My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 346 - 121. The Grand Duchess of Blood Vultures is a coward! _2

Chapter 346: 121. The Grand Duchess of Blood Vultures is a coward! _2

Several seconds later, the newly appointed Duchess of the Blood Vulture Clan was stomping her feet angrily on the spot, shouting:

"How could you, Murphy! You’ve practically emptied the Sacred Blood pool, haven’t you? With just the pouch you’re carrying, you have at least thirty vials of Source Blood. I have every reason to believe that you have even more Pure Source Blood hidden somewhere else!

This is the family’s sacred relic! You little bugger!

Hand it over!

With it, the Blood Vulture Clan can grow its membership swiftly without any risk."

"No, I refuse. I risked my life to procure these, you can’t just take them all,"

Murphy retorted, clutching his pouch of Spiritual Energy and stepping back as he spoke:

"I’ve consulted Palano. He said the Blood Vulture Clan could recoup the lost Sacred Blood from the mysterious origin: the Scarlet Holy Ground, during the ’Sacred Blood Seal’ ritual beginning next year. Can’t you just go then and bring back some? Couldn’t the Source Blood I’ve collected serve as our private reserve?!

This is the Holy Origin relic! A real treasure! Who wouldn’t want it?"

"You! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Seeing Murphy’s determination, the new Duchess stomped her foot in rage, dropping all the unique elegance and majesty she previously displayed. She spoke angrily:

"Ever since the Sacred Blood circulation begun, throughout the vampires’ thousand-year existence there hasn’t been a single vampire, like you Murphy, who has shown such disrespect to the items of Origin! I know you despise the rules of the Blood Vulture Clan, but you must at the very least respect our ancient and sacred principle. If Lord Pa Ying or any other Vampire Clan Leader found out that you’ve accumulated so much Source Blood, it would mean death for you first, questions afterward!

We are Blood Vultures!

We need to follow the rules."

"But you’re the Duchess, and I’m her descendant!"

countered Murphy:

"Isn’t what we say the new rule? We used to be marginalized and oppressed by the clan rules. Now, even after we’ve become Clan Leaders and Earls, we’re still bound by these rules. Isn’t all of our hard work then in vain?"

"You’re young. You don’t understand, these ancient rules not only bind us but also protect us."

Cui Si sighed.

She didn’t bring up the matter of the Source Blood anymore, simply shaking her head helplessly and turning around to pack up and leave. She planned to go back to her "Duchess Tent" to rest and contemplate the night’s events.

Murphy watching Cui Si packing up and preparing to leave then suddenly said:

"Er... Cui Si... about that thing you wanted me to think carefully about—our relationship—I think I’ve figured it out."

"Hm? That was quick."

Cui Si, eager to leave, wanted to avoid spending unnecessary time alone with Murphy during this "cooling-off period" so as not to influence his decision-making process.

"I think you should spend more time... um..."

His response was a passionate kiss.

By the time Cui Si felt something was coming, Murphy had already wrapped his arms around her slim waist, pulling her whole body toward him. As the nineteen-year-old vampire closed in, their lips met with Cui Si’s widened pupils staring in surprise.

Their lips meeting was enough, no more words needed.

Through his actions, without manipulation of the binding contract, Murphy demonstrated his newly reestablished impression of Cui Si and his ultimate decision regarding their relationship.

It was sudden.

So sudden that the Duchess of the Blood Vultures felt overwhelmed.

This situation, which was somewhat contrary to the gloomy style of the vampires, was not among those she had anticipated.

Her instinct was to push Murphy away.

But her initial struggle quickly weakened under his overt passionate intentions, consequently her actions grew gentle, even accommodating.

The pent-up emotions from relying on each other for the past year now exploded in her heart.

Images of Murphy taking care of her and their playful jokes during brief moments of intimacy filled her mind.

Entwined in a golden light, the two lives, with complicated ties, kissed. The passage of time acknowledged through the wrap of an arm and the touch of lips. Then, as the Duchess felt the awkward stroke of her tongue against Murphy’s under his guide, she suddenly came to her senses.

Chao! What was she doing?!

Feeling her struggle, Murphy gently released her.

He wasn’t one of those eager young virgins. His experiences in his past and present life - spanning more than forty years - taught him to be gentle and considerate at a time like this.

"This is my answer."

Murphy wiped the blood from his lips.

Cui Si’s kissing skills could not be described as clumsy. In fact, the correct term would be inexistent. It’s inappropriate to say, but when she gave in to her feelings, Murphy felt as if a small piglet had clamped onto his mouth.

There were no techniques involved.

Just raw emotions...

With Cui Si’s expression complicated, Murphy combed his messy hair back and told her:

"I initially thought that once the influence of the binding contract was cut off, I wouldn’t fall for you in the same way a Blood Descendant would for their leader. But facts have shown that I seemed to have oversimplified the matter - after all, heart-throbbing moments are not quite reasonable."