Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

She didn't see Klaus's ferocity the first day. Camille didn't bother to pay attention to him, but focused on Marcel. Just now, in order to protect her, Marcel blocked several waves of attacks from the Holy Father of tude, and was seriously injured!

At that age, if there was no problem with the healing ability according to the normal time, Marcel should wake up, but they all found that he couldn't wake up.

"Klaus... Do you think Marcel will die? Did that guy kill him?" Camille followed him all the time. Klaus's expression was wrong. She thought the problem might be Marcel. His face didn't improve at all.

Klaus waved to keep Camille away. She had to leave. Her tone was still calm and cruel. Klaus's attitude was the same as father Kieran's. He didn't think Camille was suitable to join in, "no, he hasn't been able to kill him yet. Marcel needs fresh blood to cure him now. Now, if you want to go home, If you want, pull someone from the street. "

Camille's footsteps stopped. She reversed her head and stared at Marcel's dry face. He was like a zombie drained of water. She suddenly remembered that they were not human, Marcel was a monster, he was a vampire. What he needed now was not a doctor, but the fresh blood of mankind!!

With a long breath, Camille sat beside marcel, stretched out his wrist and took the initiative to contribute her weak strength. She couldn't do Klaus's request. An innocent person shouldn't be sacrificed, "let me come."

Klaus's reaction was very violent. Neither he nor Marcel wanted Camille to be involved, so he kicked away the approaching humans with more ferocity, "no, you can't! Damn it, Camille, go back as if you don't know all this, damn it... We don't want you to be involved in all this. "

Camille smiled coldly. As if nothing had happened, Klaus said it was easy, but can she do it? Is all this possible?

Camille, she got up and wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth. Her tone was not negotiable. She was decisive and forceful. "Sorry, my dear Klaus, since I drank enough Verbena, you can't control me anymore, remember?"

Camille looked straight into Klaus's eyes. He knew the human's decision and persistence. Suddenly, he flashed a strange idea... The girl was indeed father Kieran's niece. Their family seemed to have such integrity and kindness in their blood.

Camille's wrist was hurt. She directly crossed her white and slender neck. The blood vessels of the artery moved. Marcel's fangs seemed to be faster than his instinct. All of a sudden, she bit in hard.

Gulu Gulu's blood slowly passed through Camille's body. She actually felt a little calm, "it's okay, Marcel, you'll be okay." Maybe it was because Marcel gradually began to return to his normal face, and Klaus looked at Camille gently.

Marcel recovered. He slowly opened his eyes. Camille's eyelashes were in front of him. What a familiar color and touch - was that his angel?

However, he could not be redeemed for a long time. His blond hair fell down. Marcel seemed to have a name in his mouth, and Klaus's eyes narrowed.

... unexpectedly, Marcel is still a person who can hide his feelings so deeply.