The Girl Who Reincarnated as a Vampire Heiress

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

They did not linger long on the plane. The Mainland No.1 Military Academy was established on an isolated island.

The island was very big. It had its own airfield with planes belonging not just to the Vampire race parked on it.

When Chloe got off, she saw there was another plane next to theirs. The people who got off that plane were very good looking one after another, with fair skin and pointy ears. They also had a pair of beautiful wings on their backs.

Different from the dark, murky bat wings of the vampires, their wings were especially translucent and colorful, very pretty.

Chloe stared at them curiously. One of them noticed her gaze and snorted arrogantly from his nose, straightening his back and walking away haughtily.

Seeing this, Chloe raised her brows: "They are?"

"The Elf race," Anderson answered behind her. "The Elf race is inherently arrogant, and also very disciplined."

When he said the last sentence, Anderson was implying something.

Chloe looked at him unhappily: "What, you mean we Vampires have no discipline?"

Anderson stopped.

Vampire cubs passed by them from time to time. They were curious about everything here, even wanting to touch the plane.

The Vampire cubs on the Vampire airfield were a mess, in stark contrast to the Elves who lined up neatly across from them.

Chloe: "......"

Anderson also did not speak, but his meaning was already very clear.

Having no other choice, Chloe reached out and grabbed a cub who wanted to touch the plane, pulling him behind her and scolding fiercely: "Stand properly!"

The cub was a little confused, and wanted to retort instinctively, but immediately closed his mouth upon sensing the familiar aura.

The majestic aura unique to the Vampire royal family soon permeated the entire airfield. For vampires, they may mistake their own parents, but they would never mistake the royal bloodline.

Soon, the scattered Vampire cubs approached Chloe one after another, and lined up neatly by themselves.

These were all nobles who were pampered at home. They disliked each other, but didn't dare show it in front of Chloe, obediently standing in line.

Seeing this, Chloe was very satisfied.

Yavi was a step slower, so he was in the back of the line, quite a distance from Chloe.

He tiptoed trying to see Chloe. He saw that Anderson guy was not in line, but standing upright in the position closest to Chloe's side and back.

Yavi was immediately jealous.

He wanted to leave the line and go to Chloe's side and back too, but as soon as he moved, the aura that had just quieted down quickly stirred up and rushed at Yavi.

He had to stand still, afraid the aura would kill him, while staring fiercely at the back of Anderson's head.

Damn, what kind of demon is this guy?

Not long after, several more planes arrived and parked on the apron.

They belonged to the Human race and the Werewolf race respectively.

Chloe looked over and found that the Human children, about twelve or thirteen years old, stood very straight with resolute expressions. The one leading them at the front had an Asian face and looked very steady.

Seeing her curiosity, Anderson explained to her from behind: "The innate physical fitness of the Human race is inferior to other races, so they train from an early age. These twelve or thirteen year old cubs actually already have military academy experience."

"As for the Werewolves," Anderson paused, lowering his voice, "they are a group of simple-minded, physically strong beasts."

Hearing this, Chloe became interested.

Simple-minded and physically strong, what does that mean?

But even without Anderson explaining, Chloe soon felt it for herself.

Because the Werewolves had gotten off the plane.

Among the four races, they were visibly the most undisciplined. Groups of Werewolves walked shoulder to shoulder, discussing what they would eat tonight.

One Werewolf even stuck up his middle finger at the Vampire line, his expression provocative.

The Vampire line quickly became restless. Chloe called out from the front in time: "Quiet!"

Hearing her voice, the cubs settled down, but they all stared fiercely at the Werewolves not far away.

Werewolves and Vampires had always been at odds, it was like an innate instinct engraved in their DNA.

When that Werewolf provoked them, this thought arose in Chloe's mind.

Seeing this scene, the Werewolf realized the leader of the Vampires this year was that petite, pretty little girl at the front.

He grinned and made a throat slitting gesture, arrogantly saying:

"I didn't expect the Vampires to bring such a little doll as their leader this year. Don't get too scared and start bawling when we get on the training ground..."

Before he could finish speaking, without waiting for Chloe's reaction, a sharp sound suddenly came from the front as a blade cut through the air. Then, a long whip fiercely lashed the Werewolf's body!

This whip strike was extremely powerful. The Werewolf let out a painful howl.

Everyone immediately looked in the direction the whip was flung from.

It was a woman in military academy uniform. She was tall and had a cold, elegant face. The corners of her lips curled into a mocking arc as she slowly said:

"It seems the Werewolves this year are still a bunch of blockheads who can only win by brute force."

Hearing this, the Werewolves were furious: "What do you mean?!"

The woman looked at them: "Literal meaning."

One of the Werewolves could not stand it and rushed out to take the woman down.

But before he got close, his ankles were looped by the long whip. The woman leisurely pulled back and the Werewolf fell heavily to the ground.

That wasn't the end of it. The woman raised her hand high and lashed the whip forcefully onto the Werewolf's back.

Suddenly, howls echoed throughout the entire apron.

Lash after lash, even drawing blood, before the woman finally stopped. Her expression was disgusted: "Every year there are foolish Werewolves who have to pay for their actions."

She raised her hand to tidy her collar, stepping over the Werewolf, whether dead or alive unknown, and slowly walked over:

"I am called Ren Yunying. I am your head instructor for this term. From now on, no matter your status or position before, no matter how much admiration or respect you enjoyed, it all becomes void before me!"

As she spoke, her gaze fell heavily on the Elves.

But soon, she moved her eyes away and continued with her hands behind her back: "You've seen what happens when you disobey the head instructor's orders."

Ren Yunying's black military boots stepped on the half dead Werewolf's body, the corners of her lips slightly upturned: "Punishments range from confinement and reflection to flogging, govern yourselves accordingly."

No one dared to even breathe loudly. That earlier flogging was truly fierce. Even the physically tough Werewolves bled all over the floor. This was the No.1 Military Academy instructor giving the new students a show of might.

Now it seemed to be very effective.

Ren Yunying was very satisfied. Her gaze swept over the four leaders.

The Elves were still haughty, the Humans calm and collected, the Werewolves ashen-faced, the Vampires... the Vampire leader was not even looking at her.

Ren Yunying: "......"

She followed the girl's line of sight and found her gaze was actually on her whip.

At this time, Chloe was lost in thought, a hint of madness flashing in her eyes —

This whip was truly fierce. It was woven from black rope, covered densely with firm barbs that lightly hooked. Being lashed with this whip would tear out flesh as well as cause pain and itchiness.

What would it feel like to whip someone with this? What would it feel like to be whipped by it?

Ren Yunying could even see the girl's inner thoughts through her eyes.

"......"

Why was this year's Vampire leader a little pervert?