Chapter 1287: Modern blood family (12)

He took out a folded card from his jacket pocket and untied it. The young, white hand was handed over.
The black man looked up respectfully and looked at the content, but almost squinted his eyes.
It was a photo of the girl's black hair in the photo, and there were some traces on the corners of the photo, which were obviously torn from the photo frame.
The black man feels that he may be sleeping.
He carefully looked up at the Lord of the Devil.
Anluosi lowered his head, and the black and long eyelashes hang down. There was no expression on the white face. The voice was faint: "Check her identity."
After a pause, he looked up and his eyes were dark and stunned. "And...here where she is."
"Yes."
The black man took the photo respectfully.
The other person stepped forward and handed over a box with a small bottle containing a few pills.
"Your Majesty, this is a drug that can unblock strength. You have already explained it to us. Each time you take one, it lasts for three hours."
Anlosius raised his hand and took the vial, pouring a flat, "Three hours?"
"Yes."
Anlois didn’t talk any more, and the little white hand threw a hand between his lips, and then took the water with a disposable cup of water, and the delicate little brow picked up slightly.
The black and strange mist floated, and several delicate bats flew in from the window, surrounded by beautiful children, until they covered his cold expression, the fog began to expand gradually, and finally became slender.
People in black clothes squatted on the ground, and they did not dare to move. They bowed down to welcome the adult form of the Devil's King.
The mist is turned into a long body around the clothes, wrapped in slender legs, beautiful shoulder line, and turned into a retro style collar under the white neck, up is a beautiful chin, and a pair of burgundy cockroaches.
Yin Hong's thin lips and micro-hooks, the red-haired vampires smiled happily, and the little bats hang upside down, unfolding the devilish and evil bones, devoutly holding his white and slender fingertips.
"Your Majesty." The black people lowered their heads lower, and no one dared to look up at the eyes of the teenager.
The black man who walked in from the outside quickly squatted and whispered: "Your Majesty, her name is No.23, a special agent of the Secret Service Bureau, pretending to be a name, and now at the Wharton cocktail party, performing the task. ""
Alois raised his hand, and the bat flew away from his fingertips. The long, white fingers took the photo. He looked down at the girl, "The reception?"
"Agents often perform tasks. This time, there is temporary camouflage on the 23rd. It is the service staff of the reception. It is necessary to take information from one of the guests."
The black man answered quickly.
Although they do not understand, the first thing that wakes up is to find a human girl.
Anlois did not intend to explain, coveted and took the photo, "Go!"
Dare to throw him here...
In the vampire burgundy scorpion, I was dissatisfied with it, and then I picked up the red lips and looked cold.
...
At this time, Yu Chu was boring and yawning.
She wore the waiter's uniform and walked perfectly in the tray, while watching the other side of the dance floor, a bald middle-aged man.
The Wharton Cocktail Party is a representative of the upper class. If you can enter here, it is not rich and expensive.
It is said that he holds a string of passwords and controls a dangerous arsenal.