The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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First Embrace...

Hmm, those guys have such a narrow perspective. What's so great about becoming a vampire? Humans can cultivate and possess powers beyond nature in this world. There's absolutely no need to "worship foreign things" like that, right?

Moreover, the First Human Empire completely overwhelms the vampires. If all human nations were to unite, the dragons would be nothing; they would become the world's overlords.

However, it is clearly impossible to unite all of humanity. Even on Earth, a planet with a more advanced level of civilization, this is something that cannot be achieved by abandoning the system of supernatural powers.

Anyway, Leon doesn't care about Philippa's first embrace at all. Of course, if the first embrace were replaced with his first time, then Leon could reluctantly compromise himself.

"Very good, from now on you are my pet. You must behave well and don't make me feel bored."

Philippa was very satisfied with Leon's answer. Perhaps she was genuinely happy, as she put her hands behind her back and gently smiled her beautiful, delicate cherry lips.

"Then can you untie me now?"

Leon muttered in a very low voice.

"Well...of course."

Philippa smiled innocently. As soon as she finished speaking, the ropes on Leon's hands and feet suddenly seemed to come alive. They automatically detached from Leon and slid away on the smooth marble floor like snakes.

Leon could actually do this too, with simple object-moving magic, but his spirituality is currently restricted, preventing him from using supernatural powers.

Therefore, Leon cannot estimate Philippa's strength based on these factors.

However, Philippa's strength isn't that important a factor. After all, there are definitely other experts inside the castle. If I want to escape, the main force that will stop me is them. It seems unlikely that Philippa can stop me. Hmm... I feel.

After being freed from his restraints, Leon was finally able to stand up normally.

He twisted his body quickly, his bones cracking and popping, but he felt incredibly comfortable.

However, he completed the action very quickly. After all, Philippa was right in front of him watching, and Leon dared not appear too relaxed. Based on his understanding of Philippa, he knew that her happiness was mostly built on the suffering of others.

"Does it hurt?"

Philippa glanced at the purple welts on Leon's wrist where the rope had been tied, and then spoke casually.

"what?"

Leon didn't react in time.

"Tsk, serves him right."

Philippa was very dissatisfied with Leon's reaction, and her nonchalant expression immediately turned into one of disgust.

"Yeah, I deserve it."

Leon echoed.

"Human, besides writing poetry, what other talents do you have?"

Philippa asked curiously.

I can also sing, dance, rap, and play basketball!

This was the first thing Leon thought of when faced with this question, but of course he couldn't answer Philippa like that.

"I can also play the piano."

Leon paused slightly before replying that he knew Philippa loved music and literature, especially piano and poetry.

In short, try to please her by catering to her preferences.

There was no other way; to survive, I'd have to be her velvet ball for now.

"piano?"

As expected, Philippa's pretty face lit up with joy.

Chapter 8 was taken directly.

"Come with me."

Philippa gave Leon a slight nod, then walked to the door, gracefully bent down to change into her shiny black high heels, and left the room without looking back.

What could Leon do? If he wanted to survive, he could only do as much as Philippa wanted, so he didn't hesitate and followed her.

After changing into high heels, Philippa's height is barely close to 1.6 meters. To reach over 1.6 meters, unless she wears super high heels of 10 centimeters, there is still some distance to go.

Leon followed silently behind Philippa, watching the white ribbon tied into a bow at the slender waist of her gothic dress sway as she walked.

Looking at Philippa's 1.5-meter height from Leon's 1.8-meter perspective, he felt he instantly understood.

No wonder so many people like petite and pretty little girls.

The fact that lolis are beautiful girls is only a secondary reason. The main reason is that lolis can give people a petite and delicate feeling, making them look like a cute little kitten snuggling in your arms. This makes people want to protect them and hug them and pet them hard.

What's more, Philippa is the most lovable white-haired loli.

If it weren't for the fact that she would drain his blood, it would be hard for Leon, with his strong willpower, not to fall in love with such a delicate and pretty white-haired loli.

Following Philippa out of the small room, a spacious interior of a classical Western castle came into view.

The long corridors and stairwells connect with each other in a circular arc. Leaning on the railing, you can see the huge living room on the first floor and several charming vampire maids who are busy at work.

On the walls of the corridor, there are also many oil paintings of different styles.

These oil paintings are mostly night scenes, and none of them feature sunlight, suggesting that vampires really do hate the sun.

"If you want to live, hurry up and follow me. Don't forget, you're my toy now."

Seeing Leon following far behind her, looking around at his surroundings like a country bumpkin visiting the city, Philippa turned around, her teeth clenched, somewhat annoyed.

"Feel sorry."

Leon bowed slightly, feigning sincerity, and then quickly followed Philippa.

Philippa was right. His life was indeed in her hands. If she wanted, she could easily use her delicate, white fangs to pierce the carotid artery in his neck and drain him dry.

Therefore, keeping the vampire princess Philippa in check is Leon's top priority right now.

About half a minute later, Leon followed Philippa into a spacious room.

The walls of the room were covered with gleaming glass mirrors, and the floor was made of solid wood, which felt very comfortable and smooth to walk on, making it feel like a dance studio.

On the far left of the dance studio, there is a raised platform, on which sits a large piano with an exquisite and beautiful design, inlaid with agate stones.

Leon guessed that this must be their destination.

Sure enough, Philippa stopped in her tracks when she reached the piano. The gleaming piano and the radiant young girl then formed a stunning scene in Leon's eyes.

