Chapter 338: . Ex-Vampire Girlfriend (5)

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"Boom--"
The violent sound was like a giant hammer striking the ancient clock.
The terrible aftershocks fluctuated.
The brothers in the banquet hall on the first floor slightly changed their faces and subconsciously looked in the direction of the top floor.
"Oh my goodness, God, an earthquake?"
Among the people, only Avril was an ordinary human girl. Due to fear, a series of eager and screams screamed in her mouth. She tried to grasp something to stabilize her body leaning to 45 degrees.
Toredo, who was closest to her, hooked her, lest this enthusiastic and cheerful little girl be ugly again before her brother.
"thank you."
Once again in close contact with his "fiance", Avril has basically forgotten the unpleasantness just now.
Toredo couldn't take care of her shy temper at this time, he lifted his chin, "Certain, please go up and see."
The other person twitched his eyelids, and spit out two words, "No."
Torrido's urge to kick the vampire was stronger.
Sure enough, except for his handsome and well-groomed alien gentleman, this castle is full of arrogant and greedy guys who are hard to wait for.
This group of guys is still his brother.
"I went to see."
The low magnetic sound passed from the side of the banquet hall calmly and forcefully, calming the restlessness instantly.
The senior politician who has just returned from the Buckingham Palace of the Queen has no emotional waves in her ice-blue pupils, just like the dark ocean under the moonlight at night, beautiful and cold, but elusive. The double-breasted suit is stained with the rose fragrance of Victoria Railway Station, and the narrow and slender clothes waistline outlines the perfect size of the man.
I am afraid that only this blessed brother and grandmother can wear the most conservative and rigorous formal dress to the taste of ascetic and gentleman.
Fanzhuo walked under the huge and magnificent candle chandelier and walked up the stairs without delay.
Staring at the tall figure, Avril almost couldn't help but jump to the heart of her throat.
Even though she admits that Toredo was the object of her love at first sight when she was a flower girl, but Vatican, this man still aroused Avril's heart with his outstanding appearance, elegant speech and unique temperament.
She followed the past faintly.
Fan Zhuo's admiration for women is commonplace. He showed no sign and went to the crime scene with long legs.
The return of Cappadocia caused some kind of unknown change in the originally balanced brother blood, and the long-lasting fangs grew unscrupulously.
He didn't like the change very much.
Fan Zhuo's ice-blue pupils passed through shallow traces, such as the sea tide brushing the soft white sand beach. He looked at the ruined attic building. A huge hole was broken at the top of the corner of the tower, and it was bare, and the hula was infused with hot air.
The nearby walls and columns are covered with cracks in spider webs, and one can imagine the destruction at that time.
A pair of twins faced each other panting, their pupils red.
The amber light at dusk folds in the blue eyes of Fan Zhuo, mixed with strange and magnificent colors.
"Nofel, Zmich."
Brother's deterrence and power revealed invisible, his lips are thinner than ordinary vampires, the color is close to cherry brandy, with a pale gold color, clear and clean.
He did not cross in the middle of the brothers, nor did he take another step forward. He just stood on the same spot, and the level of terror was no less than the end of the world.
The twins heard their elder brother Vampire say calmly, "Since the day you stayed in Enfield, I have warned you not to destroy my baby for any reason. Now, I hope you will give me innocent suffering Baby is the most reasonable and perfect account. Otherwise, in the next three months, your drinks will be replaced by inferior animal blood.
He squinted the cold blue eyes, "This is the most religious confession to my baby."
Fanzhuo is a person with strict self-discipline. She always maintains a perfect and elegant aristocratic etiquette for women, not far away, making them feel comfortable. The girls of the high society fell in love with him like moths. The well-educated royal princesses, beautiful and translators, and the popular female stars are all admirers under his suit pants.
In the century when the conservative atmosphere prevailed, these girls abandoned their shyness and shyness, boldly and enthusiastically pursued him, and seduce him. Many beautiful stunners even expressed their willingness to be his underground lover, only asking him to be loved overnight.
No matter what means they use, the result they get is without exception.
Leng Bingbing's senior politicians pursed their thin lips and always said polite and polite words, such as the standard usage of "charming lady", "beautiful lady", "honorable guest".
The women are desperate, and basically do not expect to be in their lifetime, and they can hear the sweet names such as "baby", "little sweetheart", and "dear" from the mouth of this incomprehensible man.
Lin Lang thought with interest, if the women who had broken his heart knew that this incomprehensible ice with a kind of intimate lover's spoiling tone, affectionately called his castle as a baby, I don't know How would they feel?
The younger brother of the twins took the lead in protesting, "Brother, your punishment is too much! Even if the animal is congested, it is still overnight, not fresh, I vomited 16 times last time! The intestines are almost turned out."
