Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Klaus raised his eyebrows and eyes. Marcel walked in sideways. He smiled. He saw that his facial features were black and silent, and there were small wounds on his face. It seems that the little witch didn't give him less pain. "It seems that your persuasion effect is really good, my friend. Are you... Going well?"

Elijah was speechless and glanced sideways at Klaus. To what extent did he want to stimulate and fight directly, "Klaus, to tell the truth, your practice is really abnormal... Anyway, if you really want to win the trust of that girl, maybe poisoning her favorite person is not such a good way."

Klaus just laughed, but he didn't laugh.

Marcel weakly pulled the corners of his mouth. He went aside and took a glass of wine. He didn't want to give alms to the bastard.

Elijah stood up and went over to comfort Marcel. They all pointed at Klaus.

It seems that everyone can't understand that Klaus killed Tim, including Bailu and his children.

Klaus's eyebrow line became more and more tangled. He couldn't stand the sight of condemnation. One by one, he stared at him like this. What was he doing Why, it's not a human, it's not a boy. They need to look at him one by one. Will they kill fewer people these years?

Holding dumplings and saying he was hungry, I don't know what to call it. The people they killed can almost fill the whole New Orleans. At this critical moment, he can't kill a person. Moreover, Tim's death was really an accident. He just asked him to drink water for Davina. Who knows that the sincere goods have been drunk by himself!!

After pouring down the bitter whisky, Klaus pushed back his cold eyes. He didn't care what they thought, "my dear brother, can you find out more people who didn't happen to be killed by me, which can be used to punch me in the face?"

Marcel just drank quietly. He answered directly with his back.

Elijah put his hand on Celeste's portrait and slid up and down gently. He seemed to be thinking, but the retort in his mouth did not delay, "yes, you give me a month, my brother, I will make a list for you."

Klaus angrily dropped the cup. He looked at the direction of Davina's room and said, "no matter old or young, men or women, dead or alive, the so-called 'witch' is trouble!"

Marcel's cup was also broken. He raised his head and blushed. His bloody eyes looked at Klaus, and the two sides formed a confrontation.

Suddenly, the room shook violently.