Chen Yang's voice fell, and soon an old man's voice came.

"This Chinese girl is sixteen years old and a virgin. Her blood is the purest delicacy, so it's a way to welcome our guests.

Chen Yang looked to the sound, but at the left side door of the restaurant, Wallace helped an old man in a bright yellow robe.

The old man had white hair and wrinkles on his face. He came with his back bent over his shoulder and his old age.

Chen Yang-ke never dared to underestimate such an old fellow. The original master Stuart gave him a lively course.

"This is our Royal Highness, Prince Solor."...