Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

His brother Elijah had found his brother once again for the sake of White Dew and the children.

In the dark street, there was a lost, slovenly, handsome man, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand.

Klaus was drinking, and the red wine had fallen from the corners of his mouth, and there was a smell of fresh blood in it. It seemed that his brother had just had a good meal.

The tip of his nose moved, and Elijah judged that he would be less than two hours away from eating.

Klaus looked up and downed the entire bottle of fine red wine. It was a pity that Elijah was following him.

He could only sigh quietly.

Klaus stopped. He had wanted to ignore Elijah, but his presence was too strong for him to remain calm. "Haven't I made it clear yet, Elijah, that I want to be alone?"

Elijah adjusted his cuffs and looked at the stains on his brother's black vest and the stubble on his beard. How long had it been since he last took a bath?

"You ask to be alone for a time every ten years." Elijah spoke like a child, his voice cool and happy. "My brother, your words are no longer influential."

Klaus was most annoyed by Eliadon's monastic chanting.

Klaus threw the bottle away. Elijah wasn't sure if he should celebrate the wine.

"Scram!" The red liquid flowed into the ground and instantly, a fragrant aroma filled the air.

Elijah did not care about his behavior. He was still trying to persuade her.

Klaus became even more furious. He did not understand. "Why do you keep talking about that child?"

Elijah was shocked. It was not someone else's child. It was his child, the heir to their family.

"Klaus, that is your child. He will inherit your bloodline and BaiLu's bloodline. He can make you two no longer be alone. This is the most profound connection between our bones and blood."

Klaus looked coldly at his brother. "The child will never be born," Klaus calculated. "In fact," he said, as if thinking of the strange wolfwoman and the baby, Klaus had a strange look on his face, and Elijah couldn't tell what was wrong with him.

Yes, she's dead. They're dead.

No children, no worries.

Elijah froze. He knew that Klaus was used to it, and what he said was true. He actually had no intention of having children.

With a swoosh, Elijah attacked Klaus with terrible speed. He pressed his brother against the wall and strangled him with his elbow.

"You can't just leave like this." Elijah's cold face was sharp and cold.

Klaus shook his head and responded with the back of his head.

Elijah tightened his grip.

Klaus looked back. "Let me go." He didn't want to fight with Elijah. Klaus didn't pursue the matter, at least not tonight.

"No!" The older brother threw his brother to the ground, and with one hand, Klaus was thrown into a pile of groceries. The furniture shattered with a crash, and Elijah lowered a leg to stomp on his chest.

"Don't force me to say it again." Klaus looked at Elijah and his eyes reddened. He didn't like being dragged, and he didn't like being trampled, like a fool, even though that person was his brother.

"I won't let you go, I definitely won't." It was obvious that Elijah was more stubborn than he was. His hands and feet were tighter and his eyes were cold.

Klaus said no more, just half bent over, brought Elijah to his side, flipped him over, and threw him backward.

Klaus was known as the half-breed. The power of the werewolf + ancestor vampires was terrifying, and Elijah was easily thrown against the iron fence.