Chapter 201

The rectangular dining table is exquisite and elegant. There is a fat / Du / Du / young / tender / tender / milk doll lying on the top. Klaus and Marcel are not far away. Klaus is the Lord. He is the deputy. In turn, Marcel's confidants come down. It seems that Klaus seems to be in a good mood at this party. Marcel and his men had no superfluous expression. Little meat / Dumpling shook her tail. She happily grabbed some fruits and stuffed them into her mouth. Bailu sat furthest from Klaus, and her eyes always focused on the child's every move. Klaus's father didn't want to worry too much. He just shook his arm to get a support for the little guy. Bailu's mother couldn't help thinking that the meat ball was nestled alone. If there was a disturbance, it wouldn't be suitable! When the little guy had a good time, Klaus was in a happy mood. The corners of his mouth were also deep dimples. He took a glass rod and knocked on the cup. A short piece of music rhythm quickly and effectively attracted their attention. The little guy got up comfortably and shook his tail. The cup fell under the table with a bang.

All of a sudden, the glass was broken, much more awesome than her Claus and dad's way. Bai Lu's hands help her forehead. Sure enough, this girl is really Klaus's cub. You see, her destructive power, you see, her bad heart, it's definitely a lever! Klaus coughed low, then raised the cup and raised the decibel, "first of all, let's raise our glasses to our common gift - eternal life. After a thousand years, you may think that life will feel less strong, because over time, the beauty and sadness of life will weaken, but as a vampire, Our feelings will be more profound than human beings can imagine. " Klaus wore a retro suit tonight, solid gray and black. His dimples were deep. He sat on the throne obliquely. He was a king. Unfortunately, he was a little evil—— tyrant! Bai Lu was still secretly feigning. Klaus saw it, with curved eyebrows and eyes and some pride. Then he waved in their direction, and the little guy fell into Klaus's palm with joy. At the end of his eyes, a dozen attendants standing next to Klaus came over. They were all wearing black uniforms and white shirts. They passed in a row. They had the taste of abstinence in the seminary. They bowed their heads and took out their bright knives. Klaus's arm was leaning on the little guy, shaking up and down, and the corners of his mouth were ridiculed by evil, "... Insatiable needs, severe pain and desire, this is our victory and our failure." Klaus's voice fell to the ground. The attendants who received his instructions came in order. They dressed appropriately and acted elegantly. Almost in the same second, they untied their snow-white sleeves and stretched out their hands neatly. The other hand held the knife steadily and cut their wrists without blinking. Marcel's eyebrows wrinkled, and the wine glasses in front of them were filled with blood wine. The waiters seemed to be absolutely ordered. If one hand was not enough, cut the other hand until every wine glass on the rectangular table was full of bright red blood wine. The little guy is not familiar with the smell of blood, but the tip of his nose itches. A few sneezes come out. Bailu grabs her, hugs her and walks to his position. What's the damn bastard Klaus going to play? Klaus's hand was slightly hooked, and the smell of blood became more intense. Marcel's men began to move, and the attendants' hands were still held flat. Their role was nothing more than a food provider. Marcel stared at Klaus, and then saw the man laughing infinitely. Klaus leaned over, kicked Marcel lazily, and asked with a smile, "what's your opinion on my welcome?"