LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

This night, I came to the Vatican Castle with a lot of blood.

The Duchess of Fett came late, and when she arrived, most of the guests present were already there.

The **** people who saw such a dressed Duchess were obviously very surprised.

Several people who had a good relationship with her even took the initiative to go to talk: "Good evening, Cecilia, you are so beautiful tonight."

The duchess laughed and gently rolled the skirt and turned around: "Really?"

"of course it's true."

The Duchess was obviously very happy, she said softly: "Beautiful is good."

A few words with the familiar people, the Duchess looked at the center of the banquet.

There stood the favorite man of her life, and the most embarrassing woman in her life.

There was a bright smile on her face and she went over there.

Love and Angell were the first to notice the arrival of the Duchess.

The Duchess clearly had a clear goal, and she walked straight to the two masters of the Vatican Castle.

No salute.

She stood up straight like that and shouted a name: "Good evening, Angela."

The blood races that did not walk around were taking a low breath.

Everyone knows that the full name of Prince Vatican is Angela Vatican, but among the entire blood family, he is qualified to call out the name, fearing that only the Prince will be His Royal Highness.

Is the Duchess of Fett crazy?

The Duchess is certainly not crazy.

No, or it should be said that she was crazy a long time ago.

She had a very satisfying smile on her face. The name was counted back and forth in her heart countless times, but it was the first time she actually shouted.

Angeliel looked sinking and said coldly: "The Duchess of Fit, can you name this name?"

Love frowns.

She frowned not because of the name of the Duchess, but the whole state of the other.

It seems too bad.

This made her a faint hunch in her heart.

The Duchess’s accusation of Angeliel did not care.

She looked down and saw that the cuffs on her left side seemed to have a little wrinkles, which was obviously very unsatisfactory.

She slowly smoothed the folds and then raised her head.

This time, when she looked up, she had a strange smile on her face.

"His Royal Highness did not doubt that I was involved in the plan of the resurrection ancestor?" she said softly.

Resurrection ancestor?

The words in the **** ears of the audience are all shocked.

All eyes fell on the Duchess.

She seems to feel good about such a high-profile feeling, raise her head and look at this Angel.

Angeliel’s face was not very good. He said slowly: “Since you dare to speak in front of me, is your plan successful?”

The duchess laughed and smiled and smiled with a hint of madness: "Yes, yes, your Royal Highness, are you very surprised?"

The next moment, Angeliel appeared on her side, her hands directly on the neck of her neck.

His eyes were full of killings, and apparently did not intend to keep his hands.

The unexpected situation happened at this moment.

Just as Angelique’s right hand was about to hit the Duchess’ neck, there was a sudden burst of black fog on his body, which forced Angelire to retreat.

"what--"

The blood races that had not been able to retreat around were touched by the black fog, and suddenly they screamed, and the body quickly dried up in the eyes of the rest of the blood.

death.