Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

The power of the current was strong, and it didn't take long to drown the low-lying positions, so only one head remained above the water.

The shape is still very rare. Most people can faint when they see it!

Thierry has been grinding his teeth angrily. He is also a decisive character. He just refuses to ask for mercy. Rebecca stares at him and sighs. Since he has given up treatment, Rebecca is not the master of procrastination.

He actually left like this. Watching Rebecca's behavior of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, he simply felt that he was not good all over. He could not be cured. He could not die. Thierry cursed low. Yes, he could not die. He needs time. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Damn Rebecca, damn Klaus, damn everything, "come back! Damn it, listen, he has a place near the dock... "

One of Marcel's strongholds near the pier. Marcel hides in it with his little witch Davina.

"... it hurts!!! Ah ah! Marcel... Help me! Help me! "

Marcel flashed over. He held Davina tightly and tried to calm her mood. Damn it, his little witch has been trapped in a state of waking up, dreaming, fantasy, and out of control power and body.

Davina's mental state is very dangerous. Except marcel, Davina's power is an indiscriminate attack on anyone trying to get close to her!

Davina pulled Marcel's arm tightly. She didn't know how much strength she had used. She pulled too tightly. There were two blood holes on Marcel's arm. Her mouth turned black and purple. The whole person quickly alienated. Generally, people felt terrible looking at it. "Marcel, if I can wait a few more weeks... I can live, yes, I can stick to it!! Help me, help me, please! "

"I will. When this is over, I will do what I should have done long ago and send you out of town." Marcel stroked / touched the hair of the rapidly emaciated girl. Davina was no longer the original Davina. She had completely lost the brilliance of life. However, she still had the will to survive at the bottom of her eyes, and Davina's will to survive was still very strong.

Yes, Marcel knows this better than anyone. She doesn't want to die. He knows it better than anyone.

"I had a dream. Tim was not dead. He played a song written for me and kissed me. We live together and are very happy... And you, we are ordinary people. There is no threat to kill us. Our family..."

"... sounds like a dream..."

Suddenly, the familiar female voice appeared behind Marcel. Their hugging movement was stiff, and Davina's rare smile and crimson disappeared all at once.