Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

The invisible smoke of the dew seemed to have subsided, and the flames of anger were still burning in Davina. She did not understand Marcel's soft-heartedness. He had clearly told the Davina ancestors that the vampires were very troublesome and dangerous.

Davina was still a child. She didn't understand or know how to argue, so she could only quietly protest in the cold war … Painted randomly, paper flying over, spirit energy scurrying around, the facial features of many people, as well as their limbs and expressions, were all broken and hideous.

Marcel stood beside her, not daring to get close. Davina's body was exuding a strong negative emotion and power, and she was angry again. The angry little witch had always been unable to control her power, "Davina, I'm sorry about that earlier …"

"She can't scare me. She can't scare anyone." When Davina retracted her hand, the scene returned to normal. When she looked at Marcel, it was very calm, so calm that it was scary.

"No one can, I know, my dear Davina, but the problem now is — they seem to want to stay, to stay in our New Orleans."

Marcel believed in Davina's power. He relied on her power, because of that power, Marcel could continue to rule New Orleans without worry. No one could escape her pursuit and control.

"They don't belong here." "This is our kingdom, isn't it?" The progenitor vampires were pestering him, and this was a disaster to their revenge plan.

"It might not be easy to convince them of this," Marcel seemed to be in a dilemma. Klaus was not an easy enemy to deal with, and Davina looked at him sadly, wanting to suggest something good.

Marcel turned his head, wrapped his broad palm around Davina's slender shoulders, and slid down, pulling her into his arms, his voice low and seductive. He was always good at using his charm.

"So I want to ask you a favor," Davina agreed with a question in her eyes. She was dependent on Marcel, both physically and psychologically.

Kill the eyesore old guys? The corners of Marcel's mouth drew back, and Davina liked the idea.

"..." "Alright …" "My dear Marcel, I will fulfill any wish you have."

Davina looked at Marcel tenderly. She had promised to help Marcel. This was something she owed him. Marcel, I will help you achieve any of your wishes. Naturally, I will also help you kill all existences that threaten you.

While Marcel was busy scheming against Davina, Bai Lu was also in a variety of situations.

Klaus was clearly not keen on family life, and he was even more eager to get involved in his schemes and plans.

Klaus had very little time at home, all right, Beru admitted. Not at all.

Every night, it was like hugging a pillow, patting her stomach and rubbing her head as she slept. Then, in the morning, when she woke up, she usually wouldn't be able to see anyone.

However, it was extremely convenient for Bai Lu to do so. Especially since she found out that she had a mysterious connection to him because of the baby in her womb.

It was indescribably subtle. As soon as Klaus approached, she could immediately sense it.

Therefore, it was obvious that in Klaus' eyes, Bai Lu was definitely a 100% competent pregnant woman.

Delicious and lazy, with all sorts of ridiculous nourishment, he didn't like meddling in other people's business. Klaus, by the way, had seen her take numerous after-dinner walks, as regular and rigid as any of the retired old English ladies.

Very funny.

Bai Lu liked this state. She needed the subtle existence of this sort of camouflage.

Rebecca had never cared about her except when her life was at stake. She was a free woman on the plantation.

White Dew was free and rich, and Klaus had given her cash and gold cards and diamond cards for convenience.

Bai Lu ate and waited for a baby every day.

Since she had nothing better to do, the bored Wolf Woman found quite a few good things in the manor. Bailu discovered that the adventure in the ancient castle was very suitable for her.

For example, what she liked best was a box of diaries — Elijah's.

Through this diary, she was able to understand more and more about this family, as well as the members of this family, other than that damnable Klaus.

Elijah's diary had a very elegant and kind style.

"August 1359, autumn. Golden sunlight." Elijah was a fine gentleman, and Poirot thought he was much easier to get along with than Klaus.

"I noticed a different connection between brothers and sisters that was even more intense under the pressure of vampire life... Once you are possessed by the demonic nature of a vampire, you will be far removed from human nature, my dear sister Rebecca, who is becoming more and more cold and heartless. However, the biggest problem is my brother Klaus, who still disguises his loneliness with cruelty. "

He was just as kind as the rumors said he was. Look at his knowledge, look at his level, look at his depth.

Klaus, the man with the high eyes? He was alone? He was stubborn? Is he cynical? Bai Lu wanted to retort helplessly. He couldn't be bothered with this world, right?

Bai Lu sat in her room on the second floor. Her sharp eyes allowed her to see that Klaus was burning the corpses in front of her.

His cold smile was imprinted all over the place, the depth of the dimple was even more powerful, and his eyes were shining brightly. Klaus was indeed enjoying himself, he sighed and continued to study Elijah's diary with his head lowered.

In this family, there was still a normal person, even though he was currently in prison, waiting for their help.

"However, I still insist on believing that, as their eldest brother, I can lead them back to the right path and receive guidance from my clan … If I fail, our family will fall in the dark. "

But could Elijah succeed? Klaus was a dead man. Unless some miracle occurred, would it be possible to save a devil like him?

Her child, she said, must not inherit all the virtues of Klaus.

Bailu Yi closed the page, resting one hand on her chin, her eyes clearly saw the cold sneer on Klaus' face, which was no different from a devil's. He looked at the charred vampire, speechless, and didn't even have the strength to sigh.