Ming’an said, “The previous head of the Yan family was named Yan Luo. She was Yan Bai’s grandmother.”
“Yan Luo was a woman?”
“Indeed. Female family heads are quite rare in vampire history.” Ming’an stroked his chin and sighed. “You could say Yan Luo was something of a legendary woman.”
“Oh, really?” Fengguang looked at him with cool, narrowed eyes.
He paused, then quickly added, “I swear to you, I never had any thoughts about her. Yan Luo died over six hundred years ago. I’m not interested in some old woman like that.”
“Right—you’re only interested in beach girls,” Fengguang said dryly, pinching his waist again.
Ming’an winced but didn’t dare show it.
Ever since Fengguang had officially moved in, she’d spent an entire day cleaning up his messy house. Then she’d stayed up all night hunting down every beauty magazine he’d hidden around the place, tossing them all into the trash and hauling them downstairs to burn.
Some of them had been rare limited editions. Even now, Ming’an’s heart still ached when he thought about it.
But since he’d decided to keep Fengguang by his side, he’d already accepted that he might have to lose those treasured collections. You win some, you lose some—and what he’d gained was far more precious than what he’d lost.
Pulling her into his arms and smoothing her hair, Ming’an said in an exaggeratedly mature tone, “With you around, Fengguang, I’m completely focused. Those beach girls are a thing of the past.”
“Hmph, you and your sweet talk,” she said, sitting on his waist and bending down to grab his chin. “Hurry up and keep telling me about Yan Luo.”
That assertive gesture… she looked ridiculously cute doing it.
Ming’an’s eyes curved with a smile as he obediently continued.
Back in her day, Yan Luo had been a pureblood vampire. Even as a student, she stood out—she was not only beautiful but possessed abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. Her power was terrifying: she could control blood—other people’s blood.
Imagine facing her as an enemy. Before you could even get close, she could simply curl her finger and pull all the blood out of your body. Wasn’t that a horrifying ability?
Because of that, she seized the position of head of the Yan family for herself, and the entire vampire world feared her. Over six hundred years ago, it was largely because of Yan Luo that the Yan family reached the peak of its power and glory.
There was no doubt—Yan Luo was a genius among vampires. But geniuses often do things others can’t understand.
As the number of missing pureblood vampires slowly increased, the Elders’ Council took notice. Because purebloods were so important, the Council poured all its resources into investigating. In the end, they discovered countless corpses in the Deep Marsh—and all the evidence pointed to Yan Luo as the killer.
Yan Luo wasn’t an ordinary pureblood noble. Her power was overwhelming, and in desperation, the Elders’ Council sought help from the Hunters’ Association. The Association sent their strongest hunters to work alongside the Council’s forces. After suffering extremely heavy casualties, they finally managed to bring Yan Luo to justice.
Fengguang listened, completely absorbed. “And then? The Elders’ Council executed her?”
“On the day she was supposed to be executed, her heart suddenly disappeared,” Ming’an said, stroking her hair. “The Council had no choice but to destroy the rest of her body.”