The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (74)
Moore looked upon her with cold eyes, but then suddenly, he picked up a glass of wine.
“If what you say is true, then drink this.”
Bai Weiwei had no fear. “Is it poisoned wine? That’s good too. Eating a delicious Last Supper, it can be considered a good death.”
With that, she downed the wine, without any hesitation at all.
Moore’s gaze was glued to her, but he couldn’t detect the slightest hint of fear.
There truly were humans who didn’t fear death.
After drinking, Bai Weiwei began to feel dizzy.
She weakly fell to the floor, powerlessly looking up at Moore.
System: “The drink is a truth serum. You’ll tell the truth after drinking it.”
Bai Weiwei frowned. “How effective is it?”
System: “Who do you think is the most beautiful person in this world.”
Bai Weiwei: “Me.”
Direct and clear, completely lacking pretense.
System: “The truth serum’s effectiveness makes your answers this candid.”
Basically, whatever the other person asked, she would answer, without any falsehoods.
The system boasted proudly, “My magic power is boundless. I’ll give you a mental buff so you aren’t affected by this stuff.”
Bai Weiwei was wary. “How much life value.”
System: “…Three days.”
Moore had already begun to interrogate. “What position are you in the rebel army?”
The blood slave of a prince-rank must definitely be in a high position.
A dazed expression appeared on Bai Weiwei’s face. Finally, she responded, “What is the rebel army?”
Moore: “…”
What the hell, didn’t you appear at the rebel army meeting?
How could you not know what the rebel army is?
Moore sensed that something was wrong. “Why did you show up at the rebel army’s meeting that day?”
Bai Weiwei frowned, seeming to be resisting something. But her struggle was only for a moment before she finally gave in and answered weakly, “I was scared and could only run away from him, but I didn’t know where to go. Then I saw people in cloaks and masks running past, so I followed them.”
Moore raised a brow. “Going with any random stranger, not afraid of death?”
Bai Weiwei mumbled helplessly, “After falling in love with that rotten vampire, I wanted to die. I’d rather die than let him know I like him.”
Moore: “Like who?”
Bai Weiwei was silent for a moment. Tears suddenly flowed down. “That bastard who drank my blood, how could I like him.”
Moore: “…”
Got filled with ice-cold dog food. He came here to interrogate a criminal, not to hear a girl’s secret confession of love.
Bai Weiwei cried, “I hate him, I hate all vampires. You killed my mom and dad, I hate you to death.”
Moore: “…”
Bai Weiwei: “Why do I like him? He doesn’t even look at me, and he locks me up and abuses me like this…”
Moore silently covered his ears.
Go away, he doesn’t eat this kind of dog food. He is also a dignified single bat!
So at the end of the interrogation, Bai Weiwei was ruled to be a fragile human girl who had hatred against Blood Kin, but hadn’t taken any harmful actions against Blood Kin.
And was also a pitiful little thing who liked her master.
She wasn’t a big fish in the rebel army at all, much less a damned spy.
If the spy was this kind of mentally deficient girl whose brain was full of pink bubbles, the rebel army was done for.
Discouraged, Moore touched her face with some pity. “Although I know you aren’t a rebel, you have enmity with us. And Arthur’s thoughts of you have changed, so you should die ba.”
