“It tastes bad.”

Oswald looked like he was about to spit out and stared at Wen Ying in disbelief. “What did you do?”

The bitter and astringent taste spreads on the tip of the tongue, which is a new experience for vampires who taste the same wax no matter what they eat. He cannot even determine whether this taste is called bitter. The blood he drank from the cup still had only an astringent taste, but this time it was a burning bitter taste lingering in his mouth like medicine.

He resisted the urge to retch.

The girl lying on the bed is very beautiful, her appearance has a mysterious and sweet oriental color, her face is like a bright moon, her lips are like water chestnut, and her silky black hair is flowing on the pillow. However, her pale cheeks have no trace of blood color, and she has lost seven points of beauty, like an uncolored puppet doll.

At this moment, she moved her lips, her pale lips suffused with purple, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito or a fly.

Oswald didn’t hear clearly, and Winston’s tall, slender figure tilted slightly. “I think Miss Wen said, ‘I’m hungry.'”

Oswald: “……”

Who is the hungry one? !

Wen Ying was worried about offending the other party and didn’t speak again.

The reason for the blood changes is precisely what she did.

That’s a food converter she pulled from the long river of Jinjiang. It’s targeted at food, allowing chefs to infuse their emotions into cooking delicious food, truly fulfilling the line in tearjerking inspirational movies and TV dramas: ‘When you’re happy, the things you make can also make people feel happy.'”. Z942121 reminded her that this prop also has an effect on special groups.

It’s very interesting, and Wen Ying is just a reminder of her own situation. She’s also a food ingredient for vampires, so she tries to transform the sadness in her body into her blood. Unexpectedly, she really succeeded. Her blood may have become even harder to drink than balsam pear juice.

Now, at least this one will not have any “non partisan thoughts” on her for the time being.

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“I don’t want to drink this inferior blood anymore, it’s worse than a blood bag,” Oswald said gloomily as expected. “Tell William that he even meant to ‘bribe’ me with such inferior blood. I can’t believe I agree with him!”

“Okay, my lord,” said Winston, “I think maybe proper eating can help improve her blood quality. After all, before that, you once exclaimed, ‘Her warm and fragrant blood is much more delicious than cold blood bags.’ Perhaps, as Miss Wen said, it’s only because she’s hungry that the quality of her blood changes. ‘”

“Shut up!” Oswald said angrily. “Can’t you keep the moderation for another second without my permission?”

Winston leaned forward. “Of course.”

Oswald’s face turned pale when he was hungry, but he eventually accepted Oswald’s proposal and left with a sentence, “Feed her well.” The blood he drinks all year round is a blood bag provided by the hospital. Depending on the health status of the population, the quality can vary, but the blood stored by low-temperature technology is not as delicious as the fresh and delicious blood just extracted from the human body.

So he didn’t immediately give up his “human blood bag” with Osmond.

“Then, what does Miss Wen want to eat?” Winston asked gently and politely.

“……all.” Her dizziness made her temporarily unable to think of any specific food, and the only thing she could think of was fried bat meat.

But she dare not say such words.

“Everything? Humans are incredible.”

Winston sighed, after all, for vampires, the only thing that can enter their system is blood. He gave her a meaningful look before following Oswald away.

The death crisis has been temporarily lifted.

The food in Country Y is not as good as the various delicacies that Wen Ying had eaten in the previous world in terms of appearance and taste, but it is not without delicious food. For hungry people, things that have a clean appearance, moderate salty sweetness, and also contain calories are already supreme delicacies. With a weak stomach and unable to fully digest, Wen Ying could only painfully restrain her appetite and eat slowly.

It wasn’t that the original owner did not eat here, but only a few times. The people in the ancient castle turned the clock upside down, and the time at night was shorter than during the day. Only one or two meals were needed. If the original owner cannot make ends meet, she will naturally become increasingly weak.

Alicia appeared as Wen Ying looked out of the window. Looking down from the tower, she can see a pool of spring water on the grassland in the courtyard. The center of the spring water reflects the beauty of the ancient castle, and the floating anemones arch the ancient castle in the water like bustling clouds. Regardless of the gloomy owner of the castle, the castle, which has gone through time, is like a wise and charming old gentleman, making people indulge in his charm.

Alicia interrupted her thoughts.

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