Ye Mo, who was relatively close, took three steps back and showed a look of utter surprise on her face.
"What, am I too handsome again?"
"Don't fall for me, I'm the legend you'll never obtain."
Under the gaze of hundreds of onlookers, the first to catch the charred corpse was actually a handsome man three meters tall.
His skin was like it was coated with a layer of moon frost, not only sickly pale but also emanating a bone-chilling coldness.
But no matter what, even though he was half a body taller than the average human, his charm was unstoppable.
He had a charming smile like the afternoon sun and golden hair undulating like the waves.
His black suit was tailored to perfection, without a single wrinkle, as if ironed every day, with attention to detail.
A pair of shiny, pointed-toe black boots, a thick black cloak... If one sniffed carefully, one could still smell the scent of roses remaining in the air where he had passed.
"The vampire prince... Lord Bertnar..."
