking chest behind her, "Then cover your mouth."

Ilsa: "?"

Cover your mouth? What’s the point?

Before she could ask any questions, Richer suddenly flicked the reins, and the black horse under the two of them immediately started galloping. Ilsa immediately felt what a real jolt was, and she hurriedly covered her mouth and swayed on the horse.

He looked like an epileptic patient.

Damn it, is this horse just seeking revenge? It's running so fast in a hurry to reincarnate!

Ilsa immediately turned her head to look at Rihel behind her fiercely. Rihel's expression was as usual and his eyes were smiling, "It was you who told me to go faster."

"Then I didn't let you..." Ilsa immediately covered her mouth mid-sentence, for fear of accidentally spitting it out.

"I saw that you could easily stop my horse, and I thought you were very powerful."

Compared with Ilsa, Rihel's voice was too smooth, so smooth that he could handle it with ease, and there was even a trace of undisguised disappointment, "So it's just like that."

——What did he say?

Ilsa was immediately angry. She threw away her hand angrily, and was about to lash out at Richer with all her strength when suddenly there was another jolt beneath her body. Her stomach was churning instantly, and before she could raise her hand, her stomach

Things came rushing up——

"vomit--"

She vomited on Rihel.
Chapter completed!