Chapter 191

Rebecca's movements were awesome. She wanted to get the dagger back. But Nima was so unscientific. Her vampire, who had been a one thousand year old, could not beat a little baby girl. She could see the instinct to deal with this force even more than Claus. If this is out, how can Rebecca get mixed up in Europe?!!

Before Rebecca came back angry, the little guy's dagger pointed at her heart and smiled. The tone of her young and lovely face changed instantly. Rebecca now saw the nature of the milk baby. What she broke out in the air was a gloomy threat.

Even more terrible than Klaus, God, how did Bailu's little wolf girl give birth to this powerful and terrible doll!

Rebecca was frightened. She felt the threat of death from the baby in her arms, her niece, Klaus and the magical child of the little wolf girl.

Bai Lu felt that her whole body was bad for a moment. Klaus had killed all the encircled circles. It seemed that he was still excited. His fingertips were full of blood. Xing / Fen / exciting / Yue's eyes pierced Marcel's body. His tone was full of murderous spirit, "marcel, come here, we'll fight to the death!"

Marcel bellowed. His back bent up, his hands spread out, and his fangs were sharp. She wanted to dive directly. Rebecca grabbed Marcel's feet and threw them back. She said, "don't go, you'll die."

Marcel didn't understand. He looked back at Rebecca. The little guy's tail wound around. Then he smiled sweetly at Marcel. Marcel's heart was cold with her smile. He felt dead.

Marcel has always been a very smart man. He knows under what circumstances Rebecca will become so helpless. His intuition has saved him many times. Therefore, he knows that Klaus can't kill him, not to mention that he has a terrible foreign aid.

Marcel and Rebecca watched their vampires being killed one by one by Klaus in a short few minutes, just like cutting cabbage. Klaus cut one by one.

Rebecca's eyes became colder and colder. Her eyes returned to the little guy. She clenched her small fist and wagged her tail. It seemed that she also enjoyed Klaus's crazy killing.

Rebecca pulled Marcel's collar. There was a little guy between them. She seemed to like the smell of Rebecca. She leaned against her while playing, and the dagger in her hand seemed to be free at any time.

Marcel stared nervously, Rebecca closed her eyes, then slowly opened her mouth to him, "... Pick up the coin and surrender to him..."

Marcel looked at Rebecca with a crazy expression, shook his head and refused the absurd proposal, "what are you talking about? It's impossible! "

Rebecca shook her head at him in despair. Her tone was 100% insistence, "you must listen to me. He won't stop until he kills everyone. Finally, he will kill you and end all this. Marcel, you must do this... Pick up the coins!"

Marcel stepped back. He didn't want to miss this opportunity. However, the faint sound and situation of passing the fire made his heart sink to the bottom. Klaus was still brutally slaughtered, and there were almost corpses on the scene. Now he was only supported by Marcel's confidants and elite team.

Marcel's eyes were red, too. He tried to see the vampires who were biting Klaus, and they all killed red eyes.

There are corpses everywhere, his men and his friends. Marcel can't afford to bet. He's not Klaus. He doesn't have Klaus's cruelty and violence. He can only compromise reluctantly.

Marcel jumped in front of Klaus. He knelt on one knee, squatted down in humiliation and picked up the coin.

Klaus was still killing, and Marcel raised the coin in the same tone as the one pulled directly from his throat with blood and hatred, "... Stop, I swear my loyalty to you!"

Klaus stepped on Marcel's back. His chin didn't change the arc. His vision fixed Rebecca. When his hand moved, the little guy flew over. Then, don't open his face.

Klaus didn't like what he saw in his round eyes. He tore Marcel's shirt out. The snow-white silk shirt directly turned into rags stained with all kinds of blood. Marcel's hand tightly grasped the floor and he didn't move.

He didn't move. Klaus and the little guy were satisfied. Then, out of curiosity or something, the little guy climbed onto Marcel's back and performed his riding skills. Unfortunately, his little body that hasn't been opened at all is too round. It looks... A little different.

Rebecca's reaction solidified, and Klaus smiled fiercely. He raised Marcel's face and said, "come on, let's have a good look. The great marcel, who claims to be the king of New Orleans, is kneeling in my face and playing as a horse for my children..."

Klaus took Marcel's coin. He lowered his head and continued to wait for Marcel's surrender. Marcel's second sentence was much more comfortable. His eyes seemed to only see the bright coin. Rebecca couldn't bear to stop. Marcel's head insisted on a low arc under the funny slap of the little guy, "yes, Klaus, we surrender to you. From then on, You have the king's key. "

Rebecca reluctantly closes her eyes. The little guy's arm surrounds Marcel's head. As the only heir, she seems to be very happy. Klaus is also in a good mood. He laughs a little exaggerated. The blood is wiped clean. He is still a handsome man with clear character.

With a wave of his hand, the coin rolled and rolled into the little guy's palm. He smiled and bowed his head, gently hugged the little thing's waist and her belly, just like all good fathers willing to meet the child's wishes. He said lightly, "... It's yours, do you like it? My baby! "