Chapter 340

In the end, count Louis couldn't look down and took away the troublemaker.

A colorful storm eliminates the invisible.

The old man looked at all kinds of things, but he could not help but asked in a low voice, "are you really interested in count van drow?"

"What do you think?"

The answer is ambiguous.

"Pa --"

the luxurious and heavy walking stick is leaning on the ground.

"No way."

The old count had a serious face.

"Why?" Lin Lang asked curiously.

So the old count of Louis put his heart and soul into Linlang's "horror".

The youngest Earl of Parliament, the spiritual leader in power, and the Queen's most trusted confidant, all of these titles are too frightening and valuable to fall on a young man.

Now nearly two-thirds of the members of the house of Lords are basically his supporters.

"You can rest assured that I will be on guard."

Lin Lang promised well on the surface. She turned her head and tried to tease people. Oh, no, it's a vampire.

She supported the mahogany chair handle with one hand, leaning slightly, legs overlapping, a lazy posture. The thick dark black velvet curtains were opened, and the warm afternoon sun seemed to be attached to Venus' feet, and the golden frills inlaid with rice pearls showed extraordinary gorgeous beauty due to the light.

For high-level vampires, especially the third-generation vampires with extraordinary ability, they are not afraid of the sun, but compared with the dark, light is always a topic they don't like.

I don't know what the evil taste is. These brothers are not only happy to please human girls, but also pretend to like the sun. So the windows in the castle which have been closed for hundreds of years are re ventilated, and the natural light also dispels the rotten smell.

"Sand and sand -"

the long and thin nib of the pen skimmed over the sheepskin book in an orderly way.

Across a desk, the man's sitting posture is straight and upright, his hair is combed meticulously, his cuffs are slightly folded, showing his slender and powerful wrist.

The snow-white goose quill pen moves gracefully on the decorated parchment book, which is similar to the neat and exquisite handwriting of Italian style. With the tiny, shimmering dust floating in the air, the man's skin is like a desolate jade, close to the translucent state, which makes his deep ice blue pupil more and more dark.

"My dear brother, are you angry?" Lin Lang's fingers tapped on the table.

"Shua --"

after the other party's writing, he raised his head and made an inquiry with great politeness.

"Now it's going crazy all over Parliament." As the main culprit, the woman shrugged her shoulders innocently. "She said that I was your little lover in the castle. Because of the conflict, my girl friend, who had a clear love and hate, turned to the old count Louis in a fit of anger to fight against you."

It has been a month since Lin Lang entered Westminster for the first time. Within this month, she has been promoted to public enemy of women.

People believe in this fact - beautiful men and women must have a leg!

Or they're going to jump the Thames together!

"It's just gossip." A vampire is very calm.

Lin Lang pursed her lips and laughed, and suddenly raised another topic.

"Brother, count Louis has sent some dresses. What if my sister's brooch is not enough?"

She rubbed her temples in mock distress.

"I have some diamond, gold, ivory Brooch here. You can take it if you want."

"Brother, I went to Princess Andrea's bedroom the day before yesterday. She has a beautiful angel jewelry box."

"Angel Jewelry Box?" He wrung his eyebrows slightly, and the vampire has an instinctive resistance to light creatures and says, "what about the Greek style Enamel Jewelry Box? I'll have it delivered. "

"Brother, my sister's crystal coffin is a little old, and I can't sleep well."

"What would you like to change? relief? Ivory? "

"You do."

“……”

The count watched her in silence.

"Why do you look like a little old man? It's not fun at all. " Lin Lang stood up and leaned over the polished corner of the table with both hands. The dark green lace bow tied by the lace collar fell gently, leaving only one centimeter of distance between the two noses.

She looked straight at people, "don't you want to sit down on this scandal?"

Two thin purplish lips have a natural upward curve, like a sweet ripe cherry, a smile when showing milk like neat teeth.

The man's eyes are still, calm and rational stay in her eyes, spit out two cold words.

"I don't want to."

Trouble, there's no dictionary for him."Tut, what a heartless little fellow --"

taking advantage of people's unprepared, she suddenly hit the man's forehead with a hard force.

"My sister will not play with you if you find someone else."

Her graceful figure disappeared behind the door.

Van drow looked at the door for a long time, then took out his handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his forehead, and threw it into the garbage can.

The red door was knocked again.

"Come in."

Van drow changed a piece of parchment.

What came in was a handsome and tall young man, dressed in the most popular men's riding clothes and riding boots up to the knee, which added a bit of hard and heroic spirit.

"Torredo?" Van drow was a little surprised.

This younger brother usually avoids him like a little mouse, for fear of being preached. How could he run into the muzzle of a gun today?

"Cough!" The other side coughed a few times, his sight drifted, "that, brother, I ask you something, you should be honest with your brother."

The politician's brother did not say a word, "you say."

