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9.9 Billion Bride

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption. "The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise." Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?! Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

Mo Xiaotao · Général
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1296 Chs

052: Ask from me - it depends on your performance (6)

The horse estate in front of them was quite splendid, with green grasslands stretching for tens of miles, like prairies. Upon it were located horse racecourses, equestrian venues, and polo fields, which exuded a grandeur atmosphere.

Tara Summer gazed in a trance, owning such a horse estate. The Yancey family really had noble blood. In her impression, didn't those British nobles and royalty also love equestrian sports?

She had heard that Master Liam inherited his title. On the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, he had become a Duke of Northern Europe. It was only natural that he liked horse racing.

Clip-clop-clip-clop. As she pondered, a series of hoofbeats sounded. Tara Summer turned her head only to feel a whirlwind rush past -- a chestnut horse with a high head appeared before her eyes.

The stallion, over two meters high, neighed, its nose puffing with breath, and stopped with a stamp of its hoof. Tara Summer jumped back, looking up at the tall figure on the horse's back.