Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

At this moment, Marcel was actively arranging his "great mistakes," unaware that he had already been dug several holes.

Tieri had brought a group of vampires, around thirty to forty of them. Their ferocious, numb faces were filled with excitement and excitement. These Night Vampires loved to cause trouble the most, and usually did not have any opportunity to release their energy.

"Do you understand what you want to do?" Marcel looked encouragingly at Thierry, his most capable assistant, and said again, "Remember, don't be too polite!"

Thierry nodded calmly. This was not the first time he had led something like this. He was very experienced and had never made any mistakes. "No problem, we are just here to cause trouble."

Marcel watched Thierry leave. He did not know what bad consequences this operation would bring.

Thierry let the Nightwalkers make trouble outside, and when he looked around, his strong body flashed into the gray garden.

The timid little witch was hiding behind the cabinet. She stuck out her head and saw her lover. The expression on her face immediately turned cheerful and sweet.

Thierry stepped forward and embraced Katie. Oh, the strength of her charge was not small, and her powerful arms gently caressed her back, comforting her inch by inch.

The night vampires were having a good time with the loud noises and the girls' screams.

"What's going on outside?" Katie was a little worried. She held Tieri's waist tightly, buried her head in his chest, and listened to his steady breathing. Only then did she slowly calm down.

"It's Klaus. He made Marcel think that the witch is planning something against him. Marcel wants us to give him a hint and a little warning." Thierry took a deep breath, drawing in the power of love, then turned around and attacked.

In response to the destruction outside, Thierry did not hesitate to smash Katie's shop, destroying most of the herbal jars and other appliances.

Katie's eyes were following him and she was also walking, as if she did not mind his actions. Her eyes were filled with an uncontrollable passion.

Tieri couldn't bear it any longer. He stopped his hands and turned around to look deeply at his little witch. "If he thinks I'm spoiled, then it's because I fell in love with a witch …" Even though he was, he couldn't imagine his little witch getting bullied and hurt.

"Say it again." Katie twined around his neck playfully and then wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I love you, Katie." "Everything will be all right, I promise."

The two who fell in love looked each other in the eye. Their intense passion couldn't be stopped by the dim light. Their lips and tongues were both immersed in the love of the river.

When Thierry came out of the little shop and met Max, who was so fierce that he put out his hand to stop people, he didn't like people entering his little witch's shop. "I've already been there."

Max nodded and turned aside, but by the time the busy Thierry found out, his little witch had been seized by Max and attacked in disgust.

Max bared his fangs in front of Thierry's face and lowered his head. Thierry roared, "Katie!" His actions were the first to rush over in his mind, "Let go of her, scram!"

Tieri flipped Max to the ground. Coincidentally, he brushed against a sharp wooden stake, and when he missed, he took the spike and stabbed it angrily at the bastard who was still glaring at Katie with his dirty eyes.

With a squelch, blood spurted out, and Max twitched his body.

Katie covered her mouth and screamed, completely stunned. What's going on?

The disturbance around them immediately quieted down. All of the Night Vampires closed in on their leader. Their shocked expressions became more ferocious than their previous ones.

Unbeknownst to Marcel, he was holding a masquerade and charity ball for the benefit of the entire city.

They drank wine and drank wine.

New Orleans, Marcel's empire, it is filled with Creole's unique European style, language, culture, fashion, and faith all tightly intertwined in this ball.

Brilliant factions.

Klaus and Rebecca were dressed in the clothing of ancient nobles. As they walked through the crowd of weirdly dressed people, they seemed more like normal humans.

All sorts of choices. Pure angels, evil demons, ferocious werewolves, enchanting snake-women, pale vampires, and short dwarfs.

"I have to say a word of praise," Klaus gracefully nodded to the cute waiter. "This background music is very suitable for tonight's mood."

The crowd parted, revealing a real angel. She wore a snow-white dress, pure white wings, and long golden hair. She didn't seem to be used to such occasions.

He looked around.

"Camil?"