"It's that Ah

He was embarrassed and scratched his head. "What's the matter with you and your sister?"

I don't know if Bruch called more elder sister. The brothers listened to it and were close to each other. When they went to the prefix with a sense of distance, they gradually became sister.

"Me and Cappadocia?" Van drow raised his silvery eyebrows.

"It's all over the place now..." Toledo pouted his lips unconsciously. "He said that your sister is your private lover, and you are still in the upper chamber of Parliament, as if no one else was there."

The politician said, "so you like her, do you love her

"Yes What, no, I don't have empathy "Brother embarrassed retort," brother, you are too insidious

"If I remember correctly, two months ago, you came back on the Mary, and you met a beautiful woman who haunted you on the sea. You were crazy about her. How can you forget your dream lover so quickly

"I didn't!" Torreto said in a hurry, "she will always be Titus in my mind! I'll never forget her! "

The elder brother glanced at him, "so what do you care so much about about me and Cappadocia?"

“……”

Before torredo could come up with a witty answer, his elder brother said again, "or do you admit that you are a stallion that sows heat all over the place, so that even your sister can handle it?"

“……”

The politician's elder brother forced his brother to death with his extremely inflammatory words.

Say yes, isn't it an admission of self abuse?

Say no, think about it and some not quite reconciled.

The group of brothers who seemed bright but in fact had a greedy desire for possession of Cappadocia. He had a dim vision of the goddess, but could not he?

Men always have a good face, and torreto is no exception. He thought for a while and felt that he couldn't leave his face on the ground, so he choked his neck and said, "I'm not a horse that sows the seeds of oestrus everywhere. I don't think of my sister in any way! I just think that you are too close to the reputation of the family, so I would like to remind my second brother! Yes, just a reminder! Don't play the game! "

"Do you think my brother is a man who can play tricks and has no principles?"

Van drow narrowed his eyes wrapped in cold frost.

The younger brother, who was eager to survive, immediately swallowed the sentence "maybe you are more animal than you think" in his throat and squeezed out a flattering smile, "of course, I believe in second brother!"

Another handsome face came out of the door. It was Giovanni, the seventh in the list. He was a profiteer. He accumulated a lot of wealth by his endless intrigues. He was the most proficient in making money among the thirteen brothers. His appearance was fixed on the young people in his early twenties, with a pair of charming Brown pupils.

Giovanni called the second brother and said to torreto, "my sister said today that I want to eat fresh cherries. My brothers are going to pick them at mocavi's Rose Manor. Would you like to join us?"

Toredo's eyebrows were flying with joy. He turned to see that his elder brother was looking at him with a smile, as if he had seen through everything.

He inexplicably moved his eyes, "I just follow the past to have a look, maybe can help something."

"Twelve brothers, there is no lack of you who can't peel grapes."

The elder brother did not hesitate to dismantle his younger brother's platform.

“……”

It's a real brother.

"Fourth, are you going? If you don't go, it's fine! " Giovanni urged, "come on, they're all going! My sister takes a nap for a little while, and if she procrastinates, she won't be able to catch up. "

"Brother, I've been living in the castle for too long recently. I'm suffocating. I'm going to relax. Yes, to relax." Toredo thought he had made a good excuse, but without waiting for van drow to respond, he took his brother's arm and ran away.The wooden door was slammed shut.

"What a..."

Silly brother.

A silly brother who was stung by Cupid's poison arrow.

As soon as they leave, there will be no one left in the castle?

If he wants to do something, it's easy.

Fanzhuo slowly picked up the silver chain hanging on his chest and put the thin monocular glasses on the elegant frame. The elegant breath came from his face. The right decoration covered the cold-blooded and merciless master of the blood clan's ice blue pupil.

The transparent lens hides the devil.

And the devil, rampant in hell, recites death.

He stretched out his hand and folded his suit at will, sketching out a thin and charming waistline. After that, he stepped on the smooth stairs with his long, long legs against the sky, and his shining shoes stepped on the smooth stairs. The sound of dada heels was slow and full of rhythm.

In his finely cut pocket, the count pinned a rose of lorimathe in full bloom.

He touched the door with his fingertips and dived in quietly.

Shh, don't talk --

his sacrifice is sleeping soundly.

The cruel trial of ignorance, ignorance of fate has already come.

The white fangs gradually grow out, sharp, sharp, arrogant and wantonly against the thin lips, fingernails also madly grow long, gently stroke, to deal with anything hard, as easy as cutting tofu.

He slowly lifted the black hair that covered his neck with one hand.

The vertical pupil, which has been turned into blood red, shows a kind of satisfaction that is almost joyful, greedy and bloody.

"My beautiful and charming lady -"

the vampire king's other hand was on the side of the woman's slender neck, and he leaned over his ear and whispered, like a lover's honey.

"Let your dear brother give you the last ride."

The white rose was gently inserted into her sister's black hair.