Chapter 195

When Bailu and Elijah arrived at the scene, Klaus and the family were very happy and planned to set a fire... Burn the body.

Klaus kicked the corpse pile at the scene several times. Obviously, he didn't appreciate Rebecca's ability to work. Then, according to his and the baby's aesthetics, he arranged the sundries according to their height, covered them with white cloth, and asked someone to move them and place them.

Diego didn't look at Marcel. He was drinking. Many people who died were their direct subordinates. He was more unwilling than anyone. However, due to Marcel's decision, he could only bear it!

The little guy blinked and watched Marcel count the number. He looked very calm and calm. Then, he poured wine on them one by one. Marcel's actions were too calm and even mechanically numb.

Rebecca covered her mouth. What she hated most was this scene.

Klaus held the little guy with a slightly elegant smile and didn't forget to explain to her. How can it be impressive if it's not like this.

Marcel poured the wine and turned back to see Klaus. Klaus was busy feeding the little things and drinking milk. Her teeth were not fully aligned. Klaus thought about whether to get some children to give her a try.

I don't know if she likes human blood, the fresh one. However, if Bailu knows his plan, it is estimated that there will be another war, and then they have to sleep in separate rooms.

Klaus looked at his baby and was a little tangled.

The little guy was relieved. She narrowed her eyes and moved her claws. Klaus grabbed a lighter to play with the little guy and casually gave Marcel a curious look, "Hey, man, don't you have such a resentful face. Isn't this the consequence of your behavior?"

Marcel's fists were all clenched, and his nails brought blood / drops. He looked at Klaus, "if you want to kill me, make a quick decision!"

Klaus's action slowed down for a second, and the lighter was robbed by the little guy. He glanced at Marcel curiously and was inexplicably funny, "why did I kill you? Everyone saw it. You picked up the coin, you swore your surrender to me, and took your remaining vampires... There are rules in the war. I always pay attention to this. My marcel, don't you often say that? Without rules, the whole world will be in chaos! "

Well, without rules, the whole world will be a mess.

The little guy is holding a lighter. It's boring to look at all kinds of aiming and projection. Rebecca feels that her golden beautiful hair is really very dangerous.

Klaus motioned to Marcel and asked him to sit down. Marcel could only sit down with his head down. "Now, I want to talk about ownership. Marcel, for example, the area where you live now used to be my territory?"

Marcel looked at the lighter in the little guy's hand and the coin that Klaus directly pierced and hung on the little guy's neck. He helplessly spread his hands. What can he do? Power determines everything. Klaus killed him, and no one will have any objection, "Klaus, listen, you want all this... OK! Here you are! What's next? It doesn't matter if you want to drive me into the street, but I'd better make it clear that you can never have loyalty! "

The little guy's lighter stopped. Klaus looked at her, wrapped his hands and continued to play. He didn't seem to care about Marcel's words at all.

Rebecca sat opposite them and looked at Klaus. She knew Elijah was coming, very close,... Very close!

Elijah flashed in front of Klaus. He seemed to stretch out his hand to hold the little guy. Unfortunately, his movement was not fast enough. The little guy's tail was full of water as soon as her eyes saw Bailu. She cheered, kicked Klaus, lost the lighter and rushed into Bailu's arms.

The standard action is a quick, cruel and accurate endorsement, "mother Bailu ~ ~ ~ so slow, I've been waiting for a long time, how did you come..."

Bailu hugged the little guy and pulled her tail desperately. She couldn't use force. She was angry and could only twist it. But before she scolded, she was blocked back by a pink / tender / tender little mouth.

——He is good at learning Klaus' bullying. Under his words and deeds, Klaus can only watch the little guy steal his benefits directly. Bai Lu is so scared that she forgets to be angry with her.

Little guy, this car is not easy to handle. Bailu looks back at Klaus. The proud man disdains to give them his chin.

Bai Lu wants to sigh all night. She decisively underestimates the power of heredity and descent!

Klaus should not put on too high a shelf. He didn't look at Elijah and Bailu at all. He bypassed Rebecca. He went directly to Marcel and stared at his neck. He was curious, "loyalty?"

Where does loyalty come from? Neither of the two people closest to him nor his family have it. Will he still want the loyalty of others?

He just said these two words lightly, but Bailu and Elijah changed their faces, like being slapped on the spot, the little guy's tail was slightly put down, and the air flow became slow.

Klaus's mood is still Bai Lu's mood. Now she has the most intuitive feeling of little meat / Dumpling. She is very uncomfortable. She obviously feels that Klaus's father's mood is more angry than ever, even more angry than when he killed his red eyes before.

The little guy climbed to Bai Lu's chest and grabbed one with one hand. It was so soft and slippery. He had a good feel. He quietly told Bai Lu, "Mom, you made dad angry. Do you want to apologize?"

Bailu was silent and Elijah took a few steps. Rebecca suddenly wanted to laugh. This is a funny pseudo triangle!

Marcel doesn't care what medicine his family sells in the gourd. He looks directly at Klaus and simply refuses, "it's impossible to buy or have it. Real loyalty only comes from love and respect. Klaus, how can you have it? He comes from people's trust and support for you, "Marcel shook his head sadly, and his tone was sympathetic. He said to Klaus Steinbeck," Hey, you see, you taught me a lot, but I learned it myself, and you can never learn it, so... Have a good rule. "

Klaus didn't understand at all. He just frowned. The little guy's lighter fell right in the middle of the corpse and suddenly lit a raging flame.

The fiery red flame is dazzling and blazing, which is a taste of ambition.