Chapter 431

Elijah, my brother, tell me, you really didn't think about it once?!

Rebecca's eyes went back and forth on his face like interpreting the password. Then, his sister was completely disappointed. Rebecca turned and left without nostalgia.

Elijah chose the default with silence. Rebecca is not surprised by this answer. She has always been a first-class observer, which is the characteristic of their family.

Perhaps, in their family, she is the only one who is really loved by no one. Rebecca habitually mocked herself, which has not long become an iron fact.

However, I don't know if Rebecca was lucky. Rebecca met a man who once loved her very much in the wizard's herbal medicine shop, gray garden.

Rebecca saw marcel, not like the usual marcel, but more inclined to the former Marcel. She knew that she was not alone in the matter of father Tudor.

A lot of things happen when they happen. They can't pretend to be nothing. After all, they are the same arrogant, willful and arrogant in their bones!

... they are the same, because of the past, because of love, or because of similar hatred for Klaus!

Marcel stood quietly in the darkness. He looked at the array on the wall. They were very familiar and terrible.

Rebecca's footsteps were very light, but the man didn't look back. Marcel's ears moved and seemed to know her arrival. Her eyebrows were gentle and her voice was nostalgic and sad. "Dear Rebecca, I'm glad to see you here."

Marcel's words were as like as two peas, and Rebecca felt the sharp pain in the chest was so obvious. Rebecca was silent for a while, and her eyes turned to the same pattern. Their eyes were the same as deep.

That's the transformation array of father Tudor, which can absorb the life and power of vampires. That's the array that almost killed them.

"This symbol has been everywhere in the witch District, even in our homes." Marcel stroked / touched the symbols of the Dharma array, and there seemed to be no temptation and flirtation in his tone.

Rebecca knew what he wanted to know, but she was too lazy to go on. Rebecca shrugged. She seemed to be in the mood to joke. They were not desperate fools for love, "... Right? I guess father Tudor is delimiting territory. "

Marcel grabbed Rebecca's wrist. He wasn't kidding. The appearance of the Holy Father Todd must not be so simple. This time, Klaus didn't find it. So, what's the next time?

Rebecca quietly raised her head and looked at Marcel. His strength was not light or heavy. However, Rebecca was incredibly docile and didn't mean to resist at all. Rebecca deserved it!

Marcel approached, and Rebecca didn't mean to avoid. Suddenly, their breathing almost staggered, and his voice began to become different, "I... I heard you saw him, too?"

Rebecca looked into his deep eyes, slightly moved her golden hair and tore away Marcel's shackles. His question was superfluous. She answered Marcel numbly, "yes, I saw him too, but we haven't had time to catch up with the past, have we?"

Four eyes interlaced, involuntarily recalled many memories, those, those past, those memories... Memories that should have been buried long ago.