"I want to look for it too, but I don't know where to look for it. I don't know where my father is." Que'er looked at Yan Ziji with grievance and accused: "I lived in the castle as soon as I was born. There are so many brothers and sisters, and I know only a handful of them!"

In order to show his unwillingness and little anger, Que'er stretched out her fair palm and shook it hard in front of him.

"You only know these few more than one hundred?" Yan Ziqi felt quite incredible.

Que'er curled her mouth and said angrily: "Brother said I was young and didn't want to go out casually. Later, when I grew up, my father said that my brothers and sisters were too bad-minded and would not let me contact them. Those people were not afraid to come without the call from my father!"

So, she hasn't seen it before.

Her fair fingers were tucked together, and she lowered her head and looked pitiful. She could not tell at all that she had a little arrogant attitude before.

"What's your father's name?" Yan Ziqi figured it out. Some things are simple, maybe I really don't know. If you know the story before and after, you have to talk about the legendary father.

Que'er frowned and thought for a while, then said in a tangled manner: "My father's name is too long, with more than fifty words. His name is Abraham. I usually call him Ya. Well, it seems that his surname is Fanzhuo! He is a prince!"

Yan Ziji pursed his lips deeply, and a fly could be killed with his eyebrows. The words "Fan Zhuo" and "Prince" were constantly circulating in his mind. After getting the news from Dabao, he had been looking up information about vampires. The prince of the Fan Zhuo family is definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary prince, and what Fan Zhuo represents is, even those who do not understand vampires, they understand quite well.

The emperor of the blood clan can control the existence of the Presbyterian Church, and he cannot imagine what kind of existence it was.

He is not human, has a strong body and superpower, and is an existence that surpasses all creatures in this world. Just a vampire who has just been recognized by the prince is enough to become an existence that can kill him in seconds.

So, what kind of... ghost is Ya?

"Can't find it?" Yan Ziqi asked softly, perhaps even he himself didn't know what he was talking about.

Que'er was stunned, nodded, and said, "I don't know there are blood clans in this world. If he hadn't appeared, I wouldn't have known that there are blood clans here."

"Can't you contact him?"

Although Yan Ziqi did not say his name, Que'er understood who he was referring to as soon as he heard it.

"I can't contact you, I can only feel my brother's existence, my existence." Que'er finally realized that she had entered a misunderstanding. The only person who had contact with her would be alone. Even if she met her brother's brother, she could only say that she was just a person who had the same taste as her brother.

She was thinking too much.

Fortunately, she did not make the wrong choice at the beginning.

Thinking of this, Que'er smiled, "But I want to ask his father that the person who gave him the first one should know!"

Yan Ziji nodded, feeling helpless. He looked out the window with great confidence, not knowing what he should do. Those emotions that did not belong to him stimulated his senses. When he turned his head, his neck suddenly ached.

He waved his hand and asked Que'er to go back to his room to rest. He walked into the bathroom by himself, saw two red dots on his neck in front of the mirror, and his head was dizzy.
Chapter completed!