Fan Zhuo was expressionless, "Congratulations, now you can continue to set the world record."
Zmysh was choked by his brother's sharpness.
Uncharacteristically, the twin brother, Norfil, did not choke in unison with his brother as before.
His emerald glass-clear eyes were staring at the the side, her fluffy curly hair lazily spread to her ankles, and the afterglow of twilight scattered around her, like a halo of clustering, and her black hair was dyed golden. Not so much that she is the prince of the blood, in Nofil's view, she is like the ancient Greek goddess in the oil painting, unparalleled beauty, deadly, and lethal.
But this beautiful laurel goddess, her feelings are more like a kind of casual love, casual, casual and willful.
Even so, the two brothers fight for her, and the other party is only playing as a child's nonsense, and does not interfere in the whole process.
Or is it that his more indulgent object is his brother Zmic?
Unwilling to ferment in Nofile's chest, he gradually eroded his intellectual realm.
"Now, go and receive the penalty." Fanzhuo glanced at Norfil, "Don't let me see you two mob suits for three months."
Zmithi curled his lips.
Norfil turned around and walked downstairs without a word.
The figures of the brothers disappeared in the staircase with paintings.
Seeing no drama to watch, Lin Lang straightened up and planned to find another room to live in.
However, she was stopped.
She was stopped by a clean, slender big palm with thin bones, clean wrists, and pale blue thin blood vessels on her pale skin, creating a fragile beauty.
"Dear Highness Cappadocia, shouldn't you be responsible for this?"
Lin Lang smelled the invisible smoke that implied a warning.
"Responsible?" This woman knows the true meaning of disguise better than the demon twins. She twitched her brows slightly and looked at him in confusion, how innocent as much as innocent.
The tall man's figure was slender by the setting sun, and a small piece of black shadow obscured Lin Lang's half silhouette and cut out a charming arc.
Fan Zhuo's eyes were deep, "Nofel and Zmic have never quarreled."
Not to mention the big shots.
Due to special telepathy, the twins are as intimate as a person.
Generally speaking, only they unite to bully others. Like this bad infighting, it was an unexpectedly low probability event.
This is the smallest probability that happened.
Lin Lang shrugged his shoulders, "Dear politician, this is just a little boyish agitation unique to adolescence. It will be fine after a while, you don't have to worry too much."
"Is it?"
These two words are particularly interesting when chewed by Mr. Politicians.
Lin Lang said that there were too many lies, and there was no adverse reaction at all. She smiled and raised her hand in a gesture of helpless surrender. Too boring, I want to find a little lover to relieve boredom. "
Fanzhuo adapts well to the words "little sweetheart" and "little lover", and asks in a panic, "Nofel is your candidate?"
The blood relationship of the blood family is very chaotic. They do not have the ethics and shackles set by humans. They emphasize that power is respected, and the winner is king. As long as you have strength, any rules must make way for you.
Sister's younger lover is not uncommon in the vampire story.
"No," the woman said. "My goal is someone else."
Her black hair glowed with silk, her eyes were red agate on the crown, burning red blood. Fanzhuo lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the narrow neck of the prince. Her skin was smooth and delicate, without throat knots, and her clavicle was beautiful.
"who is it?"
The leader of the blood tribe has an indifferent expression.
The tone is more like a king's order from the temple than a brother who obey the rules and precepts.
"You want to know?"
Lin Lang's smile was full of teasing jokes.
Fanzhuo nodded slowly.
If it is a dangerous person, strangle it as soon as possible.
Recently, there have been several incidents in which vampires fell in love with humans, and the elders have to re-issue the ban and impose more severe penalties.
Naturally, the third-generation vampires like Fanzhuo have unparalleled power, and the elders can only please them in front of them.
However, in the long run, vampires need to maintain a noble lineage in order to guarantee the purity of their abilities. Vatican doesn't allow Cappadocia to fall in love with despicable humans or lower vampires, she can only be the supreme prince of their blood.
"Then you come, the elder sister tells you."
Lin Lang smiled.
Fanzhuo glanced at her and stood closer.
The other person leaned over, and a porcelain-white hand was pressed against his chest, not too lightly, just right. The cold breath of the woman was violated unscrupulously in his absolute forbidden area, and said hoarsely, "He, he is a man who can make an interesting life into a standard timetable. He wears the most conservative suit, and the shirt buttons are always Go to the top one, and cover up all the privacy strictly. "
The handsome politician did not change his face, "This is a boring man, and the elder sister does not have to waste time on him."
"You think so?"
The scarlet nails seemed to touch the sensitive spots on his chest, and the woman's sweet smile was like a poppy.
"But, don't you think—"
Her eyes were hooked and she was talking about crime.
"Is it very interesting to tear up this man's expensive suit, step on his feet, and then arrogantly print his lips on his snow-white shirt?"