CHAPTER 793: CHAPTER 793: LIVING FOR A THOUSAND OR EIGHT HUNDRED YEARS IS NO BIG DEAL

Afterward, Qianxun and Ruan Mianmian leisurely left the scene.

Once they had departed, Carlos let out a long sigh of relief, then picked up the blood he had drunk halfway earlier and gulped it down voraciously.

After downing the cup of blood, Carlos’s complexion finally improved.

At that moment, the steward still lying on the ground called out for help, "Lord Earl..."

Hearing this, Carlos remembered his servant and walked over, removing the silver cross from his heart.

With the cross removed, the steward’s distorted face eased somewhat, then he struggled to reach under the dining table and opened a bottle of fresh blood to drink.

After a while, the steward looked at Carlos with lingering fear and asked, "Lord Earl, what shall we do next? Are you really going to become Su Qianxun’s servant?"

The title of Earl was nothing but a designation from the Queen to her subject; in reality, his master was a Prince of the Vampire lineage with supreme authority among the Blood Clan.

How could such an esteemed master be a servant to a demon?

Hearing the steward’s words, Carlos shook his head and said, "Su... No, the master has great abilities. I can’t resist. As for this matter, don’t let the others in our clan know about it for now. I can’t afford to lose face."

But to resist Su Qianxun was an impossibility.

Although he had mostly been in a passive position and had not fought her directly before, he could ascertain that he was no match for Su Qianxun!

For such a demon, did he have any choice but to submit?

But when had Huaxia ever harbored such a powerful member of the Demon Clan?

After much contemplation, all Carlos could do was heave a sigh and then say, "We’ll just have to take it one step at a time! After all, the Blood Clan has eternal life; the Demon Clan’s lifespan is limited. I refuse to believe I can’t outlive her!"

Once he outlived Su Qianxun, perhaps... he could regain his freedom, right?

If Qianxun knew of Carlos’s thoughts at this moment, she would only tell him three words—wishful thinking!

At least with her current strength, living another millennium or two was trivial.

Furthermore, although it was the End of Dharma now, who’s to say one day the Earth wouldn’t revert to its previous state of abundant Spiritual Energy?

By then, she could live even longer!

...

Upon returning to her hotel room, Ruan Mianmian was still exhilarated, "Sister-in-law, how did you subdue Carlos? His combat level is really powerful."

"Isn’t being stronger than him enough? Is the plane ticket booked?" Qianxun inquired.

At those words, Ruan Mianmian immediately snapped to attention, "Booked!"

"That’s good, I’m going to take a shower first," Qianxun said.

She entered the bathroom and washed off the blood and scent that clung to her body.

The next morning, Qianxun boarded a flight back to Yanjing City.

By the time she returned, the admission notice from Yanjing University had just arrived at home.

Instead of choosing her family’s S city address for the mailing address, she chose the house where Su He currently lived.

And after the notice arrived, Su He was so excited he could hardly wait to open it to see what it looked like.

But since it was his sister’s admission notice, though he was eager, Su He held onto it without opening the envelope, waiting for Qianxun to come back and do it herself.

...

As Qianxun had emerged victorious in "I’m a Supermodel" this season, the media speculated she would return today. To obtain firsthand interview materials, a considerable number of entertainments reporters had thus come to the airport lobby.