Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Claus's plan went very smoothly, and just as he had wished, a small rift slowly formed between the two of them as they continued to negotiate.

Maser had come to Davina's small pavilion a few times since then, but what he received was Davina's neither cold nor indifferent response. Gradually, Maser, who didn't understand the slightest bit about a girl's meticulousness, wasn't as frequent as before.

She no longer tried to communicate with Maser. She felt that the big and careless man wouldn't be able to understand her thoughts at all. Sometimes, the little witch who had sunk into loneliness would not even speak for a day or two.

Davina quietly holed herself up in the small attic. When she woke up at dawn, she would look around him, and even if she slept at night, she wouldn't be able to tell whether her mood was good or bad.

It was yet another new day, and Davina did not care much as she opened her eyes, the sunlight shining into the room through the small window was weak and gentle, she was wearing a snow white nightgown, quietly staring ahead.

In his line of sight was a broken fiddle, Davina's slender fingers slightly moved, very gently slicing through the air.

The familiar melody appeared in the air. Davina was playing with her thoughts, and she was playing the solo that Tim had given her.

A person's music, a person's mood, a person's sadness, a person's prayer.

Davina closed her eyes, she was obsessed with this kind of illusion.

She played with gentleness while Davina listened to her play. Her originally idle expression suddenly changed after hearing a note.

"Who?"

Davina's fingers stopped and the clear music stopped. Her eyes and ears focused on Elijah's coffin, which was a little shocked and puzzled, although it was a little weak. "He's out?"

Elijah appeared from behind Davina. His hands were in the pockets of his pants, and his perfectly straight suit looked fine. His posture was just as noble and elegant as before, but his face was pale and defeated, as though he was a stiff corpse wrapped in snow white plaster.

The bloodless Elijah was still shockingly handsome.

Elijah nodded at Davina with a smile, then looked at the little girl in front of him politely and comforted her, "It's fine, Davina, please believe me, I won't hurt you, I think it's time for us to talk."

Davina sat up on top of the bed. She tilted her head, and like an innocent child, deliberately exposed the soft/soft curve of her neck, the fluid under her blood vessels flowed fresh and smooth. Elijah's gaze was deeply attracted to her blood vessels.

Davina's neck, in Elijah's eyes, was the sweetest form of enticement.

Their hungry and thirsty gazes burned each other. Davina laughed, and Elijah followed her curve, with a gentle smile curling up from the corner of his mouth.

Davina paused for quite a few minutes, then spoke to Elijah. Her tone of voice did not contain the slightest bit of fear, but was only a little doubtful as she probed, "They all say you are the person worthy of respect the most."

Davina was definitely not food.

Elijah blinked his eyes with much difficulty and forced himself to look away from his hunger. He smiled politely and bitterly, then shook his head towards Davina to express his confusion, "Yes, that's what they said. However, I followed my little brother here, came to the New Orleans to participate in the war between you guys. Davina, "Elijah gracefully and naturally found a chair to sit on, and even he himself confirmed with some doubt," Do you think that what it sounds like is worthy of respect? "

This man was not ordinary. He was so hungry that if it was a normal vampire, he would have already pounced on her.

Davina shook her head, she did not look like Claus at all. However, she was still not sure what kind of element he had, and following that, Davina asked Elijah with concern, "It doesn't look too good."

Elijah admitted it with a nod of his head. He was a little too hungry and the dagger made him uncomfortable, "It's fine, it's just that I had a mysterious dagger stuck in my chest earlier. Davina, I believe that you and I have the ability to end this matter before the battle between the witches and the vampires starts. "

Davina's face did not have the slightest of movements, and only calmly looked at Elijah.

Elijah continued to explain sincerely, trying to convince the stubborn girl, "I can make my brother follow the rules, and you can be the tool of yours, not Maser or the witch."

It sounded really tempting, but Davina only smiled. Who didn't want her power?

Now, she felt that Maser was also gradually using her, that Davina hated all of this, and if he really needed a war to end all of this, then, she was very willing.

"Why should I believe you?" Davina directly asked Elijah, what reason did she have to believe him? Just based on what many people had told her, was he going to keep his promise honorable?

Elijah let out a sigh of relief, then coughed and drooped his head, as he admitted the truth with some difficulty, "Firstly, even though my stomach was rumbling with hunger, I didn't try to drink your blood."

Davina became even more curious, she even got up and walked in front of Elijah, like a snow white lamb standing in front of the mouth of a big wild wolf, she lowered her head and quietly questioned Elijah, "Why not? I'm the only one here. "

After saying this cute little secret, Davina relied even more on Elijah. With his slender neck, as long as Elijah lowered his head, he would be able to fiercely bite on it. Blood, would flow down his throat all the way to his heart.

Hunger, very, very hungry. Elijah's vision started to blur, his throat was so dry that he could swallow an entire Mississippi River.

However, Elijah still chose to avoid his eyes. With a hoarse voice, he rejected Davina's enticement with difficulty, and with great difficulty, said, "Even if it's in this state, I won't enjoy the blood of a child."

A needle appeared in Davina's hand.

Elijah turned his head to look at her. Davina stuck out a finger, and the needle stabbed in. The stench of blood, the sweet taste of food, Elijah had never discovered how sharp he was.

Damn it, he was enduring inhuman torture.

Davina mischievously waved the needle under Elijah's nose. It was as if she was conducting an interesting experiment, picking the hook, enticing it, and even instigating it.

"Elijah, are you hungry? Do you want it? "