Life Is Like a Play, All Depends on Acting

Xu Cong left the tavern in high spirits, completely unaware that a shadowy figure was quietly watching him from a nearby rooftop.

"A vampire! Is he a native of this world, or was he created by a System Host?"

As the night wind swept through his long black hair, Ian Song mused silently.

With a thought, a deep starry sky appeared above his head, stars twinkling—beautiful and mesmerizing.

After a long while, Ian withdrew his Star-Fate Divination technique, his expression darkening. He couldn't glean any information about the target. There were only two possibilities: first, the other party possessed some heaven-veiling method or artifact; second, the target was a System Host of at least one star.

"Well, that's fine by me. I'll just take my time playing with you!"

With a flicker, Ian vanished from where he stood.

Xu Cong had just arrived home when he sensed a terrifying aura that made him shudder. Looking over, he saw a pure and sweetly dressed beautiful woman sitting on his living room sofa—the very mistress who had turned him into a vampire.

"Greetings, Master!" Xu Cong bowed deeply.

Liza Yale nodded in satisfaction. "You've made great progress. I assume you've developed quite a few descendants by now?"

"Reporting to Master, I developed twelve new descendants today," Evan Xu said, brimming with pride.

"Feeling pretty pleased with yourself, are you?" Liza Yale asked coldly.

Evan Xu was startled and quickly replied, "I wouldn’t dare!"

"You really don’t have anything to be proud of. Out of my twelve blood slaves, your results only rank eighth," Liza said bluntly.

Hearing Liza’s dismissive words, Evan Xu felt a surge of motivation in his heart. "Please rest assured, Master. Tomorrow I’ll develop even more descendants!" he promised earnestly.

A faint smile appeared on Liza’s face. "Very good. I hope you won’t disappoint me, because I do have high hopes for you," she said.

After seeing Liza off, Evan Xu finally let out a sigh of relief. Being in front of his Master always put him under constant pressure.

Once she’d checked on the situation with all twelve blood slaves, Liza was fairly satisfied. After all, they’d already created nearly two hundred fifth-generation vampires.

Since her blood slaves were performing decently, she decided to go out and make a few new ones herself.

The street was dim and nearly deserted.

As a third-generation Vampire Clan viscount, Liza had her own standards. She only chose young, handsome men as blood slaves; anyone old or unattractive didn’t even catch her eye.

That was why she’d only developed twelve blood slaves last night.

"Wow, what a handsome guy!"

Suddenly, Liza’s eyes lit up. She’d spotted a man with an extraordinary bearing and strikingly handsome features walking toward her. At first glance, she felt a powerful urge to make him her blood slave.

"Ouch."

Just as the two brushed past each other, Liza, in her high heels, suddenly staggered and fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

"Miss, are you alright?"

The handsome man turned back, a bit flustered, and asked with concern.

"I twisted my ankle. Can you help me up?" Liza clutched her ankle, looking pitiful.

"Let me help you up," the handsome young man said, reaching out to steady her by the shoulder. He helped her to her feet, but as soon as she stood, she cried out again and collapsed into his arms: "My ankle hurts so much, I can’t stand!"

"What should we do? Let me take you to the hospital," the handsome man suggested.

"No, that’s not necessary. Just take me back to my hotel—I have some medicinal liquor there for sprains," Liza said, looking at him with pleading eyes.

The handsome man hesitated for a moment, his expression uncertain.

"What, you’re not willing to take me back? It’s fine, I can go by myself!" Liza said, pushing away from him. Then, balancing on one foot, she started hopping forward. With every step, her face twisted with pain, and after a few hops, her eyes were already brimming with tears.

Seeing this, the handsome man quickly let go of his hesitation and rushed over to support her by the arm. "I’ll take you back to your hotel," he said.

"Thank you, sir. You really are a good person," Liza said gratefully.

"It’s nothing. I’m sure anyone would do the same," the handsome man replied, a little embarrassed.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly frowned and suggested, "How about I carry you on my back?"

"Thank you so much!" Liza replied with a shy smile.

He squatted down and let Liza climb onto his back.