"You said you can play the piano, right? If you can play a piece that interests me, then I can give you a few more days of freedom. If not—your only value is the blood flowing in your veins."

Philippa tilted her fair, snow-white face slightly upwards, her rose-red eyes looking at Leon, and she chuckled mischievously.

As she spoke, her full, glossy red lips rose and fell, and her cute yet deadly little tiger teeth flashed in and out of Leon's eyes.

really,

The more beautiful a creature is, the more dangerous it often is.

Leon dared not succumb to Philippa's beauty, for he knew very well that he was merely fish on her chopping block.

At this moment, Philippa felt as if she were a hunter teasing a bird she had locked in an iron cage.

Leon gasped slightly, remaining silent. He was pondering how to move Philippa; at this point, refusing to play the piano was impossible.

"Ok?"

Seeing that Leon didn't move, Philippa urged him with a sharp look. Her eyes held more doubt than expectation; perhaps she just wanted to see Leon embarrass himself by playing a terrible piece, thus giving her a reason to play a cruel prank on him.

Although she didn't need a reason to play a prank on Leon, wouldn't that be more fun than just playing a prank directly? While she was killing Leon, she could also enjoy the clown Leon's comical performance.

At this moment, Leon was desperately digging into the original owner's memories of the piano, but to Leon's dismay, the original owner, that idiot, had no musical talent at all. He had taken piano lessons, but after slacking off for two days, he kept skipping classes.

Fortunately, the original owner didn't know how to play the piano, but Leon did.

However, Leon plays the piano on a modern planet!

I know absolutely nothing about the music of this world!

It's all over, it's all over, it's all over.

Under Philippa's urging gaze, Leon forced himself to walk to her side, pretending to be calm. He then slowly pulled out the sofa chair under the piano stand and sat down in front of the piano, which was inlaid with various gems and sparkled.

After Leon sat down, Philippa quickly sat down on another sofa chair to the right of the piano.

She was very close to Leon, no more than two meters away. At this distance and position, she could see Leon's profile and his long, slender fingers resting on the piano keys without any obstruction.

Oh my god,

Why are there such beautiful humans?

It was I who was in this dark, ancient castle.

Haven't we seen a normal human male in a long time?

Why do I find this guy so handsome?

Are all the noble sons of that wretched human empire of Fchester of such high quality?

Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, Baron.

Baron should be the lowest rank in Fchester, right?

Unlike the nervous Leon, Philippa was very relaxed, even somewhat pleased. As she carefully observed Leon's profile, she felt increasingly reluctant to drain this human dry.

This made Philippa's thoughts even clearer: she wanted to give her first embrace to Leon, turn him into a vampire, make him her most loyal servant, have him kneel and lick her toes every day, and then affectionately call her master.

"Whoo~"

After carefully examining the piano, Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the pianos in this world are almost identical to those on modern Earth.

In that case, my next steps should be fine.

As Leon's hands caressed the flawless, long piano keys, a strange bitterness suddenly welled up inside him.

He hadn't touched a piano in a long time.

Back in junior high, he also had a dream of becoming a musician. To that end, he studied piano with his distant cousin from Hawaii for nearly seven years and even tried writing lyrics and composing music himself.

He was supposed to go to a music academy, but reality often makes people become what they hate. Leon was never lucky. An accident forced him to deviate from his musical dreams and become a science and engineering guy with a head full of mechanical systems, losing a lot of hair at a young age.

I wonder if I'll ever be able to play it again.

What piece should we play?

What if I can't win Philippa's heart?

What kind of music would Philippa like?

Leon was in a bit of a dilemma.

Fortunately, Philippa, who was sitting next to Leon, did not rush to urge him to play. She just watched him quietly. Leon did not know what she was thinking, but he knew without guessing that the thoughts in her head could not be anything good.

Of course, since she didn't urge him, he didn't need to be in a hurry.

As the saying goes, "sharpening your axe won't delay your work," it's much better to prepare properly before starting than to grit your teeth and rush into it.

After quickly calming his restless mind, Leon went through in his mind the pieces he could currently play completely, as well as the personality traits of little Philippa. After about half a minute of contemplation, he finally had an answer in his heart.

However, this answer is unlikely to satisfy Philippa; the key still lies in taking a gamble.

In this world, gambling on luck is Leon's greatest fear.

But given the current situation, what other options does Leon have if he doesn't gamble?

She couldn't escape, and if she didn't play the instrument, it would mean she had been lying all along. If that happened, Philippa would feel deceived, and given her personality, she would probably drain her dry.

Leon didn't want to be drained dry by vampires and die; that would be too gruesome a death.

A true man stands between heaven and earth; even if he is to die, it must be in a glorious way. To become food for vampires?! How can it be so stifling and meaningless!

With that thought in mind, Leon gave himself another pep talk, and then his fingertips finally touched the first key.

As the first note rang out, Leon felt as if his long-lost youthful exuberance had returned. Relying on the muscle memory that had been etched into his bones from his repeated practice when he studied in "Hawaii," Leon's fingertips danced like sprites on the keys, moving faster and faster.

Philippa, sitting to the side, was initially surprised when she saw Leon's skillful movements.

Judging from Leon's hesitant and indecisive manner, she guessed that this guy was probably only a novice, maybe he could play the piano, but only knew the basics.

However, to her surprise, Leon seemed to be a master! His gameplay was so smooth and fluid; he must have practiced for at least two and a half years!

Also, what's the story behind this moving melody?