The Blood Race geniuses present all wore different expressions.
A few of them could not help feeling somewhat bitter.
That was their goddess.
Yet before the Blood Son, she did not even dare say a word. She was so cautious, looking so wronged—it truly made their hearts ache.
Their hearts were filled with confusion.
Where was the proud, aloof goddess from before?
Damn it!
If the other party had not been the Blood Son, they would definitely have fought for their goddess.
Sob sob sob~ Blood Son, please scold her more gently.
As the parties involved, the Blood God Clone and You Feilia had no idea about the elaborate inner thoughts of certain Blood Race geniuses.
Even if they had known, they would not have cared.
Because...
It had nothing to do with them!
Just a few simps!
Elsewhere, Xue Erman, the Advanced Demon Emperor Level Peak being, also realized something at this moment, and his gaze flickered slightly.
He knew that the Brujah Clan had a good relationship with the Blood Son, and he also knew that the higher-ups were trying to win over this Blood Son.
They had spared no expense in resources for this, and even the Demon Lord regarded him differently.
Under normal circumstances, he definitely would not have clashed with this Blood Son.
But the situation was different now.
He could not help feeling anxious. Coupled with the Blood Son's arrogant and unpleasant attitude just now, he had been unable to hold back from speaking.
Now that he thought about it, he could not help regretting it.
If he caused the Blood Son to distance himself from the Brujah Clan, then he would be a sinner. The Demon Lord would definitely not let him off.
*Damn it, wasn't he going to be punished by the